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shjsnjkj · 4 months ago

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MIDNIGHT FICTION ┊ s.jy

kinktober day 9! - masterlist

warnings: smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, makeout, hand tying

genre: smut

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☆ roommate!jake x reader ; You have this little habit, of reading fanfictions before going to bed. Every night you'd dream about him touching you, heavily making out at the wall. But you never thought that this would come true tonight with your roommate Jake.

Wednesday night, 9 p.m.

2 more days ‘until the weekend. Somehow you’ll manage to live through the exams; you just need to study tonight and then get back on track with your favorite fanfiction.

Suddenly, you felt so thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen to get some water. Deep down, you hoped you wouldn’t run into your roommate by chance. Firstly, because you were only in a short nightgown. Secondly, because he didn’t like you, at least that’s what you thought.

From the moment, Jake moved to your apartment, he didn’t bother talking to you. You only heard his voice the first day when he introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Sim Jaeyun, but please call me Jake.”

His voice was soft and kind of honey-like, and you were instantly drawn to it. On top of that, he was quite good-looking. His dark hair complemented his gold skin, dark brown eyes, and pink thick lips.

Beyond that, you knew that Jake has a brother, and his family lives in Australia. He needed to find an apartment quickly when he moved here because of the university, and that’s when you came on the scene. You owned this apartment and were happy to help your best friend's friend, especially since he was going to the same university as you.

You thought it would be a great way to start a friendship, or maybe something more than that in the future. Of course, after you managed to get him to open up a bit. However, this didn't come to fruition.

You assumed that he needed some time to adjust, but you never thought he would be this quiet and aloof. You made some attempts to talk to him, but he didn’t seem interested. Sometimes he just stared at your face or went to his room in an instant when he saw you.

Maybe you need to accept the fact that you two won’t be friends anymore and everything you thought would happen will be a fiction in your head forever.

You and luck. Hah. What a joke.

You drank your water in the dark; only the lights of the fridge and the moon gave light to the room. Before you knew it, the front door opened, and Jake walked into the room. You’ve never seen him like this before. His usually neat look was nowhere. His hair was a mess, his tie was hanging loose, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his eyes were sleepy like he hadn't slept in days. You choked on your water, and it dripped down on your neck all the way to your gown, making it a bit see-through. As always, Jake just stared at you and went to his room, shutting the door.

He might have caught a glimpse of a bit too much of your skin, but you were too caught up with the image you just saw. This image woke up a lot of things in you and you felt your neck burning slowly from the embarrassment and the lust for him.

It was Friday, and you were heading home after wrapping up all your exams, ready for your well-deserved break. You knew everything on the tests, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world at that moment. You decided to pop by the closest convenience store and pick up everything you needed for dinner. All your favorite snacks and drinks. You walked home with two big bags and a lollipop in your mouth. The plan was to have everything ready by the time Jake got home, so you could finally talk about something after months. You felt like this was the day to finally break through the barrier between you two.

You were all set with food on the desk—two bowls and two glasses with some soda. There's some relaxing music playing in the background. It was 11 p.m. and there was still no sign of Jake. Normally, he's here by 10:30 every night. And there you were, waiting for him, the food getting cold, and your appetite had disappeared.

You put everything in the fridge, took a shower, and started reading your long-awaited book on your phone.

It was well past midnight when you heard a knock on your door. It was Jake. He was wearing a white T-shirt with some loose dark blue pants.

“Can I come in?” -he asked in a quiet voice.

“Yeah, of course. W-what happened?” -you sat up.

“Ugh. To be honest, nothing happened.” -He sat at the end of your bed. - “I just thought about paying you for letting me stay here for the past few months. I don’t want to bother you anymore. I felt like I was making you uncomfortable every time and I should move to someone else. I’m sorry if I caused you any problems until this day. I promise I’ll find a place before winter.” - he put the envelope with the money on your desk and went back to his room.

You were upset, but all that came out were tears. His words left you reeling and unable to think clearly. That's why you got up and went to his bedroom. He was lying on the bed, but you didn't care waking him up.

"Jake, what was that before? You think I'm uncomfortable around you and you bother me? Jake, you seem to be the one who's uncomfortable, and you didn't even try to talk to me face-to-face. What should I think? That you hate living here and me. Plus, money isn't my main issue, but I do care about you. And you didn't even realize it. I tried talking to you countless times, but you were quiet and treated me like a ghost. When I wake up in the morning, you're nowhere to be found, as you are every night. I even made dinner tonight for us. I waited for you for hours, and when you finally came home, you said this to me? I can't believe you." -you threw the money on his bed and started crying.

"What? That's not true. I like living here, and… I like you, too. I've never hated you for a second. I thought I'd stay out as much as possible since you have a boyfriend. I didn't want to cause you any misunderstanding. I'm sorry you thought I hated you. I really am."

“Jake….” -You sat on his bed feeling woolly-minded. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“But they said that.” -he covered his face and felt guilty inside.

“Who said that?” -you turned to face him.

“Heeseung and the others..”

“Oh, I understand now. They were kidding; my last relationship ended 2 years ago, and they’re just so overprotective of me. I’m sorry for that.”

“No, I’m sorry for everything. I should have talked with you first. Nevertheless, I want to make it right and start again. Would you let me do that?”

“Only if you talk to me finally. I’ve heard your voice the last time when you moved in, and I like hearing your voice.”

“Then how about you stay here for tonight? Just for talking. I want to hear your voice as well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm. Come here” -he invited you to his bed.

You made yourself comfortable in his bed as your nose filled with the scent of the man and faced him, bombarding him with all your questions. After an hour, you began to feel very comfortable with Jake.

“The other night… You looked kind of messy. But I liked that look on you.”

“When? Argh, yeah I remember, I was a mess and a bit dazed. I had a few drinks with the boys. But I clearly remember your nightgown. I liked that on you, the white nightgown. It suited you really well. You look good in white.” -Jake kept repeating the same sentence again and again.

“Thank you. I bet you say it because it didn’t cover so much from me, right?”

“What? No. That’s not what I meant. You truly looked beautiful in it.”

“Do you want to see that again?”

“Now?” -and the next moment you were already in your room, changing outfits.

“Ta-da. It’s one of my favorites. I like the material as well; it’s silk.”

“Can I touch it?” -you nod as he sits up and you step closer to him. Letting him touch the material on you- “It’s so soft.” -Jake’s hands remained on your waist.

“Jake..”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, it feels good to be honest.”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Uhum, but a hug would help me to be more comfortable.”

“Come here, baby, I’ll give it to you.” -then he stood up to hug you softly yet tightly.

“It feels so nice.”

“Yeah?” -he kissed your shoulder. At the touch, you felt goosebumps forming on your body.

His lips were so warm and soft; you wanted more on your body, on your lips, and you were ready to make the next step. You moved away from the hug and put your hands on Jake’s neck.

You leaned in, your lips barely brushing against his. Jake's breath hitched, his hands tightening on your waist. The moment hung suspended, filled with anticipation. Then, as if a dam had broken, Jake closed the distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left you breathless.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss, your fingers tangling in Jake's hair. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the rapid beating of his heart against your chest. When you finally broke apart for air, you were both panting, your lips swollen and cheeks flushed with desire. Jake rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Jake whispered, his eyes shining on you. You felt warmth spreading through your chest, a feeling of rightness settling over you.

“Not as long as me. From the first day I saw you I wanted to do this.” -you added.

“You’re lying.” -he smiled at you.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then show me what you want to do now.”

“Are you open to anything?” -you went to his desk and unfolded the Prada package, holding the white ribbon in your hands.

“Y/n I didn’t think that you’re this naughty.” -he smiled so cutely at you.

“Come on. Don’t say that, it’s not that weird.”

“It’s not weird. I love doing these kinds of things, too. Please give me your hands.” -he held the ribbon now and gently started to tie your hands together.

You turned around and he tied your hands together in no time while making sure you were comfortable and nothing hurt. After he was done, he slowly brushed his hand on your arms and then held your shoulders. You were very excited about what was to come until you were frozen by a sudden kiss on your neck. It made you shiver but also needy. Jake leaned in and gave you a few more wet kisses making you just as wet down there. He pressed himself against you just enough so that you could feel his hardened self against your butt. Unintentionally, you pressed yourself against him as well.

He turned you over and you wanted to pull him closer for a kiss but you remembered that your hands weren’t there to help you anymore. However, Jake was there to help you and saw your struggle, so he put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt one of his hands leave your skin trailing up to your chin. As you watched his movements you noticed how veiny his hands were. You couldn’t help but get even more turned on and wanted them all over you.

Jake just stared into your eyes, his sparkling brown eyes making your heart melt. You’ve never had the chance to look into them so closely and it was finally time to do so. If you could stop the time you would stay here in this moment for a few more hours but you had no superpowers. Jake’s soft kiss brought you back from your thoughts. His lips moved perfectly with yours. You just closed your eyes and immersed in the moment. The soft kiss soon turned into a heavy makeout. Tongues moving in sync while his hands roamed all over your beautiful body.

“I’d like to see your pretty face baby but I need to turn you around” -he gave you a peck.

He carefully bent you over his bed before removing all of his clothes. When he was done, he moved to your face and kissed you on both cheeks. “Don’t worry Y/n I’ll take care of you” with that sentence Jake kissed your spine from the top all the way to your lower part, making you giggle softly. He saw how wet you were already but put his two fingers there to make you crave his touch even more.

When he met you with his fingers a soft moan left your mouth. In the back of Jake’s mind, he couldn’t wait to hear your beautiful voice echoing throughout his room. That’s why he teased you more, slowing down the pace of his movements while you were suffering from waiting for him inside you. You felt like a doll, unable to move on your own and Jake was the owner who played with you as he pleased.

By the time he slid himself into your dangerously wet pussy your arousal was already starting to hit you. Jake’s hand grips your wrists together to support himself a little bit. His other hand gently caresses your head. “You’re such a good girl for me Y/n” he stated.

You just moaned in response and he reacted with a bit harder trust in you. His fingers dug into your flesh. Hips snapped forward meeting yours, causing a little pain but also more sensation getting closer to cum.

“F-fuck baby you’re so tight, gotta stretch you out more” -he groaned.

Jake did what he said and stretched you out, leaving you breathless. You couldn’t stop mewling and calling Jake’s name constantly. At first, it was a normal feeling to have your hands on your back but now it was a lot uncomfortable. You were just waiting for something to break free and you couldn’t be in that position anymore. Not being able to touch or even see Jake made you even more impatient. He gave you a few more backshots leaving your mouth hanging open and rolling your eyes back in pleasure. All you could hear were pathetic whimpers and gasps coming from his mouth.

“Jake..fuck” The knot in your stomach untied and let you cum. Jake did the same, but instead of filling you up, you felt his hot release on the back of your body. You were panting, trying to catch your breath after losing all your senses thanks to the man behind you.

Without asking he freed you from the ribbon which he threw on the floor. Jake quickly helped you get cleaned up and then pulled you as close as he possibly could into his arms. He still caressed your body as he told you how amazing you were. His honey voice and little kisses on your shoulder and cheek made you fall asleep in no time.

The story you read last night was pretty similar to what’s happening between you and Jake right now. You could fully understand how the main character must've felt in such a situation, and to be honest, it was much better to live it than just read it. Maybe you don’t even need to continue that story. You can freely make the rest of it every midnight with the help of Jake on your side.

Happy Engene Day to every Engene out there! I hope you spent this day feeling all the love from Enhypen! Let’s celebrate ourselves and stay with them forever! ᴴⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸ¹⁰⁰⁹ ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ ♡˳

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pagelets · 2 months ago

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17- S. J

synopsis: Sim Jaeyun lived next door to the Kim twins. One day they were planning sleepovers and on the other he was on an airplane moving to Australia. 17 years later, she found a man called Jake standing in her living room. An old friendship rekindles and a new love arises.

Disclaimer: nsfw, there's a lot of smut here!!

Inspired by 17 by Pink Sweat$ (but not really, lol).

A/n: I think this one is longer than the others (not sure, tho). Enjoy!

Kim Sunoo and his twin sister lived next door to Sim Jaeyun. They knew each other since the Kims still shared a placenta and Jaeyun was only a few months old. When kids, they used to play everyday, to plan sleepovers, they even walked together at school, almost as if the 3 of them were 1. But one day, when Jaeyun was 7 and the other 2 were 6, the older one's father had to move to Australia cause of his job and, of course, he and his mother had to go too.

The day Jaeyun came to the Kims’ residence to say goodbye, the Kim girl, as he called her, gave him a necklace “When you feel scared or alone, you hold this necklace and remember I’ll always be with you” he smiled, then repeated what she said “You’ll always be with me” she nodded, then the two kids hugged, the tightest hug they ever had given to someone till that point “Come back one day” “I’ll” “Do you promise?” “I do”, they interlaced their pinky fingers and the pact was made.

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17 years later:

“KIM SUNOO, I SWEAR I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF THIS BATHROOM IN THE NEXT 3 SECONDS!” she screamed at her twin brother through the bathroom door. 3 seconds passed. Her threat didn’t seem to have any effect. She started to knock the door uncontrollably. Knock after knock she got angrier and angrier. Till one of the knocks hit the air “You’re going to hurt yourself like that” “Finally!” “You can't rush perfection” Sunoo said with his bag under his armpit, he was right, his skin glowed and his lips were so moisturized that if someone stepped on them, they’d slip and fall. “Get the fuck out!” “Watch your mouth, young lady” he was 16 minutes older than her “You know what? Sharing an apartment with you is my second biggest regret” “What’s the first?” “Sharing an uterus with you!” Sunoo’s mouth turned into an “o” and his hand rested on his chest “I'm offended” “Good!”, then she closed the bathroom door to finally take her shower. Sunoo smiled and with the cutest tone he could make, he hummed “I love youuu” she opened the door and put her head on the gap “Love you too, loser” and closed the door again while Sunoo hopped like a bunny to his room.

…

Half an hour later they met again in the kitchen, while Sunoo finished his breakfast and she finished drying her hair with a towel “Oh! I forgot to mention” “What’s it, Sunny?” “Jaeyun is coming back to Korea” “Jaeyun?” she opened the fridge to get some orange juice “Yes! Sim Jaeyun, our childhood neighbor”. She poured the juice on a glass and sipped it as the memory would magically pop into her head “Jaeyun?” “The one who went to Australia when we’re around 8 to 9 years old” “Hum!” she nodded “Oh, yes, I remember him. Wow! It’s been like what? 13 or 14 years?”, she pondered “17” Sunoo corrected her, she looked at her brother with a deadly gaze “Do you still have contact with him?” “I never actually stopped. I mean, after Facebook was invented, of course” “Who’s on Facebook nowadays?, now the older one threw her a deadly gaze. “Anyway, I think we should invite him to stay over while he doesnt find his own place” “Oh! Well, I think it’s ok as long as I don’t have to share my room and he doesn’t take a lifetime in the bathroom like you do”, Sunoo rolled his eyes while she washed the glass she had used. When she finished, she kissed her brother’s cheek “I’m leaving now or I’ll be late to my shift” “Ok, have a nice day!” “You too!” she blew a kiss and left.

