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rudrjobdesk · 2 years

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टीम इंडिया के खिलाड़ी फिर करेंगे आराम, इस सीरीज से मिलेगा रेस्ट

Image Source : GETTY IMAGES Rohit Sharma and Rishabh Pant Highlights भारत और इंग्लैंड के बीच सात जुलाई से शुरू होगी टी20 सीरीज 17 जुलाई को खेला जाएगा इंग्लैंंड के साथ आखिरी वन डे मैच इसके बाद टीम इंडिया जाएगी वेस्टइंडीज के लंबे दौरे पर Team India : भारत और इंग्लैंड के बीच खेला जा रहा टेस्ट मैच खत्म हो गया है। टीम इंडिया को सात विकेट से हार मिली है। हालांकि भारतीय टीम का इंग्लैंड दौरा अभी चलता…

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ohnotom · 1 year

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My full-time WFH era may actually be coming to an end 😭

It's been a beaut 3 and a bit years 🫡

#rest of my team is in India so idk how being in an office in England will be a benefit 🤷

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rangpurcity · 11 months

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Hardik Pandya will get rest then who will be the captain of Team India in Ireland, the name of the player who has scored 3 centuries can be stamped

Hardik Pandya will get rest then who will be the captain of Team India in Ireland, the name of the player who has scored 3 centuries can be stamped 02 The Indian team will play three ODIs and five T20 matches against the West Indies in West Indies and America from July 27 to August 13. India has to play three T20 matches (18, 20 and 23 August) in Ireland within five days. Before the World Cup,…

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littleeyesofpallas · 3 months

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So, with the new legends there's a neat way we can take a guess at some of the time frame. Although it's largely aesthetic and hard to gauge the intended historical parallels of, the not-Eiffel Tower at the center of the city could presumably have been completed in the late 1880s like the real thing. Interestingly that places it pretty concurrent to the construction of the Hokkaido Government building in the 1870s that served as the basis of the Galaxy Team HQ in the first Legends game.

But with the keywords being "urban redevelopment" the setting could only possibly be Haussman's renovation of Paris that took place from the 1850s-1920s. So given that the tower is already standing, that places Legends Z-A between 1889 and 1927.

And I doubt it would play into the setting of a Pokemon game but I think it's neat that it would mean taking place firmly in the 3rd French Republic, as that's not typically the most romanticized period of French history. (Kind of shocking given just how much Japanese pop culture loves to fixate on the Ancien Regime and Rococco architecture.) It's right at the height of the French Colonial empire and their rivalry with the British... Even if they don't address the history directly, certainly not the darker bits, I wonder if we'll see an ancestor of Rose* and some mention of Kalos and Galar's relation as a hint at the Pokemon world's equivalent of India. (Elephant, what elephant...)

*put a pin in that... Well come back to Rose later...

Also I know a lot of the stupid "leaks" that were just running with any/every rumor they could find had been talking about Celebi, despite there being no signs of it in the direct, but it's possible that the Z-A title and the fadethru of the sort of sci-fi looking city diagram into a pencil and parchment one is indicating going back in time --backwards, from Z to A, end to start.

and just so long as I'm just picking at edges of things...

The unknown are an anagram of, "POKEMON PRESENTS"(oh and the SOEYUE one at the end is just "SEE YOU") and the ""confidential"" stamp on the documents likely reads "Gokuhi" as in gokuhi[極秘]: "Top Secret," but the rest of the text doesn't seem to match either Japanese, French, or English,

Hito to POKEMON no kyouzon o yumemite[人とポケモンの共存を夢見て]: "Dreaming of people and Pokemon's coexistence" Toshisaikaibatsu hassou MIARE CITY[都市再開発発想ミアレシティ]: "Urban Redevelopment Concept Miare City"

The obvious exception being that redacted text is clearly the romanized MIARE from the Japanese MIARE[ミアレ] and the English CITY, which is the Japanese name for what was localized as "Lumiose."

Curiously the word "Pokemon" is very clearly missing from the passage, and also in both cases there are too few "Galarian" characters for how long the phrases are in any actual language.

and finally, given some of the existing examples of handwritten Galarian in SwSh, I'm guessing the text on the big logo is as i've transcribed into the more standard Galar font, although I'm really uncertain about that second one, and a bit iffy about the big "X"s, but the little cyclone O, the V with the underbar, and the E seem certain enough.

Also there's a logo I know I remember seeing that looks like this one but I can't remember where it is or what it's associated with.... It's the logo on the Macro Cosmos power plant. Not Rose's personal logo with the stylized rose, and not the Cosmos business logo with the big star system orbital ring Cs, but the power plant in Hammerlock where you go to fight Eternatus specifically.

It would be really neat if whatever this organization is was tied back to an ancestor of Rose and Peony and the origins of Macro Cosmos somehow.

#pokemon #kalos #pokemon legends #pokemon legends Z-A #pokemeta i guess #pokemon za #pokemon legends za

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charles-leclerizz · 2 months

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Rapid Fire Challenge: Aisha vs. Max

Aisha and Max go head-to-head in a rapid-fire question challenge. With only seconds to answer each question, they'll reveal fun facts, preferences, and more. Who will come out on top?

reading time : 8 mins 15 seconds

word count : 1.6 k [ 1650 words ]

warnings : swearing, lewd and suggestive wording, crack, not proof read

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

" What the fuck are you wearing?" Max looked Aisha up and down, his trademark red bull can clattering into the hollow bin next to him as he watched Aisha run a confused hand down her front before glancing cautiously back up at him.

She arched a brow at him and tugged at her strapless top, " clothes ? "

Max snorted and reached out to poke her slightly exposed mid-driff, " or lack thereof . "

Was the aggravating man wrong? Perhaps not.

In Aisha's opinion, it was a perfectly splendid ensemble. Another one of her brand parter's had generously offered her a two piece outfit, a long, flowing silk skirt that shimmered a classic Porsche silver- paired with a tight cotton, corset top that accentuated her chest with a ruffled middle piece of taffeta.

To others, it may seem over the top.

" You have the same outfit everyday. it's like you're trying to be an NPC ." Aisha plucked at his red-bull jersey with a scrunched up nose, " it's not my fault that brands love to gift me pretty things and you… well . " she fluttered her fingers at his slightly-looser-than-normal tight jeans.

" Hmm .. " he hummed, tempted to flick the stack of dainty, amrapali golden chains that sat delicately on her collarbones, " whatever you say. I'm sure Lando appreciates your outfit . "

" And what's that meant to mean ? "

" - Excuse me ? "

" Just saying - "

" Saying what ? Are you just jealous that I can pull of colours unlike you, who stays about monochromatic as a pair of granny panties . "

" Woah-h-h, big words for miss 'I'm here cause I couldn't get a modeling gig ' "

" - Excuse me ? "

" Oh, just because I have the assets - " she gestured at her breasts and face, "- to do modelling, you're bitter ? don't worry, we can get you a push up bra from Forever 21. You'll fit right in"

" Excuse me ? "

" - What ? "

" We're ready for you, " an onset assistant, who looked too scandalised for her own good, motioned for them to step into the filming room.

They mouthed silent insults and unnecessarily pointed to one another, as they pushed through the inconveniently small door.

" And… we're stuck. this is all your fault max . " aisha hissed, crossing her arms as selflessly as she could muster whilst being pressed chest to chest with an equally uncomfortable Dutchman who propped a palm up- just above the crown of her head on the short doorway.

" my fault ? " he retorted, face growing redder with each second they spent sharing breath, " you're the one with india's remaining crown jewels on her person ."

" well maybe if your entitled ancestors didn - "

" oh shut up, it was the british and you know it . "

Luckily, the assistant had noticed their predicament and rushed over to undo the deadbolt lock to the second door, allowing the two to stumble away from each other.

They had thankfully remained silent as the rest of the filming crew grew more and more entertained with their squabbling, merely following the polite instructions and taking their seats as denoted by the white, masking tape markers stuck onto the plush seats.

" ROLLING "

" Welcome back everyone to a new season of formula 1 ! " the chirpy interview babbled to the largest camera before turning to the drivers who sat in line with her, watching her neutrally as they both accepted small, clip on microphones.

" Today we have … " she trailed off, giggling at Aisha who struggled to slip on the clasp of the tech in her hand, the plastic mechanism clacking obnoxiously at each failed attempt.

" Max, from our very own red bull garage ," she turned to max, who was already set himself up and was now sitting straighter in his tufted, indigo seat. He waved at the camera and politely smiled.

The interviewer glanced at Aisha as she victoriously gasped and raised her hands happily when the microphone stayed put, tucked between her skin and top, " … and aisha, rookie of the season down from porsche . "

Aisha waved at the camera, a serene smile playing on her lips.

" We're here to play a quick fire round of questions with the grids current champion , " she gestured to max, " and this years fresh meat . " she pointed her stack of cards at aisha.

" I'll be asking you both questions about each other, and whoever guesses correctly the fastest, will win a point . it's all about testing if your racing chemistry translates to real-life friendship ! "

" What friendship ? " max deadpanned, fiddling with his fingers.

" Can we do this one thing without you letting people know you hate me ? or is it too hard for the 3X world champion to multi-task ? "

The interviewer's eyes ping-ponged between them before her grin became artificially wider and she screeched a shrill, " Let's begin ! "

" alright max, what is aisha's favourite track to race ? "

the driver jumped at his name and the camera lens zoomed into his determined expression as he glanced between aisha's anticipatory face and the air, as if he were begging the particles for the answer.

" one second "

" she's said this before.. " he tried, clapping his hands nervously.

" i have, " aisha shrugged, egging him on.

" it was one of those times where she wouldn't shut up. "

" two seconds "

" come on max, it's so easy, i've raced there in f2 as well ... "

" yeah- cause i had the f2 races on while i was training, "

" three seconds "

" wow you're bad at this, " aisha huffed out, landing back against her chair with a relaxed flop.

max bounced his knee, forcibly shutting his eyes and harshly pressing his fingers into them as he pieced together his answer, " it's... shit... is it ?.. suzuka ? "

"- oh for fuck sake ! "

" - you are correct ! one point to max "

CURRENT SCORE : 0 - 1

" okay, aisha, If max could race in any era of Formula 1, past or present, which one would she choose ? "

" how come i get the piss hard one ? "

" cause you'll never actually get hard otherwise.." max mumbled.

" oh fuck off. "

" language guys, our editors aren't paid enough to censor all of this ."

aisha hooked her ankles together before leaning forward and hummed thoughtfully, " maybe... i don't think he's even mentioned this..." she plucked at her dangling earring as she continued to oscillate in recollection.

he shrugged, " i don't think i have actually."

" one second "

" wait... wait..." aisha hurried out, holding her palm out, " i have to choose wether he's too egotistical for my geuss.."

" oh please, " max sassed, " take your time, i'm sure my ego has alot to dissect. "

aisha scrunched up her face sourly, " yeah it does- like your unsolved daddy issues. "

" always the daddy issues ." he threw his hands up, " atleast be creative."

" two seconds "

" okay okay, hmmm, the 2021 season ? " aisha screwed her eyes shut, just incase she was wrong, " he would love to relive his first WDC . "

" that is..." the interviewer patted her legs quickly, continously creating a monotonous beating sound, " correct ! point to aisha . "

CURRENT SCORE : 1 - 1

" last one for max, if he gets this one, he wins, if not, then aisha gets a chance . "

max nodded determinedly, his mouth set in a hard line, "ready."

" wow, okay, " the interviewer gawked at his statue-like intensity, " uhm, what is aisha's pre-race ritual . "

aisha kicked her chin up, ready to watch max blubber over his last question, nobody knows her pre-race ritual, she was diligent enough to keep it hidden.

" so, i know she calls her parents around.. an hour before the race, " he paused mid-way to grin like a cheshire at her increasingly suspicious look, " and, i also know she has a playlist she listens to, mostly hozier.. but, without fail she.." max snaps his fingers, the final peice flickering to life like a broken tube light, "... she always.. can i say this ? "

aisha's face popped, cheeks flushing dangerously quickly, " can he ? "

" i.." the interviewer looked out the small tech crowd behind the camera who all gave her the same, confused shrug, ushering her to continue, " i assume so."

" she always wears.. ehm.. a pair of white underwear ." he mumbles the last phrase, avoiding eye-contact with anyone within the room whilst scratching the back of his neck.

" max ! " aisha smacked his shoulder in outrage, "wha- i mean why- but how ? " she spat out, her words merging within eachother until they tumbled out in an unintelligble spew.