…

Her job was definitely going to kill her. She loved to be a nurse but, yeah, she was going to die before completing 24. 12 hours inside of a hospital would kill anyone, right? She opened the apartment door, hoping Sunoo had left dinner to her. “Sunny, I’m home!”, she said without looking at the living room while she took her coat off. When she turned around she saw a handsome man standing there. A tall man, who had black, long hair and a silly smile on his face was standing in her living room and she didn’t have a clue why “You… are not, Sunny”, he giggled “No. Guess, I’m not”, she tilted her head, wondering why he had such] a funny accent. “Should I turn around and run cause you’re going to murder me or should I murder my brother for not telling me we were having guests tonight?” the stranger laughed “Sorry, hum…” he approached her, slowly, and stretched his hand “Hi, I’m Jake” “Jake?” “Yes”, she shook his hand, still confused “I don’t think I know you. Are you Sunoo’s friend?” “Oh, yeah! I used to be friends with you too” she furrowed her brows, then lifted them “Oh! Jaeyun?!” he nodded “Sim Jaeyun?!” “Yeah, that’s me” “Oh my god! Hi!” she shook his hand with more enthusiasm “Why haven’t you said it before?” “Well, I did” “No. You said you’re Jake. I don’t know any Jakes” “It’s how people call me now” “Oh…” Sunoo appeared in the living room with 2 bowls, 2 spoons and an ice cream pot “Oh, hi! You’re here!” “Hey…” she let go of Jake’s hand “We’re having mint choco to celebrate Jake’s comeback. It has lasagna for you in the oven” “Can you help me with the lasagna?” “Why? Are you 6 years ollll…” but she grabbed Sunoo’s ear and pulled him to the kitchen with her

“Auch, auch, auch! What’s up with you?” “Didn't it occur to you that I would like to know he was coming!?” she whispered “I told you he was coming!” he whispered back “I didn’t think it was today!” “I’m sorry, maybe I forgot to mention that” “Maybe?!” “I did. I’m sorry” she huffed “What’s the big deal?” “I could have washed my underwear that is on the dirty laundry, or vacuumed the carpet, or even dressed better after leaving my shift!” Sunoo laughed “Calm down. I don’t think Jake noticed any of that” “What’s with that new name, huh?” she said, grabbing the lasagna from the oven “It’s how people called him in Brisbane” “Brisbane? Wasn’t he in Australia?” Sunoo laughed more “Brisbane is in Australia” “Oh…” “Relax, baby sister, you will enjoy having Jake around” “Yeah, I’ll love having one more person to fight for the bathroom” “You’re too grumpy tonight” Sunoo gave his back to her to come back to the other room “Where are you going?” “I’m going to eat my mint choco & green tea ice cream” “Ugh!” “Stop with it and come eat with us”. She ate in the kitchen, she wanted distance from that mint choco.

After she washed the dishes, she joined the 2 men in the living room. “Where’s Sunoo?” “He went to his room” “Hum…” she sat at Jake’s side on the sofa. “Do you really like that shit?” “Which shit?” “Mint choco”, she pointed to the ice cream pot on the center table. “Oh! Not really. It tastes like toothpaste” “I know!” “At least my breath is fresh now”, she laughed “Why did you eat it if you don’t like it?” “Sunoo was so happy to see me again. I didn’t want to ruin the celebration” “That’s very sweet of you, but now you’ll have to eat it every time” “Ah… At least he will be happy, right?” she smiled, then nodded in disbelief “You’re too nice in my opinion” she stood up “I’m going to sleep now, don’t you dare linger in the bathroom!” “Linger…” “Yeah, if you take too long to shower and do skin care, you go after me cause I’ve to work, capisci?” “Capisci” she nodded and started to make her way to the bedroom “Good ni…” “I’m not jobless if you want to know” she turned to him “Really?” he nodded, she crossed her arms “What do you do for a living?” “I’m a chef” “A chef?” “Yes” “Oh…” “When I moved to Brisbane, my mother started to run a restaurant. While she loves managing, I love cooking” “And are you a good chef?” “You tell me. The lasagna you eat for dinner, I made it” she uncrossed her arms “Oh! Is that why you came back to Korea?” “A korean food critic tried my food in the restaurant I worked in Sidney and invited me to be the head chef in his new restaurant in Seoul” “Wow!” “But worry not, I won’t block the bathroom. I take night shifts” he winked at her. she parted her lips “T-thank you…” she cleaned her throat “I’ll sleep now” she pointed to the corridor “Thanks for the meal and… good night” he chuckled “Good night, Kim girl”.

…

A week passed, she had a day off and she decided to spend it on her bed. She spent almost all day inside of her room alternating between sleeping and watching an episode of Bridgerton. But around 4 pm, she got hungry. So she decided to go to the kitchen and grab a snack. She opted for a bowl of fruit loops without milk and a cup of orange juice. She also decided to pass by the living room to let Sunoo know she was alive, but all she could find was Jake watching television. When he spotted her on the doorframe, he paused the movie “Hey! You are at home” “Yes…” “Haven’t seen you all day” “I was in my room all day, after my morning shower” “That’s why, then”, she nodded. “Is Sunny here?” “He went out with… hum…. a tall guy who has a deep voice. With an eyebrow piercing” “Ni-ki, you mean?” “Yeah. Riki… I guess” “It must be, they are very close” he nodded, turning back to his movie. “And you don’t have to work today?” “Only at night” “Oh! Right. I forgot” he nodded before unpausing the movie again. “What are you watching?” “Alien: Romulus” “Is that good?” “This is what I’m trying to figure out” “Sorry” she downed her head and walked toward her room “Do you…” she stopped “...want to watch it with me?” “You don’t mind?” “It’s your home” “I’d love to join you” “Good” he moved on the sofa to make space for her.

…

For the next 2 hours, Jake just jumped and hid. She wasn’t a big fan of scary movies but Jake didn’t even compare “I’m so embarrassed” “Don’t be. Is no shame to be scared of fake aliens” “Yes, it’s” she giggled. “You used to be scared of those too, do you remember?” “Oh, yes. My mom got crazy with that fear of mine…”, she flashbacked of when Sunoo got the habit of scaring her with a plastic alien he had. “...but those were good times” “Yes, they were” “You know, it was very sad for Sunny and I when you left” “For me too. I wish I didn’t have to” “But it was good, you found your passion, you learned English…” “Yeah… I missed you” “Did you?” “A lot. Did you miss me?” “Honestly, I didn’t even remember of you till 7 days ago” “Oh…” “But when I was a kid I felt your absence” he looked at her, then smiled “You’ve become a beautiful woman” she blushed “Thanks… You are not the weird kid you were too” Jake laughed “Sorry, I meant…” “No, no. I was kinda weird, wasn’ I?” “Yeah, but… you are very handsome now”

“Thank you” they looked at each other for a few moments, feeling the tension in the air, before Jake said something “Can I ask you a question?” “You can ask” “It doesn’t mean you’re going to answer” “Exactly”, he chuckled “Ok. Hum…” he licked his lips, those damn lips, she thought, without being able to take her eyes from them “Can I… kiss you?” “I thought you were never going to ask!”, and quickly she jumped on his lap, straddling him and blending their lips. It was a hot and messy kiss, full of desperation. She was keeping her desire for him for 7 long days already, watching Jake walk around the house with nothing but sweatpants (which marked a lot his member by the way), showing off his sculpted abdomen, biceps, back, everything. And that smirk on his lips, damn, she was on the edge of going crazy. Jake on the other hand was keeping his desire for her for even longer, damn fucking 4 years already, since Sunoo shared pics of them together on the beach and he got enchanted by her beauty. The desire only grew in the past 7 days, in which he was around her and her bittersweet personality. Maybe for him, that kiss meant more than a whole week of seeing her wearing thigh tank tops and short sleeping shorts without being able to do anything but jerk himself off in the shower after coming back from work and everyone was already sleeping.

Their breaths got shorter and shorter as the kiss deepened, she dipped her fingertips on his black and long and beautiful hair, while Jake’s hands were on her nape and hip to keep her stable and close enough to him. But he didn’t keep them there for long, soon they travelled to her shoulders and started to rip the strains of her pajama, till her breasts almost jumped off the piece of cloth. She moaned inside of his mouth when she felt his finger tips touching the skin right above her breasts.

He pulled away the kiss to lick the soft skin of her neck, leaving a stain there “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked in a sexy tone, against her ear, his breath causing her shivers. She nodded “Give me more. In other places. Mark me everywhere you want to”, Jake smirked and pulled her top down to finally free her breast, they were so round and soft, almost like it would break if he just looked at it “I’ll try to be gentle” “Don’t hold yourself back” he smirked and planted one more kiss on her neck. Before dipping down to suck her nipples. She moaned, gripping on the hair of his nape. Her hips started to move as a reflex from the stimulation he was giving to her, and suddenly she found herself grinding on Jake’s hard cock while he had his mouth on his breast, doing an amazing job with his tongue, she had to admit. Jake noticed what she was doing, so he grabbed her hips and helped to move it. It didn’t take long for them to start feeling their edge approaching, “Jake…” she muttered, breathless “Fuck…”, he cursed “...I’m almost there…” he thighed the grip on her hips, groaning the last words “...Don’t think I can last much longer”, she smirked, slowing down the pace of her grinding, making slow circles with her hips, just to see him begging for her. Jake threw his head back, letting a moan escape his lips, surrendering completely. “Please....”, he tried to speak “... faster”, she took a few more moments to tease him, but she fasted the pace, for both of theirs sake.

She grinded faster again on his hard cock till it wasn’t that hard anymore and his underwear was filled with his release. She muffled Jake’s last groan with a kiss on his lips while she continued to grind till she hit her edge. Jake helped her, slipping a hand inside of her shorts and underwear, rubbing her clit “Damn, you’re wet”, she nodded, closing her eyes shut. He rubbed, she grinded, till she cummed in her lace panties, letting out a sweet moan, the sweetest he had ever heard, before collapsing on Jake’s body. He gently rubbed her back while they caught their breaths. Jake opened his mouth to say something but at the same moment, they heard the door unlocking “Shit!” she mumbled before jumping off Jake’s lap and wearing her top again “Put a pillow on it!”, she said referring to his boner, which has not softened completely yet. “Oh! Ok”, he obeyed her just in time cause Sunoo and Ni-ki just appeared in the living room. “Hi, guys!” Sunoo said with his typical sweet voice tone “Hey!” Jake greeted them “Hi, Sunny. Hi, Ni-ki” Ni-ki leaned on the couch and kissed her face, they were almost siblings, the amount of time Sunoo and him spent together for the past 5 years “Wanna play some game?” “Sure! Let’s go to my room” “Ok” she stood up and Sunoo sat where she was before “Why were you guys doing?”, she held her laugh. “We watched a horror movie” “Oh, I hate them. She’s weak for horror movies too” “I did better than Jake” “Did you?!” Oh, wish I was here so I could have seen it” she smiled, definitely Sunoo didn’t wish he was there. “Hey, is it a hickey?” Ni-ki said, pointing to her neck. Jake bit his lip to hold a smile back, Sunoo made an “o” with his mouth, Ni-ki laughed and she looked at him like she would murder him right there in front of everyone. “Who gave you that hickey?!” Sunoo asked, she was his younger sister after all, “It’s none of your business” she turned around and walked to her room “Hold on!” Sunoo followed “Wait! Come back here! Are you seeing someone?” she slammed the door “Are you using protection?”

Ni-ki and Jake laughed, then the japanese man sat on the couch “Wanna play some game?” “Sure!” “Good” Ni-ki said, already turning the ps5 on. “It was you, wasn’t it?”, Ni-ki asked after a few minutes “What?” “The hickey. It was you, right?” “Why do you think it was me?” “It seemed fresh. Your hair is sort of messy and her cheeks were red” “You’re a good observer” “I know”, he said without taking his eyes from the screen “Relax, I won’t tell Sunoo” “Thought you guys were very close” “We are. I’m also close to her and it is none of my business who she’s letting suck her neck or not. Plus, you seem to be nice” “Well… thank you”. Ni-ki nodded “But for God’s sake, do not do things on the sofa, it’s a communitary furniture! I mean, I sit here too, bro”, Jake blushed “We didn’t…”, then Ni-ki started to laugh “I’m just messing around with you, man. It’s not even my house” “Oh…”, Jake forced a smile, still afraid of Ni-ki “Ok” “Relax, man. It’s all good”, the japanese man poked the other’s shoulder and they continued to play in silence.

…

Later that night after Ni-ki left and Sunoo went to his bedroom, Jake knocked on her door before leaving to work “Jake…” “Hi. Are you ok?” “Yeah” “Did you and Sunoo make amends?”, she nodded “After a long lecture, yes” “Sorry about that” “It’s fine. Not your fault, I blame Ni-ki who can’t keep his mouth shut” “He said he just wanted to tease you. He didn’t imagine Sunoo would care that much” “Yeah, me neither” “So that makes us 3…”, he placed his hands on his pockets and looked at his feet. “That’s exactly why I shouldn’t be here, about to ask you what I want to ask you” “Do you want to do dry humping again but without clothes?” “I…” he blinked twice and looked at her again, “...well, I wouldn’t complain if you’re up to it but… no, it isn’t what I want to ask” “What’s it, then?” “I would like to take you on a date” “A date?” “Yes. I can cook for you and we can get to know each other better. And if the sex part happens, it’s good too”, she blushed, embarrassed that he wanted to know more about her when she was thinking about how it would be good to actually ride him. “I… I wasn’t expecting it” “It’s ok if you say no. Can we try the fucking part anyways?” she laughed “No, Jake. I… I’d love to go on a date with you” “Really?” “Yes” “Oh, good! I really was hoping you would say yes” “When and where?” “I have a day off on Monday. Was thinking about going to see a few places during the afternoon, then take you to dinner at night. So… Monday at 7 pm?”, she nodded “It’s a date, Sim Jake” “Ok”, he smiled shyly. “I… I have to go to work now…” “Ok. Have a good night” “You too” “See you tomorrow, Jake”, he smirked, leaning down to say something in her ear “Don’t think too much about me or you will have to dry hump your pillow”, she blushed. Then, as nothing had happened, Jake kissed her face and pulled away “See you”, and left.

…

3 days passed. 3 days of teasing looks, and a lot of sexual tension between the 2 of them. The things which were an unintentional teasing, like not wearing a shirt and wearing short shorts and thigh blouses, became intentional teasing. Everytime the 2 of them were on the small sofa, Jake made sure to be shirtless and to stick on her body. And she made sure to drop things on the floor even more frequently, so Jake could have a better view of her ass or tits. 3 days after the sofa incident. 3 days after the date invitation. She made sure to switch shifts with one of her colleagues to have proper time to get ready for the date. She was alone at home the whole day, so she hydrated her hair, shaved her legs and armpits, made skin care, put on light makeup, and spent 2 hours deciding which dress she was going to wear. At the end, she chose a black basic one.

Jake got home around 6pm and in less than an hour, he was ready. He knocked on her door, and when she opened it, he couldn’t even speak “You… you are stunning” “Thank you. You look good too” “Thank you, misses. Shall we go?”, he offered his arm to her “Yes”. On the way there, in Jake’s car, she asked him “You said you were going to cook for me” “I am going to cook for you” “So where are we going? Cause you live with me and unless your hunting was extremely successful, you don’t have any other place to cook” “I have my restaurant” “Isn’t it closed today?” “Exactly. We’re going to have a whole restaurant just for the 2 of us” “That’s cool! None other guy have ever done this to me” “See? I’m not the other ones”, she giggled “Oh, I love that song”, it was “Deja Vu” by Post Malone, “Me too” and they sang along the whole way there.