" we didn't get that, she wears what ? "

" white.. undergarments, " max hesitantly answered.

the interviewer blinked a few times before gulping heavily and clearing her throat, " well thats a gross violation ! but let's just gloss over that. "

CURRENT SCORE : 1 - 2

" and for the sake of not continuing this hell-game, max is the winner. congratulations. " she clapped her hand gently against her queue cards.

"yeah.. well done.. bro " aisha muttered, dissociating from her surroundings to protect herself from further embarrassment that may just allow her already erratic heart to jump out of her ribcage.

" i don't feel like a winner," max joined her monotone lilt, eyes wide and wet, maintaing an unwwavering stare at the white wall that stood proud behind the myriad of wires.

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welldonekhushi · 4 months

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Yes, today is the Captain's birthday. He has finally grown a year older <3 (even if he didn't tell anyone his original and true age)

During the events of @revnah1406's Operation Kingslayer, the team decided to celebrate the Captain on his birthday by surprising him in his office. As the Captain could open the door, the crew wished him a very happy birthday but shut the door out of amusement 🤣

It's not that he doesn't like to celebrate birthdays, but he thought it would be a very normal day, since he thinks he only grew a year older and nothing more. And seeing the rest of the Kingslayers celebrating his birthday was an actual surprise to him. But guess what? He finally celebrates with them together! 🥹

Ahem.. he even got a secret letter from Kavya back from India, receiving a wish from her too *sniff*

So, wishing our Captain Arjun a very happy birthday with a prosperous future! 💝

The OC's in this art belong to my very beloved mutuals mentioned down below!

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez — @alypink

Damien "Damo" Whitlock — @kaitaiga

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton — @revnah1406

Annabelle "Anna" Katherine Delgado Pham — @applbottmjeens

Charlotte "Jade" La Jardin — @sleepyconfusedpotato

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zapreportsblog · 11 months

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Moves Like Jagger

➥ summary: when in need of an distraction (y/n) is your gal

➥ a/n: this was requested by @alathan13 once again I deeeply appreciate your request, they explained it to me in detail in my messages/inbox and I’m happy to comply and get this out there for you. The name of this story is based off the song and was actually the first thing that came to mind for me when writing this

➥ spider gang x reader

The sun was just beginning to set over as Miguel O'Hara, the leader of a highly skilled and diverse team, stood in his office, contemplating the imminent mission that had been brought to his attention. He knew it was not a task to be taken lightly, and assembling the perfect team was crucial. Each member had unique talents, and he believed their combined skills would work harmoniously for this mission.

Miguel took a deep breath, picking up his communicator and sending out the call to action. First on his list was (y/n), the woman with an uncanny ability to adapt to any situation and a remarkable talent for understanding and connecting with people. As the communicator buzzed, (y/n) picked up and greeted Miguel with enthusiasm.

"Hey, Miguel! What's up?" (y/n) asked cheerfully.

"Hey, (y/n)," Miguel replied. "I need you to come to my office. We have a mission that I think your talents would be perfect for."

Intrigued by the promise of a new challenge, (y/n) agreed without hesitation. She quickly made her way to Miguel's office, a sense of anticipation building with each step.

Next on the list was Miles Morales, a skilled and resourceful young man with incredible agility and the ability to blend into the shadows with ease. He answered the call, and Miguel extended the invitation for him to join the mission.

"Miles, we have a mission that requires your stealth and quick thinking," Miguel explained. "I need you here."

Miles was eager to accept, knowing that his abilities would be put to good use. He swung through the city's skyline using his Spider-Man powers, arriving at Miguel's office in no time.

Miguel's next call was to Gwen Stacy, also known as Spider-Woman or Ghost Spider to some. With her impressive acrobatic skills and scientific genius, she was a valuable asset to the team. When Gwen received Miguel's call, she immediately agreed to join the mission.

"Pavitr Prabhakar, I need your help as well," Miguel said when the next call connected. Pavitr, also known as Spider-Man India, was a skilled fighter and had the ability to harness the power of a mystical amulet. He gladly accepted the mission and prepared to join the others.

Finally, Miguel called Hobie Brown, also known as Spider-Man or Spider Punk to some. Hobie was an expert in stealth and technology, making him a vital member of the team. Hobie was ready for action and was eager to contribute his skills to the mission.

With the team assembled, they all arrived at Miguel's office, their faces filled with determination and readiness. Miguel wasted no time and began explaining the mission.

"Thank you all for coming," Miguel began. "We have a situation that requires all of your unique abilities. A dangerous criminal organization has obtained a highly advanced piece of technology that could wreak havoc on the city. Our mission is to infiltrate their hideout, neutralize the threat, and retrieve the technology."

As Miguel laid out the plan, he highlighted how each member's special talents would be crucial for the success of the mission. He emphasized (y/n)'s ability to gather valuable intel, Miles' agility for reconnaissance, Gwen's scientific expertise to handle the technology, Pavitr's combat skills for confrontation, and Hobie's knowledge of stealth and technology to disable security systems.

Each member nodded in understanding, fully aware of the gravity of the mission and the responsibility that rested on their shoulders. Their unwavering commitment to protecting the city and its inhabitants fueled their determination to succeed.

Miguel concluded, "This won't be easy, and it won't be without risks. But I believe in each and every one of you. Together, we can take down this organization and keep our city safe."

With newfound determination in their hearts, the team prepared for the mission ahead. They knew that this mission would test their limits, but they also knew that their bond as a team and their unique talents would give them the edge they needed to prevail.

As they headed out into the night, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. They were not just a team; they were a family, united by their commitment to protect the city they loved. Their journey had just begun, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together, they were unstoppable.

•••

Inside the dimly lit building, the team found themselves facing a group of guards standing watch near a heavily secured door. Gwen assessed the situation with a furrowed brow, knowing they needed a distraction to get past the guards without alerting others inside.

"We need to get past those guards without raising awareness to the others that may be inside," Gwen said, her mind working quickly to devise a plan.

Miles nodded in agreement. "So basically, someone needs to distract them," he added.

Pavitr hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Well, it can't be me."

"Why not?" Gwen asked, placing a hand on her hip.

Hobie chimed in with a smirk, "Cause those bloody guards are men, and in case you haven't noticed it, love, so are us three.... That leaves you and (y/n)."

Gwen turned to (y/n) with a knowing look, and a determined glint appeared in (y/n)'s eyes. "Oh hell yeah, I've been waiting for this," she said with a confident grin.

Gwen nodded in approval. "Alright, (y/n), you're up. Time to work your magic."

The plan was set, and the team positioned themselves strategically, preparing to execute their diversion. Miles, Gwen, and Hobie took cover, blending into the shadows while keeping a close eye on the guards. Meanwhile, (y/n) took a deep breath, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

Moving with grace and confidence, (y/n) sauntered out into the open, catching the guards' attention. Her confident demeanor drew their focus away from the others, and they turned their gaze towards her, intrigued by the sudden appearance of an unexpected guest.

"Hey there, handsome," (y/n) purred, putting on an enchanting smile as she approached the guards.

Miles watched in awe as (y/n) effortlessly captivated the guards with her charm. Gwen and Hobie exchanged impressed glances, realizing they had made the right choice. (y/n)'s ability to connect with people and disarm them with her charisma was truly remarkable.

As (y/n) engaged the guards in conversation, she skillfully weaved her way through the questions they threw her way. While she had their full attention, Miles, Gwen, and Hobie quietly moved past, making their way closer to the heavily guarded door.

Gwen skillfully disabled the security system with her scientific expertise, while Hobie kept an eye out for any unexpected threats that might be lurking nearby. Meanwhile, Miles used his stealth to scout the area for any additional guards that might pose a risk.

(y/n) continued to hold the guards' attention, making light conversation as she skillfully steered them away from the entrance. Her wit and charm kept them captivated, and she didn't miss a beat, subtly leading them further from the team's location.

All was well, up until Hobie accidentally knocked something over. “Oops”

As Hobie accidentally knocked over a loose metal crate while trying to maintain his balance, the loud clatter echoed through the otherwise silent corridor. The guards' eyes shot towards the source of the noise, and their suspicions were immediately aroused. They had been trained to be alert and vigilant, and the sudden noise was enough to trigger their instincts.

Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr quickly took cover, preparing for a confrontation. However, (y/n) remained unfazed, as if the unexpected turn of events had simply become part of the choreography. Her heart raced with adrenaline, the thrill of the impending challenge fueling her spirit.

As the guards rushed towards the team, (y/n) sprang into action, moving with a fluid grace that was almost hypnotic. She twisted and swayed like a tango dancer, her movements calculated yet mesmerizing, effortlessly evading the guards' advances.

With a swift and elegant spin, she ducked under the first guard's attempted punch, her body twisting gracefully as she slid behind him. Before he could react, (y/n) delivered a swift and precise kick to the back of his knee, causing him to buckle and collapse to the ground.

“Oh my god!” Pavitr says watching (y/n)’s every move. “Oh my god she’s doing the thing!”

“What thing?” miles asks.

“That thing from that movie! You know the fight scene thing! She’s fighting those guards and dancing!”

Her every movement was like a dance, each step flowing seamlessly into the next. As the second guard lunged towards her, (y/n) stepped to the side, seamlessly guiding his momentum to miss her entirely. Her movements were as fluid as the steps of a tango, each one calculated and harmoniously connected.

In one swift motion, she reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, twisting it behind his back with such precision that he could do nothing but follow her lead. The two moved in perfect synchronization, their bodies dancing in harmony with the rhythm of the fight.

As the dance of combat continued, (y/n) used her agility to her advantage, effortlessly evading the guard's strikes and retaliating with her own well-timed moves. Every punch and kick were executed with the grace and precision of a dancer, leaving the guard bewildered and off-balance.

With a final flourish, (y/n) sent the guard spinning away, leaving him sprawled on the ground, disarmed and defeated. She stood tall, her chest heaving with adrenaline, a triumphant smile on her lips.

“Yessssss Queen!” Pavitr screams out jumping up and down in excitement only to be stopped and hit on the shoulder by Hobie.

“Sorry,” he whispers having noticed just how loud he was being.

The team watched in awe, realizing they were witnessing something extraordinary. (y/n)'s unique fighting style was a breathtaking display of skill and artistry, blending the grace of a dancer with the precision of a master martial artist.

As the echoes of the fight dance scene subsided, (y/n) turned to her teammates, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Shall we keep going?" she asked, her voice laced with confidence.

Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr exchanged glances, reinvigorated by (y/n)'s energy. Together, they stood ready to face any challenge that lay ahead, knowing that with their collective talents and (y/n)'s extraordinary dance of combat, they were an unstoppable force.

With renewed determination, the team pressed on, knowing that the mission was far from over. But in that moment, they felt a deeper connection than ever before, united not only by their shared purpose but also by the unique bond they had forged through the artistry of their fight dance scene.

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miercoooles · 1 year

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Didn’t Know You Had That In You

Summary: After a tiring qualifying race, you return to the pit and overheard your co-drivers talk about whether or not they would date you.

Pairing: Sergio ‘Checo’ Perez x Fem Leclerc Driver!Reader, Charles Leclerc x Sister!Reader, Sebastian Vettel x Platonic!Reader, F1 drivers x Leclerc Driver!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: a lot of time skips, use of y/n, mutual pining, teasing, English isn’t my first language (so advance apologies for the terrible writing again)

A/N: I don’t see enough Checo fics so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Also this is entirely fiction, I remember what happened during the races 2014 - onwards in F1, but for the sake of the story I had to change it (please don’t come after me).

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

You first joined F1 as a reserved driver for McLaren Mercedes the moment you turned 20, and it was like a dream come true. Although it was difficult for you to adjust at first as it was a male-dominated sport, you managed to quickly hit it off with Jenson Button and Kevin Magnussen who are the main drivers for your team. And after months of being in the 2014 season, you were introduced by your teammates to the rest of the paddock and even became friends with some of them. So it was safe for you to say that you are already part of the F1 family.

Soon came your first ever race in Silverstone. Finishing fourth in the race, news broke out and spread like wildfire headlining that you are one of the few and currently the only female driver in Formula One, and since then you have received lots of sexist and misogynistic comments that made you feel uncomfortable and made you think twice about the career path you have chosen.

Shortly after that, you began detaching yourself from your crew and the entire F1. But when you thought no one cared that you were distancing yourself because no one approached you, you felt heartbroken. And if they did care enough to notice, no one ever brought anything up which hurt you more. That was until the Force India driver Sergio Perez, who you have gotten to meet once or twice within the four months you’ve been in F1, confronted you about your sudden change of attitude.