…

Jake prepared bibimbap for her. According to Ni-ki, it was her favorite meal, and he really enjoyed it as well. The restaurant had a low light vibe, which made it even more romantic. They talked about their childhood together, then about Jake’s in Brisbane and hers in Seoul. “I can’t believe you did it!” “Yeah, but Sunoo deserved it” “Remind me of never eating your Binch biscuits” “Biscuits!?’ “There we go… What do you call it?” “Cookies, man” “Ah! Whatever… Are you ready for dessert?” “Yes! It’s my favorite part” “Can you guess what’s it?” “Hum… Brownies?” “No” “Petit gateau with vanilla ice cream?” “That’s a good one, but no” “If is mint choco I will walk out that door and lock you out of my house”, Jake laughed “No! It’s not mint choco”, he offered his hand to her and guided her to the kitchen. He stood behind her and whispered in her ear “Are you ready?”, she nodded “Ok”, he walked to the fridge, then stood in front of her “Ok, you can open your eyes”, when she did, she saw Jake holding a bowl full of passionfruit mousse “Passionfruit!” “Do you like it?” “I love it!” “That's good news”, she licked her lips, making Jake laugh. “Come here”, he placed the bowl on the counter and held her by the waist to put her sitting near the dessert “There you go”, he reached for a spoon, then placed himself in between her legs, to serve her a portion of the mousse. “So?”, she closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned “So good”, he served himself a portion, and had the same reaction of her “Delicious” “I always wondered why is this called passionfruit” “Maybe cause if you eat passion fruit you fall in love for the handsome chef who served it to you, right into your beautiful mouth”, she laughed “Yeah, maybe” “So I think we should do it again just in guarantee” “I agree”, she placed her hands on his chest and rubbed up and down while he filled the spoon with another portion. He served her, then served himself “You know what would be cool?” “What?” “Serving yourself with mousse…” “But I am already…”

“...directly from my naked body”, Jake stopped chewing, breathing and thinking. She smirked with the expression he had on his face, looking like his last brain cell had died. But it didn’t last long, soon Jake had a smirk on his face as well “You know you always have the best ideas, right?” “That’s what I keep telling everyone!”. Jake placed the spoon on the counter and grabbed her thighs, pulling them so she would lay on the counter, then he grabbed some mousse with the spoon and placed it on her neck before leaning over her body and, at first licking lightly, but then sucking it from her soft skin. She moaned, the different textures and temperatures made a simple neck sucking be even more delicious and pleasurable. “Did you enjoy it?” “So fucking much” “So I can keep going” “Yes, please”, she muttered, he smirked even naughtily, and took the strains of her dress off her shoulders, to place more mousse on her right collarbone, leaving a mark there when he finished sucking. His next victim was her nipples. She shivered when she felt the cold moussed on it. Again, Jake licked, sucked and marked, earning another sweet moan from her. “You’re in the mood for leaving marks tonight, huh”

“I’m going to mark you. Everywhere. So every other guy you give access to your body, will know who you belong with”, his voice tone changed to something dark and deep. “There’s no other guys, Jake”, she held his head “I have only thought about you since the first night I saw you standing in my living room with a silly smile on your face”, he smiled, dipping down to kiss her passionately. His hands pulled her dress up until he had access to her black lace underwear. “Damn, you’re so sexy”, he muttered, feeling his cock pulsing and hurting of desire “You’re too”, she said, pulling him from the collar of his black shirt to kiss him while she unbuttoned the piece of cloth. When she finished, she rubbed his abs and chest, up and down, feeling his hot skin, moaning on his mouth. Jake couldn’t take it anymore, neither of them could, so he pulled away from the kiss, unbuckled his belt, opened his black pants and pushed it down enough to take his dick off his Calvin Klein’s boxers, ready to fuck her until she screamed his name. But first he slipped 2 fingers on her, to confirm if she was wet enough “Always very wet for me, babygirl”, she moaned when he moved his fingers inside of her “You…”, she moaned again when he moved his fingers again “...I want you. I need you”, she moved her hips which made Jake smirk “Stop moving your hips”, she moved again “Bad girl, must punish you”, her only response was another hip thrust. He smiled, taking his finger out of her and aligning his member with her entrance. He wanted to push it inside of her at once, but instead, he held her hips so she couldn’t move them and penetrated her with his tip only. She contorted herself under him, trying to hold a moan back, failing. “Don’t you hold your moans back”, he took the tip out, then in again, “Don’t ever do that again, I want to hear them…” , he took the tip out “...all of them”, and in again “Did you understand?”, she whined under him, gripping on the counter, trying not to lose her shit his his teasing, failing on it too. He took the tip out once more “Did you…”, and in “... understand?”, she nodded “Yes…”, she gulped “Good girl” “Jake, please, I need you”, she cried. Jake was about to lose his shit as well, so he nodded and finally released her hips and pushed the rest of his dick inside of her, letting a moan escape from his throat, and pushing down to kiss her neck.

She moaned, louder than the other times and gripped on his hair, trying to release the overwhelm he had put her through. He started to move slowly just to tease her a little more, but as he thrusted, his hips began to move faster on their own. It was unusual for him to listen to the sound of skin slapping, bodies colliding and fluids mixing in that kitchen over the sound of pans and food grilling, but he could listen to it everyday, as long as he was with her, he wouldn’t mind listening to dirty sounds while he prepared a salad. And her moans, it was the best sound he had ever heard. He switched the angle of his hips, hitting a sensitive point on her “Jake…”, she moaned “...right there”, he continued to thrust, till he felt she clenching around him “Feels so good around me, damn”, he groaned “Fuck, Jake, I’m cumming”, she clenched more, he groaned again “Fuck, me too…”, she hit her edge and a few seconds later, Jake hit his. He had to use a strength he didn’t know had left on him for not completely succumbing over her body.

They took a few moments to normalize their breaths, she caressed his hair, and he had his face buried on the crock of her neck. “What’s it?’, she asked, referring to something cold against her chest “It’s a necklace”, he hovered over her body so she could see it. She held the pendant to take a look on it “This necklace… I know it” “Yeah, you gave it to me when I left to Australia” “I know… You kept it all of those years” “I wore it when I got into the airplane and never took it off since then”, she covered her mouth “Jake… that’s…” “I knew you would be with me if I wore it, so…”, a few tears rolled down her face. Jake dried them with his thumb “... you were with me all of those years”, she pulled him for a kiss, a salty kiss due to her tears “I’m… I don’t even know what to say” “So don’t say anything, just kiss me” “Ok”, he kissed her again and they stood there, making out for a while.

…From that date on, they started to go out frequently. Jake also moved from his own place, so they had more privacy. Which meant sex everywhere. In every room of his new house, without the concern of getting caught by Sunoo or Ni-ki or anyone else. Though, they slept over her place too, especially in those days Sunoo wasn’t home. Like that one, or at least she thought he wasn’t. They went to the movie theater the night before, then they came back to her apartment. When she woke up Sunoo wasn’t there yet, neither was Jake. She went out of her room, looking for her beloved, finding him in the bathroom. She knocked on the door “Come in” Good morning, love”, he said when she saw her “Good morning, Jakey”, she said with a sleepy tone “Come here. Join me” “I…”, they never showered together before “I won’t bite you” “I want you to bite me” “So I will bite you” “But not on the neck, it took me a lifetime to convince Sunoo that I wasn’t seeing anyone and yes, I was using protection”. She took her pajama off and entered the shower, letting the water run over her body. Jake stepped forward, taking her lips on his, till her back hit the cold wall. His hand lifted one of her thighs and he went down on her. Sucking her clit, licking her arouse “Jake, Jake, Jake…”, she muttered, “...come here”, he stood up, and aligned himself with her, penetrating her at once. He leaned his forehead on hers, without moving yet “You’re not using protection now”, she chuckled “And apparently I’m seeing someone” Jake smiled “Yes, I think you are”, then he started to move. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn’t hear when Sunoo knocked on the door. Since nobody answered, he entered “Oh. My. God” he said, instantly covering his eyes and leaving the bathroom. “Shit” they said in unison. Jake took himself out of her and she ran from the shower, with a towel wrapped around her body, to reach her brother “Sunny!”, she shouted, knocking on the door of his bedroom. He kept silent. “C’mon, Sun. Open the door, let’s talk”, Jake showed up, wearing a robe “He doesn’t say anything”, Jake knocked on the door “C’mon, bro. Show up”, Sunoo opened the door, he had rage coming out from his eyes “You! The girl you bragged about the other day was my sister?! How could you?!”, Jake rubbed his nape, “I welcomed you to my house when you came back to Korea! I shared my bed with you! I didn’t accept when you wanted to pay rent! I even shared my mint choco with you! And you thank me with fucking with my little sister on the shower?!” “Sunoo, you’re overreacting. I’m not a kid anymore”, he looked at her “And you! You said you were not seeing anyone and you were using protection. But in reality, you are seeing someone and you were not wearing protection!” “Sunny, I wasn’t going out with him when you asked” “But why didn't you tell me when you two started to… do whatever you’ve been doing?” “I was afraid of your reaction. The exact one you are having right now. I was afraid of ruining your long term friendship with Jake”

“Well, you shouldn’t worry about it, he ruined it by himself the moment he decided to get into it”, Sunoo looked at Jake “How could you?!” “I…” he wrapped an arm around her shoulder “I am sorry you don’t like the idea, but I’m in love with your sister. I’m not taking distance from her”, she looked at Jake and Sunoo’s facial expression relaxed “Are you?!”, he looked at her “Yes. I’m so much in love with you”, she smiled “Yeah, me too”. Jake rubbed her cheek with his thumb and they fought the urge to kiss. “Awwww, you love each other!”, Sunoo broke the moment “Aren’t you mad anymore?” “Oh, c’mon. You guys are in love, how could I hate you guys for that?” “But… just now you…” “It was when I thought you were messing around with my baby sister”, he answered with a smile on his face “I’m only 16 minutes younger” “It doesn’t matter”, he hugged the other 2. “Now go finish your shower, and don’t take too long. I have a date today” “What?!”, they said in unison. Sunoo blushed, then giggled while the passionate couple teased him about his date.

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2026 Rewind - Grid x AudiDriver! Reader

Plot: After some devastating deaths within the F1 industry from unmistakable names in 2025, the FIA decide to make a plan to race at all of the old tracks that are iconic but haven’t been on the grid for a while.

A/N: this is racing heavy with only drivers name dropped, but if you want cool Ted and Crofty with Y/N vibes while learning more about some of the FIA Grade 1 Tracks, have a read!

“So Ted, let’s talk about this years line up. It’s just so iconic that I can’t bear it!” David Croft says as they are in the commentator box at pre-season testing.

“Yeah Crofty, obviously it’s so unfortunate the reason behind what we are calling the 2026 rewind because of some losses we had in the industry and this was the way the FIA decided to pay tribute to those people!" Ted explains before the onscreen for the year comes up.

"So, lets go through the year together and analyze it. We're starting of the season strong in the lovely Kuwait, here at Kuwait Motor Town, this is where we are kick starting off this season. It's a high speed track here just north of where we would typically start in Bahrain. This is a track consisting of 20 turns, and is 5.609km of racing ahead. I'm very excited as no-one in F1 history has raced here in an F1 car. Who do you think's going to do well here Ted?"

"Well, there's some really nice corners, and it's a similar temp to Bahrain so i think it's difficult to tell but I can imagine the Audi with Y/N now having done her rookie season learning all those key values about the F1 car and how it works. McLaren will also be good here, really tightening up the constructors championship this year!" Ted offers looking at all the onboard footage.

"Yes I agree, I think Red Bull tend to be quiet strong a the start of the year naturally and its a game for the other teams to be playing catch up!" Crofty agrees.

"Okay, then after Kuwait, we'll be travelling to and correct me if I'm saying this wrong but the Kyalami Circuit in South Africa near the wonderful capital Johannesburg. It's in replacement of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, we haven't raced in South Africa since 1993 and what a beautiful circuit this is, its got some really high speed corners and yeah, I think the Ferrari will really be great on those long straights." Ted says analysis the data of the cars in testing.

"And now here we have with us, Y/N Y/L/N Audi F1 driver here to talk through the rest of the tracks!" David says and points to the camera for you to smile and wave before he pulls out the microphone in front of you.

"Hello!" you grin and David and Ted both burst out laughing.

"What did I miss, I'm really sorry i was late!" you smile looking between them and they both nod in understanding of how tight the weekend schedule could be, they are shocked they actually have your time right now.

"It's completely okay, we understand! We've only introduced Kuwait and South Africa, we are about to move onto the changed Australia track! Your thoughts?" he exclaims and you smile.

"Yeah, obviously it's going to be exciting with all these new tracks that none of us have driven, so of course there was a lot of testing in the sims... but yeah its great to be here in Kuwait, and I'm excited to go to South Africa as well!" you smile.

"Yes, and how do you feel about Australia being changed from Albert Park in Melbourne to the Adelaide Street Circuit?" Ted asks with a grin on his face knowing how you felt about the Australian races.

"Well, after the spider incident in 2022, I've always been so scared to drive in Australia" you giggle, before Crofty pulls up the video of you in P4 of the Australian Grand Prix in 2022.

Y/N - Theres a fucking tarantula in my car Race Engineer - Copy that Y/N - No i dont think you guys get it, its on me

"And you ended up pitting there was no time to get it out of the car because of where it was, you were crying for the rest of the race and you were going so quick so you could just finish that you actually ended up winning your first race here and overtaking Charles Leclerc in, what back then was an Alfa Romeo." Crofty smiles and you nod.

"Yeah, so where ever that race is in Australia I know ill be on edge the whole time, I'll have my crew do like 6 inspections on my car before each session to make sure. It was traumatizing i tell you!" you admit.

"So after what will hopefully be a spider free stint in Adelaide on their street circuit we move on to south east Asia where we will exchange Suzuka Japan, for the Fuji SpeedWay, a truly iconic track before going back to an old favorite of some of the older driver on the grid like Lewis and Fernando in South Korea at the Korea International Circuit!" Ted says showing the line up for the races after Australia.

"I'm really excited for these, the atmosphere of the fans is always amazing and the tracks here are great I think Audi thrive on these sort of tracks and yeah, I'm excited to see what we can do there!" you smile, looking at the spinning track layout that popped up on screen.

You move on to Miami's replacement being the iconic Californian Long Beach Street Circuit.

"And we've been tipped of, by a certain Cash App driver that he'll be taking you to DisneyLand while out there?" he asks looking at you.

"Yes, Liam has already been once and when I said about wanting to go to radiator springs he and Daniel jumped on the opportunity to go, which then Yuki and Max wanted to come so it's now turned into this whole massive group trip!" you laugh knowing that half the grid would come with you guys.

"And of course much like the UK Italy is another pinnacle of Motorsport and we've had to change out two of the iconic track Monza and Imola. So for the first change of Italy we've changed it to the iconic Mugello track which I just really love, don't you Y/N?" Ted asks looking at you.

"Yeah I think Lando and Osc will be really strong there, I'd like to think me and Carlos are as well with the Audi this year... so yeah I'm excited for Mugello! Obviously they raced here in 2020 so it's the most recent of all the races this year to make a return so its only really me, Oscar, Logan, Fred, Theo and Kimi who haven't raced there" you smile analyzing the twisty track up on the screen.

"Yes, then we'll be moving onto, what was probably one of the toughest decisions of this year which was switching out Monaco and what to switch out such an exciting race with, so they didn't its the only race on the calendar this year that has remained unchanged!" David explains making you nod.

"I think, where this year is to show the history of F1 and what it means to all of us, the teams and the fans. And by keeping Monaco on there where its such a historic track, i think that's actually staying true to a rewind year!" you smile, you'd always loved the vibes in Monaco, from the fans to the track to how your car performed there.

"Yeah i agree i think it was the right choice keeping Monaco!" Ted exclaims also loving the vibes at Monaco.

"Okay, then moving all the way to the west, we'll be in Canada moving from Montreal over to Quebec at the second oldest track, the Mont-Tremblant Circuit!" David shows the new Canadian circuit on screen.

"Then after Canada we've got a really special double header with two Spanish Grand Prix's at different locations. We have the Valencia Street Circuit and Del Jarama Circuit. Both very exciting and it will be a long weekend in Spain!"

"I'm excited to see a street circuit in Spain, obviously we had Madrid for the last two years after Barcelona, so I'm excited for both Valencia as a street circuit and Jarama which is such an iconic track because of those tights turns and yeah I'm really excited for this one!" you smile.

"Obviously next one was another tough one, Silverstone again another iconic track and the UK has so many other iconic tracks that its hard to choose, there was talks of Aintree, Watkins Glen and Donington Park but ultimately they went with Brands Hatch what do you think on this?" Ted asks looking over to you, holding up a page showing all the different UK tracks.

"Yeah, I think there's some really iconic tracks in the UK, its my home so i grew up racing on a lot of those tracks in different motorsport categories, I think there's ones that are arguably better for Formula one, which is why Silverstone is the main circuit as it gives for the most interesting race, however for me it would have been a call between Brands Hatch and Watkins Glen so I'm glad that they chose Brands Hatch, I've got some great memories there at testing and showcasing the car or working with the Top Gear team, so I'm excited to race there!" you explain, the United Kingdom is the like Monaco in being both a founder and royalty when it comes to Motorsport.

"I 100% agree with that, however I just love Aintree so much and am gutted we wont see it!" David Croft admits.

"So after Brands Hatch we move to Monsanta in Portugal which we haven't raced in Portugal since 2021 because of the COVID restrictions but that was in Algarve so it'll be interesting to see the difference!" Ted offers looking at the next circuit floating on their screen as he zoom's in on turn 4.