You were shocked at first that he was the first one who brought it up considering you weren’t really close with him, but that small gesture was enough to make your heart flutter. “Hey what’s up? You’ve been separating yourself away from us recently.”, he asked, his English broken as his thick Mexican accent became prominent and his eyes filled with concern.

You looked away, biting your lower lip as you tried to hold in the sob you have been carrying for weeks now. When the Force India driver sensed that you were close to tears, he pulled you close into his arms, embracing you tightly as he comforted you. “It’s alright, you can let it out.” He whispered into your ears as he caressed your back with one of his hands, while the other softly cradled your head.

When you felt his warmth surround you, you let everything out quietly as he held you close to his body. Your body quivered as you cried and nuzzled closer to him while he stayed there, whispering soothing words in your ear. You stayed there for a few moments before pulling away from him and thanking him quietly before leaving him there standing.

After that encounter with Sergio, you did your best to avoid the Hispanic around the paddock and pit, but you started interacting with the rest of the drivers again. You have been seen mostly hanging around your teammates and sometimes with the German Red Bull driver Sebastian Vettel.

In your unbiased (totally) opinion, Sebastian was the most down to earth driver you have ever met. He’s sweet, funny, caring, and just utterly wholesome. You first started talking during the German Grand Prix, it was mostly formal and just him trying to get to know you. But by the end of the 2014 season, you both became best friends and completely inseparable that other racers thought you two were dating to the point that they would tease you whenever you two are together. Although you have both established that your relationship with each other is purely platonic.

A thing about Sebastian is that his love language was physical touch, so he’d show affection by wrapping his arms around your shoulder, holding your hand, kissing your forehead, and crushing you with his hugs (which you love so dearly). He would obviously do the same to others, but with you it was different. He was definitely clingier to you and more overprotective of you than the rest. And if comfort was a person, it would be Seb for you.

When the 2015 race season came and you replaced Kevin Magnussen as one of the main drivers for McLaren when he announced his retirement while Sebastian moved to Ferrari along with Kimi Räikkönen. Although it was known that Kimi was the Iceman of Formula One, you somehow managed to make your way through his heart and melt his cold exterior. Thus the three of you are always seen hanging around one another and earning the nickname ‘The Paddock Princess and her Ferrari Princes’.

And despite the fact that you found your platonic soulmates amidst the crazy and busy environment of the paddock, you still constantly longed for someone. Someone who you see every race, who you battle with during races. And you usually found yourself thinking of the day he comforted you when no one would, his touch and words haunting you.

Today was one of those days where your heart ached to be hugged by him and be around him once more. When Seb found you in the McLaren garage, your eyebrows furrowed as you chewed your bottom lip while zoning out, he knew that something was bothering you.

He sat beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder, looking at you through his eyelash as he spoke. “What’s got you deep in thought?” Though he had an idea of what you were thinking of, he just asked for confirmation and to check if you were alright.

His question drew you back to reality. You blinked a few times before turning to look at him, quirking a brow at him. “When did you get here?”

“Just a minute ago. You didn’t answer my question though.” Seb replied nonchalantly.

“Sorry, I zoned out. What was your question again?”

“I asked what’s gotten you deep in thought.”, he repeated once more, his eyes not leaving yours.

Sebastian knew about your first meeting with Sergio, he also knew that you had been pining on him ever since. So when you told him about what was bothering you, he just smiled and gave you a side hug, patting your shoulder. “It’s alright, liebling. I know how much you miss him even though you still feel guilty about leaving him.”

You smiled despondently, knowing you won’t have a chance with him after making a horrible first impression while he tried comforting you. And Seb being your best friend who doesn’t like seeing you sad, he had to think of something that would reunite you to your crush. And so he went to consult with his teammate on what they could do to help you overcome your shyness with your crush.

A few days have passed since you have had your conversation with Sebastian, and you have noticed that he became weird towards you like he had something mischievous planned out for you. You shrugged it out thinking he’s just being his cheeky self to cheer you up.

However, today was different. You won your first ever pole position in your whole career. It was an achievement not just for you, but for your whole team. As you got yourself out of the car and finished your post race requirements, you ran to your team who hugged you from the barrier and patted your helmet as they cheered and congratulated you. You pulled away from them, returning to your car as you removed your helmet and gloves. But before you could even start, you were trapped in a bear hug by none other than your best friend, Sebastian, who had ended up in third.

“Congratulations, liebling! Your first ever pole, how do you feel?” He interrogated excitedly, pulling away from the hug. You chuckled at his excitement for you which resulted in him looking at you confused.

“Did I say something funny?” He asked, looking lost, and you shook your head. “No, it’s just… Shouldn’t that be the interviewer’s job to ask me how I feel?” You answered, pointing to the interviewer as they prepared.

“Yes, but I’m your best friend.” He responded, standing proudly at his statement. “ And as your best friend, it is my duty to ask you first! Shouldn’t you be more excited than what you’re giving me now? Are you disappointed? Nervous? Do you feel well?” He continued, shaking your body and bombarding you with questions to which you dismissed as you removed your helmet.

“I’m okay, Basti. Stop worrying too much.”, you assured, patting his shoulder. He gave you a perplexed look before nodding slowly, unconvinced of your answer.

There was a short period of comfortable silence between the two of you as you watched him remove his gears. “Be careful, I might melt if you keep watching me like that.” The German driver teased, making you scoff and roll your eyes as you mouthed the word ‘cocky’.

He chuckled at your attitude before he saw a certain someone behind you, removing his gears too. “Look who got P2.”, Seb whispered, gesturing behind you. You subtly looked over your shoulders to see the man you were infatuated with, run his hand through his fluffy brown hair which made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Sebastian laughed at your face when he saw your cheeks and nose dusted with a light tint of pink as your close friend knew the effect the Force India driver had on you. And so he and the Iceman devised a plan that would make the two of you talk again.

When the third placer finished his post interview, Checo made his way to the interviewer, giving Sebastian a fist bump on the way. As the Ferrari driver made his way to you, he saw you observing Sergio intently as he talked to the interviewer, your green orbs swirling with longing and affection for him, that was not easily noticed by anyone who did not know you. But Seb smirked as he watched your unsaid feelings for the Hispanic driver unfold through your eyes.

When the Mexican concluded his interview, Seb knew it was time for his plan to be put into action. So as you made your way to the interviewer, Seb stretched out his leg making you trip on his foot. But before your face planted to the ground, the Hispanic caught you in his arms.

He helped you up and asked if you were okay. You did not hear him and looked at him quietly as your brain tried to process what just happened, your cheeks turning into a deep shade of red from embarrassment. You heard Sebastian’s laugh from behind and you snapped your neck to look at him, giving him a scowl.

“Are you hurt?” A soft voice asked you once more. You turned around to see your crush looking back at you already, his eyes filling with concern as he scanned you to see if you were scathed. You shook your head softly in response. “I’m unharmed.” You replied, beaming a smile at him. “Thank you for… uhm… For catching me.” You continued, blushing as your hand made its way to your nape, rubbing it as you tried to hide your embarrassment.

“No problem.” He answered, laughing. Checo found your current situation adorable as your cheeks tinted with the shade of red. “I’m glad you're okay. And congrats on your first pole, yeah? You were amazing out there.” He complimented, grinning brightly at you as he patted your back.

You felt your cheeks heat up once more from his words before giving him a small thanks. When he left, you made your way to the interviewer and answered their question. Once it was done, the three of you took a photo, you sandwiched between the two men. You looked up to see Checo staring at you before looking at the camera and smiling.

Finishing the photo op, you and Sebastian left together, bidding your farewell to Checo. And once you were far enough from their sight, you smacked the back of his head a wee bit too hard. “Ow! What was that for?” He asked, scrunching his eyebrows while rubbing the area you hit as he followed you to the Ferrari garage.

“You idiot! You think I don’t know that you tripped me on purpose? That was so embarrassing. How am I supposed to make up for that?” You exclaimed, pacing back and forth, not even bothered by the looks the Ferrari engineers are giving you as you worry that your second impression was even more embarrassing than the first one.

Kimi leaned against the wall and drank water, watching everything with amusement as he saw you panic about whatever it was that was happening. Seb only laughed before placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from moving. “How about you take him out for dinner?” He suggested, grinning slyly. Your eyes widened at his proposition, shaking your head before smacking him once more.

“No way in hell am I going to do that. I already embarrassed myself in front of him twice. What if he rejects me? What if he starts laughing at me? Kimi, please help me stop him from spewing out more stupid ideas?” You turned to the Finnish as his teammate won’t stop pestering you.

Kimi cracked a faint smile as he saw your distressed state, walking to you before hugging you, “You worry too much you know? If he does reject you, at least you tried. Is that not what matters?” He comforted you, trying to assure you while he caressed your back. You silently thought of what he said before pulling away and nodding.

“Whose side are you really on, Kimi? But you’re right.”

“When were my ideas ever wrong?” Vettel interjected, smirking.

“Don’t push it, Vettel. If it wasn’t for you, I would not be in this situation in the first place.” You threatened, jabbing his chest with your finger and the Ferrari drivers just chuckled.

“Go, liebling. Ask your Prince Charming out.” Sebastian teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Kimi whistled, encouraging you more.

“By the way, congratulations on your first pole, kiddo! I knew you could do it.” You heard Kimi yell as you walked away from them. You turned around and smiled at Kimi, making a heart with your hands before going on your way to find the Mexican driver.

Searching every garage in the paddock, you found him sitting outside the Force India tent, drinking water. You stood in front of his team’s tent as you thought of ways on how you could approach him, not seeing that he was already looking at you.

When you stopped in your tracks in front of your crush’s tent, he immediately noticed your presence. He crossed his legs over the other, tilting his head and smiling softly, as he watched you stand over at the entrance pondering over something.

When he first met you, he was enamoured by you. Not because of your looks but because of your determination and dedication. He knew how it was incredibly hard for women to enter a male-dominated sport that was rising into fame. But when he saw you, something about you just immediately wanted him to be closer to you.

There was something about you and the way you carried yourself with elegance even when you are surrounded by males who are always at each other’s throat. The way you made everyone comfortable and laughing after the race. So when he saw you disconnecting yourself from the rest of the paddock, he knew he had to do something. He was usually a quiet and reserved type of guy, but to you, it was different, he only wanted to preserve your smile that never fails to pull his heart strings.

On the day he confronted you, never in his wildest dream he thought he’d be bold and courageous enough to pull you close as he let you cry in his arms nor did he ever expect to be in such propinquity with you, not that he was complaining. He caressed your back, guiding you to lean on his body, steadying you.

Not being able to stop himself, he placed a small and soft kiss on your temple, his lips brushing your forehead lightly before whispering comforting words into your ear. He felt you stiffen and he thought he overstepped his boundaries that you were going to run away. But he smiled as you relaxed into his arms once more as you recovered from your crying.

The moment you pulled away, silently thanking him before leaving him standing there, he wanted nothing more than to chase after you, but his fear of crossing your limits made his legs won’t budge.

After that small but meaningful interaction, his heart constantly searched and yearned for you. He would find himself walking around the paddock, looking for you. And when he did see you, you were often hanging around with your teammate Jenson or with the Ferrari drivers, Kimi and Sebastian, mostly the latter. Though Sergio won’t admit it out loud, he would always feel a twinge of jealousy in his chest whenever he sees Sebastian’s close proximity to you as he wished it was him in the German’s place.

So when he saw you right now standing in front of Force India’s tent, he grinned, feeling butterflies in his stomach. He placed his cup on the table beside his chair before standing up and striding towards you.

“Hola, what brings you to enemy ground?” The Mexican started with a teasing tone.

You hadn’t noticed that you had been spacing out until you heard and saw Checo in front of you. Your cheeks turned into a light shade of red due to embarrassment from zoning out, resulting in a chuckle from him.

“Hi! Uhh…” You trailed off, looking away as you turned shy in his presence. He hummed, signalling you to go on and tell him what you were meant to say.

“I wanted to ask if you would like to have coffee with me? Just a little thank you for all the trouble you’ve gone through because of me.”

There was a deafening stillness that came after your question. If it was possible for your face to turn any more red, it was definitely right now. You wished and prayed for the ground to swallow you alive as the silence prolonged every minute.

Hesitating to look up, you saw Checo’s face that was taken aback.

“You don’t have to, I was just thinking of returning the favour.” You followed up, running your hand through your post race hair, feeling more nervous than ever.

As he gave you no answer, you turned your back and slowly walked away from him, disappointed. Checo recovered from his shock as soon as he saw you starting to walk away. And not wanting to lose another chance with you, he grabbed your wrist, halting you from your movement, and spinning you around to look at him.

“I would love that.”, he responded, smiling in relief.