"Then, again there another track we hate to see go even if its for one year but Spa, its so iconic and its one of the most dangerous circuits we race now and it's being swapped out for Circuit Zolder on the other side of Belgium! Thoughts?" David asks out in the open.

"I" you start.

"Well I think" Ted also starts and you both look at each other in shock before laughing. You let Ted go first to say his piece.

"Well, I think it's no where near interesting as Spa, and especially where its the last race before a break... I think it's going to be way more uneventful than Spa!"

"Y/N?" Crofty asks looking at you.

"I actually think the opposite most of the tracks have been very high risk with lost of turns and chicanes and hairpins that really catch you out, however this reminds me of the simplicity of Monza and everyone, everyone loves Monza. So i think it will really even out the mid field cars" you says observing the track that had nice long straights and minimal turns.

"I agree with you there Y/N! Next after Zolder we head over to the heavily missed Nurburgring in Germany, the last time we saw it was 2019 so again, up until our 2019 rookies would have driven there how'd you feel about this track Y/N?" David asks.

"Well, it's such an iconic track for so many reasons I really wanted to race there after I watched Lando, George and Alex all race there in 2019, I was actually there in the paddock that year with Ferrari as a part of their driver development programme" you nod, explaining to them how excited you were for it.

"Now next in the place of Monza which we just mentioned we have a complete wild card of the Scandinavian Raceway in Sweden! Now this, this is one I'm excited for it's a beautiful track and has the coldest track temps we'll probably get all season! So it'll be a real fight to see who can protect their tyres and manage them well!" Ted explains and you nod, knowing it would be an exciting race.

"Then after that we travel to France where we haven't been for a while, however the Bugatti Au Mans Track in France is iconic, there are so many great tracks in France like Paul-Ricard or the Charade Circuit or Dijon de Prenois, all of them are great but the Bugatti hasn't been done is so long and really means a lot historically to the sport" David offers, showing you one of the only tracks you didn't feel too excited a lean towards.

"Then, we move back across to Aisa, going to an age of favorite of the age old Sepang International Circuit in Malasiya which is one fans have been wanting to see back on the race calendar for a while so i wonder if this will stay into 2027!" Ted takes over, and you nod.

"I'm also very excited for Sepang! After Malaysia we move onto the first ever FIA grade 1 race track the Chang Circuit in Thailand, how to we feel about this?" David asks directly looking at you.

"Not only is it a beautiful track, but it means that Alex now has a chance to race at his home track while racing under his home flag and I think he's really excited for it. He's in a great car, the Williams has come leaps and bounds and are top midfield contenders and definitely will be up there fighting for race wins!" you smile, knowing Alex was so happy to have this opportunity to race in his home country.

"I agree Alex Albon to win in Chang Circuit, I've put my money on it! Our next circuit it one that NASCAR share with us in F1 taking it back to the Indianapolis Speedway, on the lower F1 circuit of course rather than the Oval that the NASCAR drivers use!" Ted explains.

"Yeah, that lower track is great, you got the nice curve and we'll be able to get to those really high speeds. It's an iconic US track just like COTA!" you admit, taking a sip of the water you'd brought with you.

"After Indi, we'll make our way a little further down south to the Rio de Janiro International Track in Brazil, which is instead of Sao Paulo" David explains looking at the second F1 track in Brazil, it was a nice track but Sao Paulo had been on the roster for so long.

"Then, we are back in Las Vegas, but not on the Strp track that was created in 2023, no we are going back to the Ceaser's Palace Track and I know many people complain about these Las Vegas Grand Prix's because of the timings and the drivers not really liking driving at 12pm!"

"Yeah, i agree they are really strenuous just like Qatar for the heat but I love the vibe Las Vegas brings and I like the whole weekend with all the activities in the fan zone and yeah I'm excited they used Ceaser's Palace rather than the Pheonix Street Circuit which i know they were considering.

"I agree. Our last two races, then consist of the Buddah International Circuit in India and rounding off instead of in Yas Marina in the Dubai Autodrome, which will be a really nice round off" David exclaims.

Slowly you end the interview up, needing to go down to the track to get into the car for you leg of pre-season testing.

What a year it would be.

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viii. a world alone

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!oc (daisy shaw)

genre: written

based on the 2023 season

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Daisy didn't know what she was thinking when she agreed to this. Scratch that - she didn't even remember Stella telling her about this in the first place so she was likely drunk or delirious, possibly both. The aftermath of Australia was messy to say the least so she knew she'd likely agreed when she was hungover and anxious out of her mind on the plane back.

Normally she headed back to her place in Newcastle when there was enough time between races to make it worthwhile as her mum was there and so was Faith but before the drama Daisy had arranged to visit the factory to complete some sim work for the team and she couldn't exactly back out of it now. Really it was the last thing she wanted to do - show her face at the factory when she had openly called out the unfair treatment and criticised the team on the radio but Daisy wasn't afraid of them either. Let Klaus come track her down and make excuses - it'd be a free comedy show for her.

To combat the negative attention she'd been receiving online, mainly from Daniel's fanbase and some of the more old fashioned minds on the grid who were absolutely thrilled at the turn of events as they could skew that incident to be their justification as to why she didn't deserve her seat on the grid, Stella had somehow worked a miracle and landed her a possible partnership with Jo Malone who were looking to expand their consumer base. And she'd fast tracked Daisy's upcoming Dior cover to flood the media with good press to move things on from Australia.

So now she was in the back of a car with Stella running through a list of potential questions they might ask her for the accompanying article to go with the shoot and the PR approved answers. Did she normally take them with a bit of salt? Yeah, yeah she did because it was more fun that way but given recent events Daisy figured she had to keep to the script as much as possible.

Being photographed and interviewed for a cover feature for one of the biggest luxury brands in the world was surreal for Daisy and something she had never seen coming. She wouldn't lie and claim that she couldn't model more if she wanted to - she was pretty and an athlete so she was always in good shape but her usual style wasn't exactly what brands were looking for.

Daisy was accustomed to harsh, dark eye makeup, excessive chunky jewellery, wild hair, and mainly black clothes. Her style was a far cry from the polished, elegant aesthetic typically associated with luxury brands like Dior. She couldn't help but wonder if she would fit the mould they were looking for.

Listening to her friend's meticulous planning, Daisy resolved to toe the line and play by the rules, at least for now while it was fresh news. She had to present a polished good girl image to the world while her team dealt with the tarnishes the race weekend had brought.

The photoshoot actually ended up being pretty cool. Not that she wasn't aware that it was an experience most people could only dream of but she'd never modelled before and while she wouldn't admit it to anyone, Daisy had been nervous. Over getting her picture taken of all things! She could drive a car around at over 300 kilometres an hour with ease, whipping around sharp turns like there was no tomorrow, but the idea of posing for a photographer was stressing her out.

To her utmost surprise Daisy learned that the artistic team at Dior wanted to honour her darker and more edgy aesthetic and were planning a look inspired by that rather than paint her out to be someone she wasn't. The looks were mostly monochromatic. Lots of black with the occasional pop or white or red. And her absolute favourite - the final outfit they had shot her in was this sharply tailored suit reminiscent of her own racing suit.

She might have felt like a fish out of water there but at least she looked the part.

From the moment she stepped foot in the factory Daisy found herself in high demand. It was a whirlwind of activity with people seeking her out from basically every department. One minute she was en route to the simulator to carry out the work that had been requested of her by the engineers, and the next she was intercepted and dragged off by the media team to film for 'Grill the Grid.'

"Sorry, Daisy, but we need you for filming a 'Grill the Grid' segment," one of them explained, a sense of urgency in their voice.

Daisy sighed inwardly, knowing that her day was about to become even busier and that any hopes of her leaving the factory at a reasonable time had just died.. Despite her reluctance, she followed the media team to the designated filming area, mentally preparing herself for the rapid-fire questions and challenges that awaited her.

She was barely in the door when she was swiftly ushered away by members of the media team to prepare for the shoot by changing into her race suit. Slipping out of her casual attire she took the suit off the clothing rack where it had been waiting for her and she pulled it on. It always felt weird to be wearing it when they weren't at the track. Daisy quickly checked her appearance in the mirror before she left the makeshift changing room.

As Daisy settled into the filming setup, the media team outlined the challenge for the day's episode of 'Grill the Grid.'

"Today's challenge is all about naming a race winner by surname for each letter of the alphabet," the host explained, a mischievous glint in their eye. "And remember, you've got to think fast as there's a 2 minute time limit!"

Daisy's confidence surged at the prospect of showcasing her racing knowledge in such a fun and competitive format. With a determined grin, she nodded in response to the challenge, her mind already racing to recall the names of past race winners from every corner of the globe.

As the filming began, Daisy's quick reflexes and encyclopaedic knowledge of Formula 1 history were on full display. With each letter presented to her, she effortlessly rattled off the names of iconic drivers who had triumphed on the world stage, showcasing her prowess as a true aficionado of the sport. Being a know it all when it came to F1 history as a result of far too many condescending men asking her to name the world champion from specific years and other more obscure records came in handy sometimes, and this was one of them.

Grill the grid 2023

EP 1 -> A-Z Challenge

Producer: I think you'll be good at this Daisy.

Daisy: Really subtle way of calling me a nerd thanks guys, but you're absolutely right - I've been training my whole life for this with people asking me to name 5 songs off my band shirts and name world champions so sorry to the boys, but it's so over for them and I fully intend to honour Seb though by knowing absolutely everything just to annoy people.

Producer: Confident words, I like it! Well in that case, your two minutes start...now! First letter - A

Daisy: Alonso, rookie of the year am I right?

Producer: That was fast.

Daisy: Yeah well my mum was like in love with him. When we were growing up we used to have one of those candles, like the ones for saints? But it was Alonso so who knows maybe in another life he's my stepdad or something.

Producer: Have you introduced them in the paddock?

Daisy: I haven't yet, managed to keep mum away from him last year at Silverstone but I've a feeling if I don't this year Jenson somehow will.

[CUT TO ZHOU AWKWARDLY LAUGHING]

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I'm stuck already

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Alboreto?

Producer: Yes, exactly!

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]; Andretti

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Alesi?

[CUT TO ALBON]: Alesi? Is he one?

[CUT TO GASLY]: Alesi

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Alesi

[CUT TO LECLERC, MAGNUSSON, STROLL]: Alesi

[CUT BACK TO ZHOU]

Producer: Someone on the grid now...

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Alonso

[CUT TO OCON, PEREZ, SARGEANT, NORRIS]: Alonso

[CUT TO A GRINNING ALONSO]: ...Ascari

Producer: You can skip

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Yeah, pass

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

☆

Producer: 'B'

[CUT TO DAISY SMIRKING]

Daisy: JB baby! Justin Bieber...I mean the supreme slag, Jenson Button. Wait can we even keep that in?

[CUT TO GASLY]: Brundle?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO ALBON]: Not Brundle, I imagine

[CUT TO A VERY SELF ASSURED LANDO]

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Barrichello

[CUT TO A CONFUSED PEREZ]

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Next

[CUT BACK TO DAISY]

Producer: Fernando skipped this one you know

[DAISY ROLLS EYES BEFORE GRINNING CHEEKILY]

Daisy: Not even the Fernando Alosno can escape early onset dementia apparently. Hope that doesn't cause too much of a lover's quarrel with him and Jenson.

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

[CUT TO ALBON]: Oh! B! Button

[CUT TO OCON]: Button

[CUT TO STROLL]: Button

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Button

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Bottas

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Bottas

[CUT TO GASLY]: I don't know

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Bottas

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Brabham

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Berger

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Brabham

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Brabham

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Brabham

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Barrachielo

☆

Producer: 'C'

[CUT TO ALBON]: C? Skip

[CUT TO A BLANK HULKENBERG AND ALONSO]

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Uhhh Col....?

[CUT TO A THINKING STROLL]

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Charles..but that's not a surname

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Charles...it's gotta be a last name though right?

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Chiroun?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO A SURPRISED LECLERC]: Ah, he didn't win no?

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Pass

[CUT TO DAISY]: Clark

[CUT TO ALONSO, OCON, MAGNUSSON, TSUNODA]: Pass

[CUT TO A HESITANT HULKENBERG]:C...Coulthard?

[CUT TO GASLY]: Coulthard

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Coulthard

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Coulthard

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Coulthard

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Coulthard

[CUT TO STROLL]:Coulthard

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Clark

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I don't know

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

☆

PRODUCER: 'D'

[CUT TO A THINKING SARGEANT]: D....

[CUT TO A BLANK FACED PIASTRI]

[CUT TO A SILENT HULKENBERG]

[CUT TO A CONFUSED LECLERC]

[CUT TO AN EVEN MORE CONFUSED ALBON]

[CUT TO BOTTAS MAKING AWKWARD EYE CONTACT WITH THE CAMERA]

[CUT TO GASLY]

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I don't know

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Davidson?

[CUT TO STROLL]: Davidson?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO SAINZ WITH NOT A THOUGHT BEHIND HIS EYES]

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Pass

[CUT TO OCON]: Pass

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Pass

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

[CUT TO GASLY]: Skip

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

Daisy: Depailler? There's only been him and De Angelis right..

Producer: That's correct! I think you're the only one who got that

Daisy: Huh, these boys need to up their game

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

☆

PRODUCER: There's no E, moving onto F

[CUT TO SAINZ, ALBON, LECLERC]: FANGIO

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Farina

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Fittapaldi

[CUT TO GASLY, PIASTRI, ZHOU]: Fischella

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO NORRIS, MAGNUSSON, PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Skip

[CUT TO OCON]: FITTIPALDI

Daisy: Farina

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Pass

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

☆

PRODUCER: 'G'

[CUT TO ALBON]

[CUT TO NORRIS]: 'G?'

[CUT TO LECLERC]: 'G,G.G'

[CUT BACK TO A CONFUSED ALBON]: 'G...?'

PRODUCER: Think of someone current on the grid

[CUT BACK TO LECLERC]: G? Gug?...

[CUT TO A SILENT HULKENBERG]

[CUT BACK AGAIN TO ALBON]: G..as a surname?...Currently... uhhh

[CUT TO STROLL]

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: I'm blanking now

[CUT TO ZHOU]: I can't remember any

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: No grosjean...

[CUT TO PEREZ]: G

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I don't know

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

[CUT TO SAINZ]:...Ga

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Which team is he?

Producer [laughing]: I can't tell you that

[CUT TO A SMILING GASLY]: Pierre Gasly

[CUT TO A FRANTIC LECLERC]: Gasly!

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]:..Gasly

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Gasly

[CUT BACK TO ALBON]: Oh! Pierre Gasly

[CUT TO BOTTAS, VERSTAPPEN, ZHOU]: Gasly

[CUT TO OCON]: Gasly - Ahh its race winner not world champion ah ok,ok,ok

[CUT TO A STILL UNKNOWING TSUNODA]: Umm skip.. Giovanazzi?..

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Pass

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: GASLY!

Daisy: That would be mr liked by Pierre Gasly himself

Producer: Have you been liked by Pierre Daisy

Daisy [nodding with a coy smirk]: many times, but you know who I've been liked by more?

Producer [laughing]: Do tell us

Daisy [now winking at the camera]: His girlfriend, hey Kika if you're watching, we should go out sometime

[CUT TO GASLY]

Producer: As a heads up I think you may have some competition for your girlfriend Pierre

Pierre: Really?

Producer: Yeah, they're quite confident too

Pierre: It's Daisy isn't it

☆

PRODUCER: 'H'

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Heikkenen

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I don't know anyone

Producer: You don't know anyone?

[CUT TO PEREZ, PIASTRI, ZHOU, GASLY, ALONSO]: Hill

[CUT TO ALBON]: Lewis Hamilton

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Hamilton

[CUT BACK TO A SHEEPISH NORRIS]:..Lewis Hamilton

[CUT TO LECLERC]: It's impossible with the cameras!

[CUT TO SARGEANT, SAINZ, MAGNUSSON, STROLL,TSUNODA]: Hamilton

Daisy: Sir Lewis Hamilton

[CUT BACK TO A FLUSTERED LECLERC]: Hamilton..oh my god!

[CUT TO OCON]: Hamilton

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Um Hamilton...wouldn't have been good if I didn't get that one

☆

Producer: 'I'

[CUT TO PIASTRI]:

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Nah

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Why is this so hard?

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip this one

[CUT BACK TO PIASTRI]: Pass

Daisy: Irvine

[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: Pass

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Irvine

[CUT TO ALBON]: Irvine, Eddie Irvine

[CUT TO GASLY]: Ickx

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Irvine

[CUT TO STROLL, SAINZ, BOTTAS, HULKENBERG]: Irvine

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Eh Irvine

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO OCON]: Pass

☆

Producer: 'J'

[CUT TO LECLERC]: JJJ

[CUT TOBOTTAS]

[CUT TO ALBON]:J..um.. skip

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: I don't know

[CUT TO OCON, ALONSO, PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: No

[CUT TO NORRIS]: No idea

[CUT TO STROLL]: No..I don't know

[CUT TO GASLY]: Uhh I don't know

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: I keep thinking of first names

[CUT TO SAINZ]:Jaques- no, no

[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: J, J, J, uh I pass

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Pass

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Jabouille

Daisy: Jones

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: J.. Uh Alan Jones

☆

Producer: 'K'

[CUT TO ALBON]: Um..K? Kimi oh no - skip

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Keke Rosberg

[CUT TO GASLY]: Keke Rosberg, haha ok pass

[CUT BACK TO PIASTRI]: I don't know

[CUT TO LECLERC]: K, K

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]:

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]:

[CUT BACK TO HULKENBERG]: No

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Did Kovalainen ever win?

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Kovalainen

[CUT TO OCON]: Kovalainen

[CUT TO STROLL]: Kovalainen

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Klean? No

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Keke

[CUT TO BOTTAS, ALONSO, PEREZ]: Pass

Daisy: Kubica

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I dunno, I dunno

☆

'L'

[CUT TO ZHOU]: No, Lando is N

[CUT TO NORRIS BLANKING]

Producer: One of your good mates

Lando: I don't know people's surnames

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Lauda

[CUT TO OCON, MAGNUSSON, GASLY, SARGEANT, TSUNODA]: Lauda

Producer: Someone you race with..alongside

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN GIVING A DEADPAN STARE]: I'm terrible

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Leclerc

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Ah yes, sure, Leclerc

Daisy: The prince of monaco

Producer [amused]: is that your final answer?

[DAISY NODS]: yep

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

Daisy: Oh come on! That's robbery, it's rigged! How is that wrong?

[CUT TO ALBON]: Leclerc

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Leclerc

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Leclerc

[CUT TO BACK TO LECLERC]: I'm so selfish, I was waiting for the 'L'

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO STROLL]: I don't know

☆

Producer: 'M'

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Magnusson?

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Mansel

[CUT TO A VERY SERIOUS NORRIS]: Mustache

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Mansel

[CUT TO OCON]: Mansel

[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: Mansel

[CUT TO GASLY]: Mansel

[PRODUCER TO LANDO]: Come on!

[CUT BACK AN UNAWARE LANDO NORRIS]

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Mclaren

[CUT TO NORRIS AGAIN]: Ehh

[CUT TO ALONSO]: It has to be...

[CUT TO ALBON]

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO ALBON]: Montoya

[CUT TO LECLERC, TSUNODA, SAINZ]: Massa

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I've lost everyone's surnames now it's terrible

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO HULKENBERG SHAKING HEAD]

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

☆

Producer: 'N'

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Hmm

[CUT TO LECLERC]: N-N

[CUT TO SAINZ]: N-

[CUT TO ALBON]: God this is hard

[CUT TO NORRIS]: My brain doesn't work with this kind of stuff

[CUT TO PEREZ, TSUNODA]: Norris?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO OCON]: Norris?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT BACK TO OCON]: Oh not yet

[CUT TO ALBON]: No Lando you haven't won yet mate

[CUT TO HULKENBERG, VERSTAPPEN, MAGNUSSON]: No

[CUT TO PEREZ, STROLL, PIASTRI, GASLY, ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: I've got nothing

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Nannini

[CUT TO DAISY]: Nilsson right?

☆

Producer: 'O'

[CUT TO TSUNODA]

Producer: It's recent

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Recent?

[CUT TO STROLL]: How recent?

[CUT TO ALBON]: Oh god - next

Daisy: Ocon - Hungary 21 right?

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: No, I'm blanking

[CUT TO PEREZ, PIASTRI, BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Pass

[CUT TO SAINZ]: I don't know this one

Producer: He's on the grid

[CUT BACK TO SAINZ]: Ah yeah

[CUT TO LECLERC]: On the grid..

[CUT TO ALONSO GRINNING DEVILISHLY]

Producer: Might have been a teammate of yours...French...tall...

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO SAINZ AGAIN]: No don't tell me,..Olonso?

Producer: Won in Hungary, French

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Ocon

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Ocon

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Ocon

Producer: Teammate

[CUT TO GASLY]: O... Esteban Ocon

[CUT TO OCON]: O, Ocon

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Ehhh I don't know

[CUT TO STROLL]: O..Ocon

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Ocon

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Oh yeah..:I'll skip it anyway

☆

Producer: 'P'

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Prost

[CUT TO BOTTAS, PIASTRI, OCON]: Prost

[CUT TO ALBON, MAGNUSSON]: Piquet

[CUT TO GASLY, SAINZ]: Patrese

[CUT TO STROLL]: Patrese

Daisy: Prost

[CUT TO NORRIS, TSUNODA]: Perez

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Uh Checo!

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Perez

[CUT TO LECLERC]: P...

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO BACK TO LECLERC]:?

☆

Producer: 'R'

[CUT TO ALBON]: There must be so many with R

[CUT TO LECLERC, GASLY, NORRIS, MAGNUSSON, PIASTRI, SARGEANT] : Rosberg

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Kimi..Raikkonen

[CUT TO STROLL/SAINZ]: Raikkonen

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Rodriguez

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Ricciardo

Daisy: Russell, Raikkonen, Rosberg one and two.. will I keep going?

Producer: Forgetting someone Daisy?

Daisy:I would never. Doesn't sound like me at all

[CUT TO ALBON]: Ricciardo

[CUT BACK TO DAISY EERILY MIRRORING FERNANDOS GRIN]

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO OCON]: I don't know

☆

Producer: 'S'

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Schumacher

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Senna

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Schumacher

[CUT TO GASLY]: Senna

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Schumacher

[CUT TO STROLL]: Senna

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Senna

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Senna

[CUT TO OCON]: Senna

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Stewart

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Sainz

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Sainz

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Sainz

Producer: He drove for your team

[CUT TO LECLERC LAUGHING]: Sainz

Daisy: Well, since I can't say myself, Senna

☆

Producer: 'T'

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN:T

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: T

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Teee

[CUT TO LECLERC]:

[CUT TO TSUNODA: T

[CUT TO STROLL]:

[CUT TO PEREZ]: T T T

[CUT TO OCON]:

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: T I don't know...

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN AGAIN]: No

[CUT TO SAINZ]: It's so difficult this game

[CUT TO STROLL]: I dunno

Producer: The most recent T was Yarno Trulli but it was quite a long time ago

[CUT TO GASLY]: Trulli

[CUT TO LECLERC]:

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]:Tambay

Daisy:: Taruffi

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Tambay

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Producer: 'V'

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Vettel

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: V, Villeneuve

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Villeneuve

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Villeneuve

[CUT TO GASLY]: V, V

[CUT TO OCON]: Hmmm

[CUT TO BOTTAS, SAINZ, SARGEANT, LECLERC, ALONSO]: Verstappen

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: myself

Daisy: Vettel

[CUT TO GASLY]: Verstappen

[CUT TO OCON]: Oh my god..Verstappen

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Producer: 'W'

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: W...

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: W,W,W

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO LECLERC]: I don't know any

Producer:...Australian

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Australian...W

[CUT TO OCON]: William?

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Webber

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Webber

[CUT TO A FRAZZLED OSCAR PIASTRI]:W, Webber!

Daisy: Multi 21 Mark Webber

[CUT BACK TO OCON]: Webber

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Watson

[CUT TO GASLY]: Uhh

[CUT TO TSUNODA]:I don't know

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OUT OF TIME

ROUND ONE RESULTS

Daisy Shaw Porsche 20 points

Carlos Sainz Ferrari 16 points

Kevin Magnusson Haas 14 points

Pierre Gasly Alpine 14 points

Logan Sargeant Williams 13 points

Esteban Ocon Alpine 12 points

Charles Leclerc Ferrari 12 points

Oscar Piastri Mclaren 11 points

Alex Albon Williams 10 points

Lance Stroll Aston Martin 10 points

The cameras stopped rolling once they had made their way through every letter and Daisy was dismissed by the media team. Saying a quick goodbye to everyone Daisy headed out before they changed their mind and asked her to refilm something they weren't fully satisfied with. Crossing media duties off of her mental to-do list, Daisy made a beeline for the simulator.

Settling into the seat Daisy felt herself wake up. There was something about getting behind a wheel whether it was for a race or just in the sim that put her on full alert and could snap her out of her otherwise sleepy demeanour.

Back in Australia the engineers had briefed her on a new upgrade they were looking for her to test so that if it improved performance, it could be implemented ideally before Baku but if that wasn't possible they would definitely be ready for Miami with it. Daisy had been a little surprised at the talk of upgrades when they were barely three races into the season but if it improved her chances of making it to the podium, she'd accept them with open arms.

It was a modification to their rear wing design. Daisy had been told that it was aiming at improving their aerodynamic efficiency and downforce generation and that had lead to her going on a rant to the engineers with further questions. She was sure they must be sick of her yapping all the time. After all she was there to drive, not work on the cars to the same extent like them but Daisy believed knowing the car as in depth as she did was a unique advantage she possessed.

Without sounding like too much of a diss to Daniel, Daisy hadn't seen him having a nerdy freak out over corner grip and the potential stability improvements to the car in the high speed sectors like she did, although she sincerely doubted anyone else on the grid got as excited about little discussions like that as much as she did.

The simulator came to life once Daisy kick started it, the high definition screen transporting her to the circuit in Baku. Ideally they'd have this upgrade in time to help them keep up the pace at the high speed circuit full of tight corners. If it worked as well as they were all hoping it did, there'd be another chance at fighting for a podium, maybe even a win to compensate for the one she just lost.

With the new rear wing configuration loaded into the simulator, Daisy gripped the steering wheel and began her test runs on Baku. Pushing the car to its limits, she feels the subtle changes in handling and stability introduced by the upgraded wing.

As she navigated the virtual track, Daisy's focus was unwavering, her years of experience in the cockpit guiding her every move. The upgraded components responded to her inputs with precision, and she could feel the subtle improvements in handling and performance with each lap.

The engineers monitored her progress from their stations, analysing the data streaming in real-time. Daisy's feedback was invaluable as she provided insights into how the upgrade affected the car's dynamics and overall behaviour on the track.

Despite the controlled environment of the simulator, Daisy approached each corner with the same intensity and determination as she would on race day. Lap after lap, she pushed the limits of the car, exploring its capabilities and fine-tuning her driving technique to maximize its potential.

After several test runs and adjustments to fine-tune the wing settings, Daisy completes her evaluation of the upgrade. The engineering team gathers around the simulator, discussing the data and Daisy's feedback to determine whether the new rear wing meets their performance targets.

Daisy was about to join them to take a look at the raw data for herself as well because everything had felt so promising as she was driving but that hope was promptly ripped away from her as the unmistakable figure of Klaus Muller appeared in the doorframe.

If you asked her back in Jeddah Daisy would have nothing but positive things to say on her team principal. She'd always appreciate the gamble he took in signing her because she knew it had ruffled a lot of feathers in the paddock that a rookie team was bringing in a rookie driver, and not just any rookie - a girl. He'd faced a lot of heat and pressure for his decisions but Daisy had never not felt valued at the team. Up until last week when she was clearly sabotaged just to placate the other driver.

"Daisy," he called loudly "we need to talk."

Even his voice was irritating her in that moment and to be honest she didn't want to hear the half arsed excuses from him. So much so that she gave him a response that would definitely have Stella ripping her hair out if she heard it. "No we don't Klaus. You need to talk to me but I have absolutely nothing to say to you."

"Look Daisy," he sighed "it was for the good of the team and for Daniel's morale. Getting him a podium at his home race worked wonders."

Daisy actually saw red when those words left his mouth and even though she knew it was probably going to across as bratty and self cantered she couldn't help herself in giving him a snappy reply "and what about me Klaus? Would getting my first win not have been even better for the team? Screw that! Would a fucking double podium not have been a dream for everyone? Yeah it would, but I guess we'll never know for sure since you were clearly so unconfident in Daniel keeping the podium that I had to play second fiddle to him for the end of that race. I'm more of a fool I suppose since I followed the stupid orders but I'm telling you now it's not going to happen again. I'm not a second driver Klaus, I don't care how long he's been in the sport or how badly you want him to succeed."

Klaus Müller didn't get visibly angry often. He carried more of a quiet authority and rarely raised his voice but there he was standing in front of Daisy, face tinted red and bordering on shouting "It's a team effort Daisy. You'll follow the instructions or you can find yourself another seat for next year."

She scoffed at that "if it was a team effort both of us would have been treated equally, forcing me to stay back so you can favour Daniel is nothing but selfish so don't try say I don't care about the team. And Klaus, you might be saying that a threat but I fucking promise you that I will find a better seat if this happens again. I'm sure plenty of teams would be dying to crown the first female world champion."

"Careful Daisy," he scowled "you'll have to win a race first for that to happen."

Clenching her fists Daisy sneered at him "and whose fault is that? Oh wait! It's yours. Get fucked Klaus."

Turning on her heels for the exit Daisy stomped out of the room, ignoring the calls from team principal. Perhaps starting an argument with him wasn't the wisest of moves considering he could literally fire her or not resign her for the following season but Daisy was so annoyed by her win getting snatched away from her for a singular third place finish. They traded a win for mediocrity!

Immediately Daisy paced through the corridors to get to the main entrance so she could leave. She physically couldn't spend another minute in the factory or else she'd punch a hole in the wall, or Klaus' face. Whichever was closer.

With her seat possibly in risk after her little blow-up with Klaus, of course she didn't know for certain how personally he'd take it and if he was fully serious with his threat, she figured she should definitely text Jenson to start formulating a back up plan if that did happen. She could practically picture the man's hair greying at the text she sent to him - what could she say. She loved the drama.

messages!

daisy heyyyy bestie🥰

jenson what did you do

daisy woah

not you immediately assuming i'm the problem

jenson am i wrong though?

daisy eh it's debatable

he had it coming🤷‍♀️

jenson you're actually going to be the reason i go grey daisy

daisy now that's just uncalled for

i'm a little angel jense

but i might have had a proper go at klaus...

jenson not gonna lie i was expecting worse from you

like it's not ideal but I'm not saying you weren't justified and that he didn't have it coming after that shitshow

daisy YES KING‼️

supporting women's rights and wrongs

as you should

jenson my husband is literally a war criminal it comes with the territory

daisy HUSBAND??

not you calling fernando your husband yourself🤭

that's my job old man

get up! your mancrush is sooo embarrassing

jenson sometimes i wonder how much easier my life would if i managed literally anyone else on the grid

daisy lying isn't a good luck on you jense

you know you love me and the drama is a little bonus! you'd be bored out your mind if you were working with anyone else

jenson whatever you want to think daisy

on a serious note though don't worry about klaus, i'll talk to him and if things are similar next race we'll start reaching out to other teams for next year

daisy thanks dad😌✨

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loading new message...

unknown number so how about that coffee

daisy logan?

unknown in the flesh

well not really but yk what i mean

unless you were expecting someone else? then this is really awkward

daisy nope :) i don't usually give my number out

unknown number CHANGED TO logan

logan you're in the drivers chat though..

daisy with a different number💀

they use it way too much

this is my personal :)

logan woah should i be honoured to have THE daisy shaw's number

daisy definitely, it's only for pretty boys

logan consider me very honoured then🤭

daisy baku? i'm flying in early on the tuesday

logan same!! see you there :)

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lani-heart · 7 months ago

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parings -> sim jaeyun x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> neglected, running away, arrange marriage word count -> 1.4k

abstract -> everything was a lie... well... not everything

y/n’s perspective

“Asahi, please… you must’ve seen her!” Hyunsuk whined through the phone while Asahi glared at me. “Yah! How many times have I told you?! I have an internship, and I've been helping Junghwan pack. She’ll show up eventually, Hyunsuk” he said, already annoyed by our quarrel.