“But I’m not sure your boyfriend would like that.” He continued, gesturing at your best friend who had been watching the entire thing.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at what the Mexican was saying then looking behind you and to see Sebastian, grinning widely and completely amused at your situation. You threw daggers in his way before turning back to the person in front of you, your nervousness washing off as you finally understood.

“Basti? My boyfriend?” You asked, chuckling as if the idea of you dating your best friend was ridiculous. When you saw Checo’s straight and confused expression, you giggled before turning serious.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Checo. If anything, he’s my platonic soulmate and my brother from another mother.” You explained, suppressing a smile at the thought of Sergio being jealous of Sebastian.

He nodded at your clarification, his body relaxing. “Okay then, I would most definitely be up for coffee with you. It would finally be nice to finally have an encounter with you that doesn’t involve you getting hurt first.”

As years went by and when 2018 came, the drivers you bonded with left one by one until the only ones you were close with was Sebastian, Kimi, and Checo. Your old teammate Kevin Magnussen returned to drive for Haas, while you continued your contract with McLaren.

But still being the only current female driver in F1, the sexist comments followed you around. And adding fuel to the fire, your younger brother, Charles, joining Sauber Ferrari for Formula One sparked a lot of judgement from others especially when they found out that you were related to one another. Though it made life in and out the race more enduring, you did not mind as the thought of you racing against your own brother was more thrilling.

Presently, you are holding a contract with Ferrari alongside your brother for the 2023 season and you are currently preparing for the Miami qualifying race.

If you had to be honest, you are completely terrified of today’s qualifying since the practice races went terribly for you, not that you expected anything better. But at the same time, you were excited because your brother managed to stay on top despite the issues with the track.

When you finished preparing, you stopped over Charles’ garage and wished him good luck, hugging him and ruffling his hair. He grumbled and groaned about his hair being hard to fix but nonetheless smiled at you before embracing you once more.

You made your way to your car, getting in and putting your gloves and your steering wheel in their proper places. Prior to that, you said your little prayer, sighing softly that nothing bad would happen.

As the race started, everything went smoothly until the last lap when Charles had an accident, crashing into the barriers. And although you wanted to stop the race and run to him to check if he was okay, you had to finish the race as you were the fourth quickest.

“Is Charles okay?” You radioed to your engineer as you crossed the finish line. When your engineer confirmed that your younger brother is safe, you let out the breath of air you had been holding.

When the race concluded, you made your way to your brother, tackling him to the ground.

“You psycho, you scared me to death.” You reprimanded him, huffing. “But, I’m glad you came out safely.” You proceeded, placing a kiss on his forehead before standing up and helping him up from the ground.

“Sorry, you know how hard it is to control the car when the turns in Miami are wide.” He mumbled, rubbing his nape from embarrassment and you just nodded in understanding.

Soon after the whole qualifying, you had no idea that everyone would be gathering in the Ferrari motorhome. So when you went back to the tent, exhausted and ready to pass out, you were shocked to hear voices from different people as they talked about different things.

You camped outside where the Ferrari is located, sitting on the ground, not wanting to ruin their boys’ get-together as you eavesdropped on them waiting for someone to speak up.

“So, I have a question.” You heard Pierre start. You did not have to see them to know that they all looked at Pierre as they waited for him to continue his thought.

“Would you or would you not date Y/N?”

Even with the silence, you knew that the boys were confused and appalled at the random question they were thrown with. You stifled a laugh, staying as quiet as possible, not wanting to announce your presence.

“Excuse me? What do you mean would you or would you not date my sister when she’s literally my sister? Also, aren't some of you taken already?” Charles complained, his Monegasque accent thick.

“I mean it as a hypothetical question, Leclerc. It’s not like I’m asking them to break up with their current partners and get on with your sister.” Gasly snarked sassily, and you knew that Charles would have rolled his eyes at his best friend.

No one made a noise for a whole minute, worried about what Charles’ reaction would be if they answered honestly.

“Don’t you think she’s a wee bit old for us?” The current youngest driver answered. You silently scoffed at Oscar’s question, wondering how old they thought you were. You were about to barge in when you heard Esteban counter.

“She’s turning twenty-nine as far as I know. Am I right Charles?”

Your brother hummed in agreement with the French, clearly annoyed because of the topic. It made you smile to know that your brother is still overprotective of you even though you were older than him. You unconsciously moved your hands to your necklace, playing with the ring on it as you anticipated for their answers.

“Since no one is answering, let’s do a poll. Raise your hand if you are willing to date Y/N Leclerc.” Pierre announced, impatiently.

A few drivers put their hands up including Carlos, Lewis, George, Zhou, and some others, not that you could see them anyway. When Pierre was satisfied with the amount of hands raised, he continued. “Now whoever won’t date her, raise your hands.”

The rest of the people who did not raise their hand on the first question, lifted their hands up. But there was one person who did not participate in the poll and Pierre noticed it. Pierre told the others that they could put their hands down as he made his way over to the 33 years old Mexican Red Bull driver.

“You have been awfully silent, Prime Minister of Defense.” He taunted. Checo, who looked lost, knitted his eyebrows at the Frenchman who was pressing him for answers.

“He’s married, Pierre. Even if it is just a hypothetical question, he won’t answer that.” Max Verstappen, his teammate, intervened, rolling his eyes in the process.

Max was right when he mentioned that Sergio is married, but no one knew who he was married to because he managed to keep it off the radar, both from his fellow drivers and the media.

At this point, you knew that there was a fight that was about to erupt between the drivers, so you stood up from the ground and dusted your pants before entering and involving yourself.

“What are you doing boys?” You asked, acting clueless like you had not heard that they were talking about you.

Most of them stayed silent, even your own brother could not look at you and as much as you wanted to laugh, you had to hold it in to not break your cover.

“Well, I was just wondering whether any of our friends here would want to date you.”

“And how is it coming along?” You questioned, leaning against your brother.

“Some of them would want to date you, while others don’t. But I’m really curious about Checo here since he didn’t choose one at all.”

You raised a brow at Pierre’s statement as you fought back a smile. “Is that so?” He nodded and then the air was once again still.

“How about you, Y/N? Would you date Checo?” A voice broke out, making you whip your head at the Spanish Aston Martin driver.

Before you could even answer, Charles already intervened. “Hey, you can’t ask that question to a lady.” He pointed out, his ever so feminist side coming out to protect you.