“I know… I'm just worried. I’m even thinking of going there myself soon… I just need to wrap a few things up so when I get there how about we hang out? After I found my sister… “ he said and I sighed.

“You’re screwed,” Jaehyuk said and I agreed. It doesn’t help that I've been getting constant messages on my phone and calls worrying about me…

“Bye,” he said as he hung up and glared silently. I smiled through the awkward silence. “Explain right now why I can tell him you're here? I understand you said you had a big fight with your parents but… you never offered an explanation?!” he said frustrated and I sighed.

“Do you know that rich family my parents wanted to connect me and Hyunsuk with? Well, they have a son and daughter. Their daughter is my age… so they wanted her to be engaged with Hyunsuk. So when he started rebelling that was his last straw. Now they're trying to set me up with their son… especially now that hybrid-human relationships were starting to become common in our socialite life” I said and he sighed.

“Why haven’t you told him then? Hyunsuk could help–" "Cause I'm still planning on going back… I just don’t want to be given an arranged marriage” I said and he nodded.

“Didn’t Niki’s owner get into an arranged marriage?” Jaehyuk asked and I nodded. “Yeah… I think that's where they got the idea from” I muttered and he sighed.

“It's only a matter of time before he finds you here,” he said and I nodded.

“I think I'm going out for some air?” I said and I noticed Jaehyhuk go by the door. “No… Asahi, you can't make him come with me every time I go out. I need… alone time” I said and he scoffed.

“Look… if this was Seoul, you could but this isn’t. If you weren’t walking around in Prada shoes and Chanel jewelry then maybe I wouldn't worry” he said and I smiled.

“And thank you for worrying… but trust me a little?”

I decided I wanted to go outside of this little town.

“Hello, I'm here to see So Junghwan?” I said and the receptionist nodded before telling me… “It seems he isn’t here, we were told he was going on a trip?” she said and I sighed.

He must’ve already checked out… I thanked her for leaving when I bumped into someone familiar. “Oh? Jake?” I said, now confused. His messy blonde hair was the only thing I recognized… he was dressed in all black with expensive clothes… “y/n!” he said with a happy grin. “Looks like you recuperated,” I said and he chuckled. “Oh… yeah, it was just a little misunderstanding,” he said and I nodded. “What… happened? If I may ask?” I said and he looked hesitant. “Ah! Sorry if I'm being rude–" "No… don't worry about it. Uhmm… I’m actually from Australia and… I lost my luggage and wallet, even my phone!” he said.

“Oh… that sucks. Have you filled in a lost report?” I asked and he nodded. “Yeah, but I luckily recuperated my wallet and luggage… well some at least. I don’t have my ID yet, nor a phone” he said and I nodded.

“I’m glad you’ve managed–” “Can I repay you?” he asked while cutting me off. I would say no… but I didn’t want to go back.

“Sure!”

jake’s perspective

I know I shouldn’t be using someone else’s money to repay her but… she was so kind to me and seemed a little down.

“So what made you decide to come here to Korea?” she asked me and I had to come out with believable lies. “Oh… well, I wanted a break. Everything right now was overwhelming back where I'm from” which wasn’t necessarily a lie.

“Oh, I see… I'm sorry. I hope everything gets better. I’m actually in the same boat…” she said with a sad smile. I didn’t like seeing that… for her.

“I’m actually from Seoul,” she said and I wasn’t surprised by that… “I’m actually a student–” I was surprised she was a student at where I took these etiquette classes. “I’ve been enrolled online for this semester though,” she said and I nodded. “It must be stressful… that's a pretty good school I've heard?” I said and she nodded.

“Yeah… but it's stressful because of… well my parents' ' she confessed and I listened to her say how pressured she felt and how her older brother was the rebelled child making her their second chance at a good kid.

“I’m sorry to hear that… It does sound stressful. Do you have good friends?” I asked and she smiled. “I do… Me and my brother actually grew up in the same friend group, weird enough. Of course, I've met other people too, but sometimes I need a break from everything” she said and I agreed.

“That hybrid… you said he was your friend right?” I asked and she nodded… it didn’t seem like he told her I was one. “Jaehyuk… he’s a lion hybrid. Have you ever had one?” she asked me and I chuckled. “No, and you?” I asked and she shook her head which surprised me.

“I always wanted one though… my parents thought it would be a distraction though,” she said and I wanted so badly to try to charm her but… she’d probably report me for theft.

“If you could have a hybrid… which would you choose?” I asked only to set myself up more. She smiled though… “I always wanted a dog hybrid… they seem so cuddly and sweet you know?” she said and I felt my heart ache.

“I get what you mean,” I said and she chuckled. “How about you?” she asked and I found this all too ironic. “I’d choose the same,” I said and she smiled. “You know… you look like you’d be a dog hybrid” she said and I froze. “You have puppy features… it's cute” she said and I felt my face heat up.

She seemed to giggle at my reaction before I could recover from that. “You really are cute!” she said and I felt my face heat up, even my tag twitch in “my” coat.

“Hey, Jake?” she said and I hummed waiting for whatever she’d say next.

“Let’s do something fun!”

“What do you mean you’ve never done this before!” she said as she held that dog plush she won. “I… haven’t actually ever been to an arcade before” I confessed and she grinned. “Then here! Yours, a physical reminder of this day!” she said as she held out the dog plush and I grabbed it.

My first… gift.

“We have to try some more! Ooh, they have figurines–” She was filled with life and I never would’ve expected it. I was jealous but she was contagious and I was actually enjoying myself for once. She was fun to be around… but I couldn’t keep the desires at bay, to tell her the truth and beg her to adopt me.

To have what Niki had… who knew I'd find the perfect stranger at the worst time?

While I was playing human… stole from someone who had a lot of money and well ran away illegally.

“A famous person is outside” I suddenly heard… famous? “Jake? What’s wrong?” she asked and I shook my head. “Nothing apparently someone famous is–” “Hide!” she said as she grabbed my wrist and hid us behind the arcade games away from the windows.

“That’s Choi Hyusuk!” I heard and she looked nervous. “Are you okay?” I asked and she smiled nervously. “Of course!” she said but I couldn’t believe her terrible lie. “Did he do something to you? I can–” “No… he’s a friend I guess' ' she said but it only left me more confused.

“Hyunsuk, she’s not going to be here” I heard and saw the lion hybrid by the side of someone else. “Fuck… Jake, we have to run” she whispered and I nodded worried for her. “Ready?” she asked and before we could run. “You really wanna run towards paparazzi? Stupid little sister” I heard… sister?

“Hyunsuk!” she suddenly said in a fake cheery tone while turning around to her supposed brother. “It’s great to see–” “How dare you ignore all of my messages?! I called like what!? 100… no 200 times?! I even filled up your voicemail!” he scolded.

“Still pretending?” I heard and I looked at the hybrid… I needed to leave.

“You interrupted me… uhmm” she wondered… “Who is this guy? Did he threaten–” he suddenly grabbed my collar. Who was he?! “–you? Do I need to kill him?!” he said and I shook my head silently begging for my life “Let him go! He knows nothing about this…” she said and the guy let me go. “Ah, sorry about that. I’m Hyunsuk!” he said as he held out his hand for me to shake. “Jake,” I said and he nodded and went back to scolding her.

He was… scary.

“Where’d you even get that…” the lion hybrid muttered. I felt my eyes widen. “That smells familiar,” he said and I chuckled. “y/n, it was an honor everything really but I need to go!” I said and she was going to protest before being scolded by her brother.

I ran… I soon saw paparazzi suddenly swarm outside taking photos from inside.

“Hello! Do you miss y/n’s lover?” “Are you the reason she ran away?” “Who are you?”

y/n’s perspective

After getting away from the paparazzi and back to Asahi’s apartment.

“You lied to me,” he pouted to him. “She asked me to keep it a secret” he defended and my brother glared at me. “Why didn’t you answer?” he asked genuinely worried and I was guilty that I worried him.

“I’m sorry…” I said and he patted my head. “Just tell me the truth,” he begged and nodded.

“Mom and Dad want me to marry Junghwan…” I said and his eyes widened. “Junghwan?! He would never agree–""His parents agree to it… he’s currently in Japan hiding away” I said and he sighed frustrated.

“They can’t force you… they couldn’t with me” he said and I smiled. “You’re a boy,” I said and he sighed. “I know… maybe this will convince them. They called worried for you, but they haven’t mentioned at all about canceling any marriage plans. No wonder mom was looking at a wedding dress catalog” he said and I whined frustrated at this.

“This is unfair! Why am I even in school then learning business for Dad?!” I asked frustrated and he sighed. “They want to have you marry someone competent I guess?” he asked and I sighed.

“Uhm… y/n who was the guy you were with?” Asahi asked and I was confused as to why that was important. “Yeah! Did you get a boyfriend?! Is that–” ”NO!” I yelled.

“He’s a runaway hybrid from the Seoul Hybrid Adoption Center they’ve been looking for,” he said and I was confused. He was a human I was… I was sure of it until I saw Asahi show me articles and posts on Twitter comparing Jake to the missing hybrid from Seoul.

And how apparently I kidnapped him…

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im-a-king-baby · 3 months ago

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I was just watching videos of Omar on tour and it reminded me of ELYN. The way he is on stage is so ELYN vibe. I feel like I’m watching the chaos tour haha (minus the negative stuff)

<3 <3 <3 Hiiiii, thank you!!! It's been fun to see all the pictures and videos coming from the concerts and play spot the difference with my mental pictures of Simme. (Sadly I haven't been able to go, very rude of Omar not to go to Australia on his Europe tour. We're in Eurovision! That makes us basically part of Europe.)

Also since you reminded me of it and my November resolution was to try to post more things, here is a Simme Chaos tour snippet that is (mostly) the positive stuff <3 😅

(And for the reblogs, this is a prequel snippet to Everybody Loves You Now @ AO3)

He has his first solo concert in Europe. Not counting the promo events, or the industry shows, or the monopolized Open Mic Nights.

The first show in a concert venue, which was booked in advance, with tickets sold that have his name on them, printed in all-caps.

Of course it’s tiny compared to the stadium they were in last night opening for Ariana. A theatre most used for plays with a single bathroom backstage in place of a dressing room and where Candace had had to drag them all out to the alley where the van was parked for the pre-show pep-talk so they couldn’t be heard on stage over the support act.

But Simon has a support act now. There are other solo shows booked, in and around the Ariana dates. Every day Candace is making calls and emailing contacts and adding things to the calendar pinned up on the inside of the van. Filling up all the gaps.

Which is good. It’s great. They’re gaining momentum and Simon is getting better at jumping from show to interview to show, at catching sleep in bursts crammed between commitments, at finding products that cover up the exhaustion on his face. And now he’s got a solo show, and Candace is In Talks about the second album that he might be able to work with a songwriter to put his own songs on, and he’s in Europe again for the first time in… months.

“This could be the start of bigger things,” Candace had said in the alley, while Simon bounced on his toes to keep warm, already dressed in his show outfit of a black mesh tank and jeans slashed open on the sides. “So drink it all in tonight, we’re only going bigger from here.”

He’d thought he was used to it by now, the noise of the crowd, the sight of phone lights spread out before him like stars, but it turns out it’s different when they’re all there for him. When they’re screaming his name before he’s even stepped on stage, rather than him having to slowly win them over. When he runs out onto the stage and the screaming ramps up and hits like a wall and he can feel the smile stretching at his cheeks that he can’t even pretend to hold back. He might cry, actually has to sniff a few times, turning away from the crowd to pull himself together.

There were so many moments he thought he wouldn’t get to have this. When the label said his songs weren’t good enough, when the graphs showed sales were falling, the shows where he opened and the crowd barely seemed to notice, the phone call in Texas to ask what the plans were for the tour break only to get Rachel’s Assistant ‘Ms McKenzie has decided to cull her list and focus on acts with more commercial appeal.’

“Sim-me! Sim-me! Sim-me!” The crowd chants, falling into rhythm and his heart seems to speed up to match Sim-me Sim-me and it doesn’t matter that it’s three hundred people rather than ten thousand, he spins around to the mic and there’s enough light from the spots and the phones to pick out faces. Girls with glitter dots around their eyes, boys in black eyeliner edged with gold, people in Simme T-shirts, waving signs saying DANCE LIKE THIS, people who came to his show who traveled and paid money and got dressed up because they wanted to see him.

“Oh my god, hi. Hello. Hi. I love you.” There was a script, he thinks, but he has absolutely no idea what it said. It’s only thanks to the set-list taped to the floor by his mic stand that he can even remember what he’s meant to sing. “Hello Cologne. This is the first official show of what I think we’re all agreed is the Chaos Tour.”

They laugh along with him and they cheer and Simon can only hope he’s still capable of singing around this wild, insane grin on his face because it absolutely isn’t going away. “Thank you for coming. Thank you for supporting me. The fact that I’m here, the fact that we can do this at all, is all because of you talking and filming and sharing and streaming and this was my dream for so long I can’t say thank you enough for making it come true.”

The fight is lost, the fight is over, he is absolutely crying as they scream again, someone shouts 'Simmers forever,' and more people shout 'Simme,' and the exhaustion melts away like it was never there.

He’s not cold, or tired, or lonely, or afraid. It feels like getting his song picked for the jubilee, like seeing Wilhelm running after Sara’s car, like everything.

“Now I hope you’re all here to dance,” he says. “Because all of us up here, We Wanna Dance.”

Kevan hits the intro, the backing track hits the beat, and every single person in front of him starts singing. Every word, thrown back at him. Screaming, applauding, chanting his name.

And it’s all worth it. Whatever it takes. To have this.

#elyn fic #elyn ficlet #everybody loves you now #yr fic #lc2l #young royals fic

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formula-fun · 10 months ago

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Pacific rim au snippet?? for us to live a little happier in coming days ksjadjshs? 👀

i am pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead

The day Sebastian Vettel descends on the Faenza Academy, four things happen.

First, a series of rumors fly across the entirety of base. Charles is ninety percent sure they’re George’s doing, but the way they telephone between the cadets is truly a modern marvel. In the morning the word is that Vettel is visiting to scope out the cadets to select his new copilot, never mind that none of them have ever even drifted in their lives. By noon the story has been transformed into a harrowing tale involving Vettel, a recent Kaiju attack in Cabo, and a torrid affair with Director Binotto’s wife.

“Did you hear about Binotto’s wife?” George asks during lunch, eyes wide.

“That was your rumor, idiot,” Alex tells him. “Obviously it’s not true. Binotto doesn’t even have a wife.”

By that afternoon, it’s rumored that Binotto lost his wife in a Kaiju attack in Cabo, where she bravely fought in a top-secret test jaeger as Vettel’s copilot.

The second thing that happens is training is suspended for a full day. Truthfully, Charles thinks this should be the real source of rumors, but they’re all so burned out none of the cadets want to question having a day off. It doesn’t mean they actually take the day off—they’re too bored for that, and they’ve forgotten how to do anything else than train relentlessly and occasionally study the odd K-Science journal.

Still, the Director, his assistants, half the training staff and Vettel all spend the morning locked in a conference room doing god knows what.

“They ordered pizza about an hour ago,” Alex tells him. He’s been pretending to read Jaeger Daily for two hours, sprawled out on a towel stolen from the bathroom while he pretends not to watch the Operations building from behind his sunglasses. “I heard you can predict a war based on how often the militaries order pizza. It means they’re planning something.”

“This is Italy,” Pierre says, unbothered, stripped shirtless and sprawled out in the sun a few paces away. “They order pizza literally every day.”

Alex hums. “And they got affogatos.”

“Affogatos?! Mon Dieu. Call the press.”

It probably means nothing, but it’s certainly strange—the conference, not the pizza. Vettel is a well-known face not just in the Jaeger program, but in the world. He was confirmed into the program just a handful of months earlier after having matched with some kid in Australia, and once their Jaeger goes into service he’ll be the first European ranger ever. It’s not a great statistic, seeing as there have only been six rangers in active combat in the history of the planet, but it’s still something.

The Faenza school is small, and often forgotten; most of the European academies are the same way. That’s why it’s even stranger that Vettel is here, of all places.

The third thing that happens that day is Charles kicks Max’s ass in the Kwoon. It’s not related to Vettel in any way, but it’s still funny.

Charles’ first impression of Max when they met eight months ago was that he’s too serious. His eyes are shaped like half-moons, clearly designed for laughing, but he frowns all the time. His lower lip juts out a little, petulant. Charles’ dad used to scold Charles for pouting like that when he was little, warning him his face would get stuck like that, and if Charles was too old for it at seven then Max is much too old for it at sixteen. It’s possible that his face is stuck like that, in fact, since the months that Charles has known him he hasn’t relaxed once.

He doesn’t relax while training. He doesn’t relax in the rec room. He doesn’t relax while eating—if anything he’s the least relaxed doing that, shoveling food into his mouth like he’s about to be called to attention at any second. His frown lingers as they run laps of the dusty base in Faenza, the sun beating down hot and unrelenting, and while he’s training on the sim: thirteen drops and eleven kills, a record that’s second best only to Charles’ own.

“Beginner’s luck, huh?” Max had said when Charles had stepped out of the sim for the first time, exactly one kill to his name. He doesn’t say that the second time, or the third, or the fourth.

Like Charles said. No sense of humor.

Max is good at Muay Thai, which pisses Charles off to no end. It’s not that Charles is bad at it, he’s just been a little shorter than Max and a lot more wiry for the entire time they’ve known each other. Max is gangly too, but his legs are stronger, a fact that Charles has learned on more than one occasion by catching a knee straight to the solar plexus—a blow which Max barely has to strain to deliver. They’ve sparred—fought, really—enough times now for Charles to know that no matter how quick he can be, Max still has a serious physical advantage.

“Teach me Judo,” he told his trainer the fifth time Max pressed him out of the ring during a training session—a fight—with a heavy offense and pointy elbows, the director’s assistant watching from the corner and taking notes on a clipboard.

“We don’t usually teach that,” Andrea told him. “You’ll never beat a kaiju by throwing it.”

“I want to beat him.” At Andrea’s hesitation he added, “I’ll train extra. I don’t care.”

So Andrea started teaching him Judo; and on the day that Vettel arrives at the academy Charles steps into the ring with Max, letting him get two swings in before grabbing his wrist, using his momentum against him and flipping him square over his shoulder.

Max hits the mat hard enough that the sound echoes through the empty kwoon.

“Judo isn’t on the training list,” Max gripes, pushing himself up and rolling over to clutch at his nose. “Fuck.”

“I’m just adapting to the style of my opponent,” Charles says flatly. “As any good ranger would do.”

“I hate you,” Max tells him, dabbing at his nose—entirely for dramatic effect, since there isn’t a drop of blood in sight and Charles is pretty sure he didn’t even hit him there—and then spins on the mat to kick Charles’ feet out from under him.

Charles goes toppling, landing with a grunt, which is the moment Max decides to try to wrestle him. A horrible decision, really. Max is shit at wrestling. It takes all of thirty seconds for Charles to pin him, catching his left arm in an ude-garami, which is the exact moment that the door swings open.

“Ah,” Director Binotto says. “Leclerc and Verstappen, some of the brightest in our youth program.”

“Let me up,” Max hisses through his teeth, his breath hot against his ear, but Charles just tightens his grip.

“You haven’t tapped out,” Charles replies, holding Max down with his own chest as he twists Max’s elbow. Max lets out a string of noises that sound very Dutch and very rude.

“They do look it,” someone says blandly, and when he looks up Charles is greeted by the sight of Sebastian Vettel standing over him.

He springs to his feet, snapping to attention. Max follows suit, albeit a little slower.

“Relax,” Vettel says. “We don’t stand on rank in the kwoon. I thought that was the first rule of training,” he adds, raising his voice a little.

Binotto shrugs. “We do things differently here.”

Vettel’s eyebrows flash up, then back down again. He ignores the director, giving them both an easy smile, and Charles and Max’s hands fall away at the same time. “I’ve never visited any of the youth programs, but I’ve heard great things,” he says. “How long have you been training?”

“Eight months, sir,” Charles says.

“Please, it’s Sebastian. You’ve been here since the opening of the academy, then,” Sebastian says, his mouth forming into a C shape. “And you’ve been training to be copilots?”

Charles looks at Max, who’s already looking back. His mouth is pouty again, his eyebrows furrowed. Too serious.

“Our cadets did not begin the matching process until last week,” Binotto says, stepping forward to take his place at Sebastian’s side. “We have been training them as a group in the hopes that compatibility would be demonstrated organically, and for the most part that has proved to be successful.”

“How so?”

Binotto lets out a little hum. “Some pairs we brought in together proved to be compatible—siblings, best friends. Other times this proved to be the opposite. And then of course, some compatible pairs just find each other. We had our suspicions, but neural aptitude tests only confirmed it.”

Charles frowns, a protest poised behind his teeth.

“And you two train on the sim together?” Sebastian asks them, his face open.

“No,” Max says. “We only train solo.”

“What are your scores?”

“Thirteen drops, eleven kills.”

“Thirteen, twelve,” Charles adds, and can’t bite down the smug smile when Max shoots a glare his way.

Sebastian raises his eyebrows, blowing out a breath. He looks to Binotto, who raises his eyebrows with a small smile.

“That’s impressive,” Sebastian says. “You both want to be rangers one day?”

“Yes, sir,” they say, and it unfortunately comes out in perfect unison.

Sebastian looks at them for a long beat, a serene smile on his face. “I’m not here at an official capacity. I’m just here to scope out the copilot matches in our youth program. You probably already had some idea that you’re drift compatible,” he says, which Charles was not aware of at all, and then while he’s still reeling from that piece of information, “but the tests last week identified you at somewhere between ninety nine point seven and ninety nine point nine percent.”

“That’s not right,” Max blurts out. “We’re not compatible.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raise. “Neural tests prove otherwise. So do fighting styles and sim scores, from the looks of it.”

“But we don’t get along.”

“That doesn’t always mean something.” He tilts his head. “If this comes as a surprise, it might be helpful to know that compatibility is about balance as much as it’s about similarities. You might see differences in each other, but in a Jaeger those things will become complementary parts.”

Charles can’t hold back a tiny scoff. What’s supposed to be complementary about Max? His bullheadedness? His ability to eat food faster than the mess hall can produce it?

“Gentlemen,” Binotto says, which is another first—Binotto has never called them that in their lives. “The Jaeger Program needs cadets. Not just rangers, but mechanics, strategists, engineers, support coordinators, biologists, neuroscientists—we need personnel, and now that the academy is on its feet and more jaegers are going into service, it’s time to identify who is part of a viable drift pairing, and who would be better suited to a different division.”

At his side, Max sucks in a short breath, barely audible. Charles himself straightens. He knows a threat when he hears one.

“We’d like to start a project to test drift compatibility through a rudimentary neural handshake,” Binotto says, “and we’re going to be testing that project on you.”

And that’s how the fourth thing happens.

#dont @ me i know nothing abt judo #or muay thai for that matter #other than it seems to involve a lot of kneeing and elbowing and looks very scary #lestappen #pacrim au #writing tag #oh i need a title for this fic btw im open to suggestions

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russellius · 2 years ago

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stop what you’re doing and go watch THIS right now!!!!

anyway here are some great moments listed because i love him a normal amount

top drivers of all time? “obviously jolyon is in the top 3″...

season so far? not ideal. but things in life should never be easy, see brazil victory, it was sweet because of all that hard work etc

*in his journalist voice* why did you crash into sainz in turn 1? "well it wasn't like i planned to crashed into him"

nude? "that's to come later"

him saying that seeing how much his brazil win meant to the people around him has resonated more with him than crossing the line has (which he didn't expect), and that's why he was so emotional >>>

says lewis is more embarrassed of that photo of the two of them together from 2009 than him

was he expecting himself to be as competitive with lewis as he was when he came to merc? yeah. he went into it with an open mind, but he backed and backs himself.

what would he tell his 11 year old self in that photo from 2009? “cut your hair.” you make mistakes, do things you regret, etc but he wouldn't change a single thing about his career. not being afraid to fail

hardest part of his job? can't complain much, but if laura wasn't there he'd say media :) but yeah, media, he's a racing driver, not an actor, a public speaker. travelling is tough too. "trying to get a good salad around silverstone is not the easiest"

he doesn't mind the sim. he always tries to think about what the next big thing will be, because he wants to be ahead of the curve

monaco is fun to drive, but the racing? boring.

how would he fix silverstone? more grandstands 😇

"which 2 drivers wouldn't you want to go on a road trip with?" "phones away" there's definitely 1-2 he wouldn't want to go with...

“who would you want to go on road trip with?” george: depends what you're after. jolyon: what are you after? ��👀 george: 🤨 yeah 😐😑

says he would go on a road trip with daniel and pierre if he had to choose 2 drivers from the grid

out of the TPs he'd go on a holiday with günther. spent a 5 hour flight sitting next to him once, chatting away. "has he got a book?!"

hasn't passed his driving test the first time... no minors, but one major. he's convinced the instructor had it against him... says he was in a wrong lane in the roundabout... "a major though, really?"

what's his favourite thing to cook? “i don't cook to be honest.” but he loves burgers and pizzas! he often has a pizza on the saturday night! mental energy, a pizza makes him feel good! :)

“you're gonna have to pick someone who survived a lot of crashes, because if they survived that they can survive anything. like mick schumacher!” george: 😂. 😐 i think we go to the next question.

in his book he'll announce which drivers he wouldn't want to be stranded on an island with. that's what his book will be about.

what would he want to do once he finishes driving? “not be on sky sports.” he takes it back, he likes the sky sports people. (because the cameras are filming him) he has no idea btw what he'll want to do then

doesn't really care who he's gonna be teammates with once lewis retires

he has a 5 minute power nap before the race. laura: you can fall asleep that quickly tho? george: no. ended up saying that he "meditates" then. makes sure he goes to the loo

only visualizes the first corner if he's on the first two rows, too many variables if he starts further back. the moment he qualified p2 in australia, he already knew where he was gonna go into T1. just brake 5 meters later than him, hope it sticks

from the past, he'd obviously race montoya

sainz is the one who chats the most

he'd want to drive mansell's 92 williams

says the V8s sound so much better than what we have now. they make the current cars sound like hoovers

“formula e? i mean yeah.. i don't know about formula e to be honest...” says it’s too wacky. he watches f2 and f3 and tries to watch back the f1 races. puts it on fast forward though. x2.

favourite kind of cheese?

after a laugh, he proceeds to give the most british answer. adds that doesn't like the smelly cheeses. loved the question tho, unexpected!

george: but good question... laura: yeah we thought it was a good one to end on! :) george: *pauses* really 🧍‍♂️

#george russell #q #23 #r #MY FAVOURITE BOY

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chussyracing · 11 months ago

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what has been happening in the world of motorsports?

to start with the most concerning and serious point: there has been a complaint to the FIA Compliance Officer and Ethics Committee when Ben Sulayem came out to say they won't be stepping into the allegations of Horner's workplace misconduct because they didn't receive any official complaints, another one came in a few days after (with a warning that media will get the information next) and apparently the victim handed in her own official complaint (as a reminder this comes after reports of Sulayem being investigated for trying to influence the race result and a circuit confirmation last year and allegedly also asking Max Verstappen to publicly support Horner)

Ben Sulayem has also been cleared off the allegations (both over the Saudi Arabia 2023 results overrule and Las Vegas GP intervence)

Guanyu will have his own short documentary called The First One (probably about being the first Chinese driver on the F1 grid)

Alex posted his own merch line, debuting on his app first

Williams will run Alex, Logan and Lia Block (and even James Vowles) at Goodwill - first time in an F1 car for both Lia and James

Pierre made a new investment decision, he now has shares in French football team FC Versailles (in a similar move that the US investors made for Alpine)

there are rumours of Aramco trying to take over Aston Martin and get both Max and Adrian Newey in the team (the source is Formulauno tho)

F1 won't switch to 16 inches tyres like was originally planned for 2026 regulations (they will keep using 18 inches ones but their shape and sizing will be a bit different)

Monaco this year will feature a special floating platform

Este was at some sort of F1 podcast and he mentioned that he raced in F3 against Max and won the title, but it was Max who got a seat in F1 despite finishing p3 (and apparently that made a lot of Max fans angry)

Mercedes are still battling the lack of correspondence between sim and track data, the rumours say they might try some experiments in Australia and potentially push back some scheduled upgrades until they collect more data

GB4 will fund an F1 Academy seat for the highest placed female driver in the series

Guenther Steiner became an F1 columnist (among other things he mentioned he would hire Ollie Bearman and that he should have left Haas much sooner)

Barcelona's circuit invested 50m euros to try to keep them on the race calendar beyond 2026 when Madrid joins

there are rumours that if Max really goes to Mercedes, Toto Wolff has a deal with James Vowles to take Kimi Antonelli in the team

Riccardo Adami said he is ready to be Lewis' race engineer in Ferrari in 2025 (which is not really a piece of news but a lot of people expected Bono to follow Lewis - which despite the anti-poaching clause - can still happen at some point)

Carlos will meet FIA doctors and complete cockpit escaping test on Thursday to see if he is fit to drive in Australia after his surgery, but Ferrari claimed he is ready to race

Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber will be called Kick Sauber this week due to Australian policy

Felipe Drugovich signed with LMP2 team but will also keep the Aston Martin reserve driver role

Simone Resta will join Mercedes after being let go off from Haas where he was on loan from Ferrari

Enrico Sampo will also join them as a Head of Performance Software Applications, and it is understood they hope he could help with correlation issues between sim data and on track data (although he will only start in the new position in 2025)

Nikita Mazepin appealed against the sanctions from European Union (because of ties to Russian government), the Court of Justice lifted the sanctions

Lewis posted about Palestine and rightfully calls for immediate and permanent ceasefire

Williams partnered with Sungood as official eyewear partner (after they already have a sponsorship deal with McLaren)

from fan's point of view:

Charles went surfing in Melbourne, and then he went karting

Lewis changed his Instagram icon

it was Mike Krack's birthday yesterday, sorry I missed it king!

(also a fun fact: it was also Prince Albert II.'s 66th birthday a few days ago)

Ollie was asked about Le Mans and said he would take Lewis and Charles and if they don't win, it is his own fault

Oscar was a face of last Esquire issue

apparently there are rumours of George being engaged (how do people come up with stuff like this. no idea.)

Daniel showed a special helmet design for his gp

there is apparently a whole google doc with updated drivers locations??? get help

Alex and Oscar have been the latest hosts on Beyond The Grid episodes

racing results:

Formula E was back on this past weekend with Sam Bird winning for the first time in FE, Mitch Evans in p2 (after getting overtaken on last lap), and Oliver Rowland in p3

#i probably forgot a lot but alas #e #f1 #gossip night

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highhhfiveee · 1 year ago

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good fuckin morninggggg

so, bad news, i doooo unfortunately have to go work later, BUT, i'm awake now with some breakfast and i'm going to work on the brothersbestfriend fic and answer a few requests!

feeling very excited about the future of this blog. even though i'm only writing ab one character, i can't believe the little community we've created here <3 as i said in my pinned post, i do plan on expanding and becoming multifandom, it's just that the main fandoms i was in as a teen have become damn near obsolete and while i read marauders, anime, and strangers things stuff, i don't feel confident enough to write for them bc i dont know much about the lore/characters <3 hoping to find other avenues to expand into though! i've just been loving to write about mike, he makes me feel so gidddddyyyyyy. i am giggling and kicking my feet thinking about him 🫥

also also, i wanted to introduce myself to you guys a bit more in depth since we're getting new people in. i'm faire, i'm 22, and i'm really just an all-around creative. i've always loved art and creative expression in any form! i went to a performing arts high school for theatre and pursued a creative writing degree in college (dropped out in my literal last semester bc i am solely responsible for myself and my mental health got too bad lmao.) i counted my masterlist the other day and i think i've written like 23-25 things on here which is crazy to me, but makes sense because i used to have to write five pages stories every other day lmao

some of my other likes include video games like the sims and overwatch, reading, music (i sing and write, and i love alllll genres), graphic design, and being outside! i also love food and travel (japan is one of my all-time desired trips!)

i dislike rude people, lack of communication and spatial awareness lmao, yellow mustard, beans, and capitalism. just trying to make it in this world one day at a time <3

i'm curious as to where everyone else is from though! i'm from the east coast of america, born and raised! ready to escape tbh lol just interested to see where you're all reading from

okie, i'm going to start writing now, see you all soon with some slutty/fluffy mike thoughts <3

basil goobins also says hi 🌱

#fnaf #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #faire has works in progress!#faire says #good morning (: <3 #today's going to be a good day!#faire's life #faire's cat: basil <3

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kreeperslash · 7 months ago

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Journal/Memories Pt. 1

i don't really know how this works on here I don't know whether I should make this public or keep it private. So I'll just keep it as whatever settings it on. (bear in mind I like to ramble a lot and my words or whatever won't make any sense at times other than to me). These post will be a double story (a real story of my life between two people named E (me) and C (you'll get a explanation of this person)

My name is E. Male, demi-sexual/romantic, will be 30 this year (Capricorn), born in Mexico but raised in the U S. (I came illegally at barely a year old it's hard to say I don't recall I just repeat what my family has told me) And was under the DACA program, animal lover,degree in business, alien enthusiast, tarot card reader, anime/manga nerd, I collect figures, I am a big gamer, I want to get better at the things I love and want to learn more like DIY/baking/gardening.

The other person in my post I'll bring up a lot is C the one and only person I truly have ever love and will only love (my soul mate and the person I always choose in each life time of they actually happen). Born and raised in Australia, silly, clumsy (I'm way more clumsier than them), tarot believer, gamer (sims, lol, other life sims, story games), collecting stuffies, cat lover, unicorn.

I fell in love with a person which I'll leave as C. We met through a online social game named Smallworlds. Funny is that we met through an accident on my end since I ended up in the wrong room. While clicking around to the actual room I needed to be in C approached me without me realizing that they were. Then a simple question was asked "Are you a lesbian?" My avatar is clearly male and usually I would ignore things like this and move on, but C something about them was different I can't explain it besides the fact that they are special in a way. I gave a response and we slowly talked more and more and I forgot my original plan of going to meet up someone else in a different room. Realize this game was a flash 2010s social game stuff that doesn't really exist anymore now a days. It was at the end of 2016 or 2017 that we met btw. Room was a Burger King and we started to mess with people saying the meat was people and convincing people that we are going to murder them and make them into burgers for laughs and jokes.

I don't know how long we spend playing around but you know how all things end you usually leave and never meet the person again or just casually add each other and forget. No not C they wanted to not only add me in game but add me on Kik if I had it, again I would really never add people outside of games unless I knew them well but C was special and I did.

I'll continue my story of me and C in another post for now but I'll let you know what's actually going on now. I moved to Australia to marry them fucked it all up because I have severe mental health issues that thought I get through and solve here but no my anxiety and depression has gripped me too hard and I've push C to their limits that we need to be apart for a while so that I can grow and improve myself without using them as a crutch. Since I left the US while under DACA I nullified my chances of going back to the US and I knew this and I still chose to be with C. But even if I stayed in the US to try to fix myself it wouldn't have happened my family, my family is so much of a crutch also in a different way like a crutch that actively makes you wanna trip (I hope to explain this in another post for now I'll just keep it simple). So now I'll be going back to my home city in Mexico in one of the top 10 deadliest cities in the whole country. I hope to become better through my own means and not using C as a crutch because that's not a relationship that I want them to see it as I want it to be one where they are holding my hands and making them feel what they should.

I guess that gets stuff out of the way about me and where this will go. I'm hoping that this string (that a good way to put it?) of post about my journey for self improvement and telling the story of me and C as well.

#life changing #worry #i am scared #diary #journal #soul mates

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jodigada · 1 year ago

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Here's to actually doing something about the many hobbies I have. DAY 1: WRITING

Chapter 1: Tubbie, I am her

“TUBBI !!!! TUBBI !!! TUBBI !!!”, my name screamed multiple times from a distant…. I jump off my bed, throw my headphones on the floor and Usain bolt my way to the kitchen door to our backyard. “How many times do I call for you?”, my dad with a straight face and hella annoyed because he is now hanging the washing, he told me to do since the sunrise and it is now 2:35pm. I giggle and slowly wrap my fingers through the basket handles pulling it towards me but he is was not very happy with me.

“It’s not funny, you never listen”, he complained while grabbing the nearest dead branch- my nerves started building up and I automatically started rumbling all the excuses my lazy brain could think of to prevent that damn branch from colliding with any part of my legs and arms.

“Dad, dad, you know I slept late, the WWE WrestleMania went on and on and then I had to clean the kitchen because of the mess you made from cooking, then sort out the washing to be hung but you hung it too early the sun just became hot… so technically you interjected with my plan” … I babble on and on, hoping that he’d get sick of listening to me and give up. Unfortunately, my dad is somehow in the mood to be petty and drag out an argument. So, he started going on and on about how I am becoming really lazy since we moved to New Zealand, forgetting the normal agenda of every weekend like how it was in Samoa. We wake up at 7am in the morning before the Sun turns into a flaming bitch to pick up the fallen breadfruit leaves, all the trash around our 1/4acre land and cook a big spread of breakfast for only him, my mum, me and my big sister. “Do you want to be a palagi? I will still beat your fia (wanna be) palagi muli (butt) if you don’t get your shit together”, he added on to his never-ending lecture while increasing the volume of his deep masculine voice. I quickly hang the washing as his rap continues and just as he called me out for not showering since yesterday morning when I left for school, my stomach curled I hear a familiar voice from the other side of the gate where our 2 m clothing line is hung between two trees, “Tubbi, why didn’t you shower?” Timothy laughed and continued to tease me, adding fire to my dad’s still on-going rap. I glared at my dad, rolled my eyes to Timothy and grabbed the washing basket and stomp my feet heavily to indicate to them both how annoyed I was, especially to my dad.

“Timothy, have you eaten? Come over and have some corn beef”, my dad calls over-

“Oh sweet, coming now, uncle Sim”, stupid Timothy’s head popping over the fence as he climbs down using my dad’s ladder he borrowed. They both come in the door deep analysing the Rugby World Cup Final between the All Blacks and Wallabies. “What are you doing here?” I sulked and grab my favourite drink in the world, Arizona green tea with ginseng and honey. Timothy ruffled my hair and grinned at my sulky face and walked to the kitchen aisle, “your dad said you have corn beef Tub Tub”.

“I told you not to call me that, now every one thinks I’m a fat shit”, my voice raised and glared at him that my dad lightly hit my head, meaning to shut up before I give you another smack on your head. Timothy is our neighbour; he is actually also my first friend since we moved to Dunedin. His family moved from Australia because his dad’s company expanded to New Zealand and is setting up an office in Dunedin for the South Island, so they moved a year ahead of us.

“Tubbi, close the windows”, my dad calls out from the kitchen to close the window that Timothy is sitting inches away from because the wind keeps on initiating his mid-length, ash brown wavy hair to smack his stupid face as he tries to eat. I looked at my dad in disbelief because he really is making me stand up from the living room and walk all the way over to the dinning table to close the window Timothy is sitting by. “Oh, my days, what the fuck”, I scream in my head because I would never dare to utter those words out loud or my island father would show me the greatness of our green broom. I pull the windows in to shut the wind out completely and blobbed next to Timothy while my dad is marinating lamb chops for lunch.

“You need to hurry the fuck up and leave or else my dad is gonna give me more chores to do because of you”, I annoyingly begged Timothy but not too loud for my dad to hear. He just giggles and continues his spoons of big portions of corn beef down his throat. “I’ll help you with your chores…” My face light up at Timothy … “but” he quickly adds on, I sludge my back down and kicks his right leg under the table. “But what?” I demanded a favourable but, “But you need to come with me and help me take all my stuff to senior fundraiser tomorrow at 2pm”. Timothy goes to an all-boys private high school and I hate going to these things because sometimes I get anxiety around so many people, also because he will make me stay there until it’s over when I could be home watching WWE and bake.

“It’s Sunday, you know it’s my time with the Lord”,

He grabs my left cheek and softly said, “Your dad said I can take you, so I’ll pick you up from church”- my face blushed because this dude’s face is so near and even though I’m used to him, he’s still a guy.

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In my dad’s eyes, I am his bubbly, smiley, lazy to do chores, academic achiever, hates celeries in fried food, loves to hang the washing but hates to load them in the washing machine. Loves to spend time in the kitchen but hates washing dishes; loves to sing UB40 songs with him when he’s drinking a couple of beers on a Friday night outside the back porch watching the sun sets while reminiscing his rugby days in the Manu Samoa 15 team. The daughter who always sneaks monetary gift from anyone in his pockets for our ice cream runs pre-dinner time; the daughter who complains about ironing church wear every Sunday morning at 7a.m but is first to sit by the table for lunch ready to devour oka- (raw fish cut into cubes in a pool of fresh squeezed coconut milk with raw onions, cucumbers and tad amounts of chili peppers) that he wakes up early every Sunday morning to prepare.

I was his daughter that he spent most of his days with as my mum and sister were busy with Uni. We argue like friends, I storm to my room and slam the door in my head as I do not dare to cross that line, not because I fear him… well, he does scare me when he’s mad but because no matter what happens, I will always have immense respect for my parents as this is how they are with their own parents. He was a stay-at-home dad/husband, he was proud of it, he did all the chores that society has tagged a ‘woman’s responsibility’. Vacuuming the house, cleaning the bathroom, cooking breakfast and dinner, the laundry, along with other heavy duties around the house. I’ve heard the men at church joke around asking “how’s the week cinderella” and shit like that and he would respond in a way that made me so proud that he was my dad and mum’s lucky to have him as a husband. - “Well, my wife gained from eating well and my daughter is clean, pretty well aye”, he retaliates to those ugly fat shits sarcasms.

“Dad, I want to rip off that man’s head”, I whisper as we walk home since church is like 15 mins away from our house.

He pinches my arm with his big hands and tells me to shut up and not be rude- “ice tea or ice coffee?”, he asks to stop me from dragging on my developing issue with those jerks. I huffed and walked past him, “strawberry ice green tea”.

I sucked on my straws trying to wiggle the strawberry jellies in my ice tea in my mouth and next thing I know, I slipped and landed on my ass.

I look up and see Timothy holding a basket of fresh veges over my head laughing and stretching his arm out to help and almost dropped the basket.

“You stoopid”, I rumble

“Be nice, I was trying to help you Tub”, he puts the basket down and pulls me up and I almost pulled him back down with me because ummm he’s skinner than me even though he has muscles my island genes are heavier than his six pack and slim beach body. We take the veges from his mum to the house and let my dad know we’re leaving and he reminds Timothy to bring me home before 10pm to which he nods and we run to the car before my dad yells another chore for me to do.

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We pull up to the teacher’s car park on the other end of the admin building and the senior boys in Timothy’s level were unloading their contributions. These tall, well-built boys from different ethnicities come rushing at Timothy because well he’s their school rugby team’s best fly-half and fullback and has already been scouted by New Zealand’s rugby league clubs.

“Timmy boy, did you bring your eclectic fry pan?”, Roaster trying to catch his breath from running and holding out his red powerade for Timothy.

“Check the back seat it’s under Tubbie’s blanket”, while nudging me to get out and start unloading everything in the car for his lemonade stand. I bring the pick-up’s cover down to scan which light necessity there to carry but of course he tells me to carry the 5 bags of yellow lemons. “Can you do it?” he cheekily grins hoping i’d say no- “pfftt, easy stuff bitch” I retaliate but really my arms were fucking sore, but at that point my feminism era owned a big part of my personality.

His group of boys walked towards us and I see a light brown-skin bow with silky hair, hazelnut eyes, standing out from Timothy’s other douchebag friends. I stared as they get closer and Roaster pokes my shoulder, teasingly said “Timmy boy will not like it”.

“Who is that?” I curiously asked while juggling the fucking lemons in my arms.

“Clement Ray or just Clem. He’s from up north- he’s here on an exchange program for rugby only for 2 months”, Roaster tells and making googly eyes at me… I kick his left leg and turn away from him, “shut up Roaster, don’t make something out of nothing”.

I laughed as he falls on the ground, massaging his aching leg, looking pissed at me, so I helped him up and said sorry or else Timothy will be mad at me as their on-season trainings start tomorrow.

Roaster argued with me as we walk to where Timothy and Clem are standing with the other douchebags (they’re really cool but I don’t they just annoy me lol). “Tubbie, this is Clem he’s from up-north and is helping you to sell the lemonade”

“What? Where are you going?” I demanded an immediate answer.

“Relax it, I’ll be behind you cutting the lemons and I have to run by Roaster and help him with his skewers”, calming my nerves because I will go off at him if he leaves me alone with Clement.

“G, I’m not unpleasant to be with Tubbie”, Clement jokingly said as he takes 3 bags of lemons from my hand.

We set up the lemonade stand that Timothy spent the whole Saturday building this cart and painted it bright lemon. Clement attached the sign he and the other boys made the night before, placed a blue picnic cover over the bench and a tulip bouquet to finish off that Leilani, Roaster’s soft and gorgeous twin sister put together. She has had the biggest crush on Timothy since he came according to Roaster and they went on a date but unfortunately, Timothy’s mind set is set on school, rugby and surfacing.

“Tubbie, do you want to go chill at Roaster’s booth? Swap?” She eagerly persuades me to leave so she can be closer to Timothy. I stood up but Timothy pulled me towards him and gave me the other knife to cut the other lemons. For fuck sakes, so these shit heads want to play hide and go seek and I have to cut lemons for it?

“Stay with me”, he softly said under his breath to not hurt Leilani’s feelings.

“Why don’t you just tell her? Don’t lead her on it’s so shitty”, as I sliced a huge lemon into 6 thin slices-

“I tried but Roaster asked me to hold on until her exams are finished”, -

“And you have to act weird till then? That’s fucking stupid”, I scrunch my face at him.

“I know, but Roaster’s my boy and it’s okay because you’ll be my formal date”, he giggles.

“Umm Bitch, since when?” I glare at him in annoyance,

“Tubbie, be nice. And plus, who else did you think I was going to go with?” he softly asks,

“Your boys? The fuck?”, giving attitude and then I calmed it back down when I saw his blank face. Timothy doesn’t swear that much but when he does it’s never to anyone but himself.

“But of course, I’ll go with you. I heard last year, they had a shrimp tower, tropical cool aid and sushi”, smiling with guilt for being a bitch to him. He wipes my cheek with his cold hands and fixed my glasses properly back to place.

“You’re so cute when you’re not moody”, he gazes at me with the most genuine look, he was about to say something else but- “Tubbie could you help Clement with your cash box?”, Leilani intercepts. I nod and leave and gives her the knife to slice the last patch of lemons.

“Did I ruin your moment?” Clement slides the cash box over grinning cheekily.

“Huh?” asking to re-confirm what he was trying to say,

“You and Timmy boy”, he repeats

“Oh, my days, noooooo… Me and Timothy are best friends, only”, I sternly tell him.

The thing is I developed feelings for him over the years… He’s everything I want in a guy. But he was my best friend and I never had the stomach to tell him… I don’t think I ever will. So, I made a choice, to keep him forever in my life as my best friend.

“So does that mean I can ask you to be my date for the formal?” he leans over and pick a leaf from my hair.

“Bro, I’m going with Timothy and if he weren’t him, I wouldn’t bother”,

“Hmmm, let’s see how long you can hold it in Tubbie bubs”, he winked and took the cash box from my hands and starts organizing the notes and coins in it. I turn around to see how the other are doing with their lemonade preps, Timothy and Leilani seemed like they are enjoying themselves and what a relief that was because I don’t like it when he feels uncomfortable.

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