You patted your brother’s shoulder, calming him down, before answering coolly. “I can neither confirm nor deny the answer to that question. He’s married, Nando. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.”

“Okay, how about this? Imagine he’s not married and is currently a bachelor, would you date him then?” Alonso stated, fixing his question.

You were stunned to say the least when Fernando persistently asked the question. You stayed quiet until Pierre started pestering you to answer the question before sighing, knowing that his stubborn-headed nature won’t stop until you give an answer.

Everyone was staring at you as they waited for your answer. You took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose, finally replying. “If he were single. Then yes, maybe I would date him.”

You buried your face on your palms as you hid your embarrassment when you heard them all squeal and go crazy at your response, teasing Checo along with it. If you were embarrassed, imagine how much more if you were the Mexican driver.

“Okay, enough. Now leave the poor man alone, yeah?” You shook your head as the boys nodded, still teasing Checo.

You went to your driver’s room to change your clothes as you had dinner reservations tonight. When you came out you saw that they were all still there. You walked past them, feeling their eyes check you out. You had a glimpse of Charles, sneering and clenching his jaw and fist as he watched his friends ogling his sister.

“I’ll be out, boys. Please don’t make a mess of the garage.” You reminded them, before turning around to leave them.

But before you could exit, you halted in your tracks, looking over your shoulder. “Chéri, I suggest you get ready if you still want to catch our dinner reservation.”

When you hadn’t heard a peep from your significant other, you turned around to see seventeen of the drivers looking at one another, flabbergasted, eyes accusing one another because of your statement. You watched Charles who was doing his best to hold his laughter as the boys’ dispute broke out.

You looked at the man you were speaking to, his eyes widening as he realised what you just did. “Ah, yes. I had forgotten about that. Gracias for reminding me, mi amor.”, his voice you loved so dearly spoke out.

You smirked when you saw the other drivers’ glance over to where the voice came over, their jaws dropping slack on the ground as your partner revealed themselves.

Your significant other walks towards you, kissing your cheeks before heading out and getting ready for your dinner. Once he was no longer out of sight, the boys started flooding you with questions and inquiries. You gazed at Charles, your eyes pleading for help as the boys crowded you, and he only laughed, giving you two thumbs up in support.

“You’re married to… Checo?!?”

“You’re Checo’s secret wife?”

“Since when?”

“How?”

They bombarded you with more questions until you held your hand up, signalling them to stop. When they calmed down, you and Charles guffawed together.

“You knew?” Pierre asked Charles, looking hurt by the betrayal of his best and closest companion.

Charles shrugged, catching his breath from the laughing fit, “Well, she’s my sister. Of course, I knew.”

“And you never bothered telling me about it?” Pierre pushed further into the topic as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing your brother should have done.

The two approached one another as if they were preparing to fight. You took a step in between them, holding your arms out to prevent the heated argument from escalating.

“Woah, woah. Calm down. Let’s not get into a physical fight, yeah?” You chided, raising an eyebrow at Charles.

The two looked away, their faces red from shame as they realised what was going to happen. They mumbled their apologies before shaking each other’s hand in truce. Charles went back to his post beside you, thus you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Wait if you’re married, where’s your ring?” Lando piped up.

“I mean Sergio always wears his ring, but I don’t see yours.” He proceeded, tilting his head innocently like a child.

Once again the question asked brought the eyes of the drivers drilling holes into you.

“Are you insinuating that I’m embarrassed to show the world that Sergio is my husband, Lando?” You retorted sassily. When you saw Lando’s face flushed white as the colours drained from it, you let another laugh loose.

“I’m only teasing. I always have my wedding ring on me, I just don’t wear it during races. Instead I put them on the necklace Papa gave me.” You explained, showing the ring that was hanging with the pendant necklace your father gave you for your 18th birthday. The boys made an ‘o’ with their mouth as they slowly understood what was happening.

When Checo entered the motorhome, he immediately went to you, kissing your cheeks then proceeded to wrap his arm around your waist protectively. You eyed your husband and saw that he wore a light blue long-sleeved button down polo that hugged his body well. Its sleeves folded up until his elbow and left two buttons open. Along with that, he wore grey pants that were neatly pressed and white rubber shoes to finish it off.

You looked at your watch, your eyes widening when you saw it was almost 7 in the evening. You looked at Checo once more, whispering in his ears and he nodded.

“We have to go or else we’ll miss our appointment. Charles, if you still plan on joining us, you should get ready now.” You reminded your little brother who was busy talking to Carlos.

Charles looked at you and excused himself from Carlos as he made his way to his driver’s room.

“So Y/N, huh? I didn’t know you had that in you, compadre.” Alonso started, winking as he teased his fellow Hispanic driver. You laughed as your husband tightened his grip on your hips, his cheeks turning into a deep shade of red.

“I don’t understand what you mean?” The man beside you said, his face forming yet another confused expression.

“Oh, come on now. You managed to pull the most amazing and talented driver on the grid. Surely, you know what I mean?” Alonso continued, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You laughed more when you felt Checo hide his face on the crook of your neck, his cheeks heating up at Fernando’s comment. You kissed the crown of his head, as he buried his face more when Nando wouldn’t stop.

“Nando, I think you’ve embarrassed him too much already.”

Fernando laughed at what you said before stopping and patting your husband’s back. When Charles returned the three of you bid your goodbyes to your co-drivers before walking out of the motorhome and into your car.

Sergio sat on the driver’s seat while you sat on shotgun and Charles at the back. As Checo drove, he placed one hand on your thigh making you smile as you leaned your head on the window.

“That was fun.” Charles commented, breaking the comforting silence that surrounded the three of you.

You let out a chuckle once more before turning to Checo, seeing that he was already looking at you. His eyes gleaming with pride and joy at the thought of you finally revealing your marriage to your friends.

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matan4il · 7 months

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Daily update post:

The number of murdered victims at the music festival was thought to be over 260. It has now been confirmed to be over 360. IDK if this updates the total figure of victims in the massacre, but if it doesn't (meaning, if this is just identifying which victims were killed at which scene), it means almost a third of the civilians slaughtered by Hamas, were killed at that party. Young people who just wanted to dance, enjoy life and celebrate peace.

This picture from Gaza yesterday shows Hamas terrorists (you can see the RPG one of them is carrying) walking down the street escorted by kids, who are being used as human shields.

And another Hamas terrorist admitting that this is an intentional tactic used by the organization:

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The Iran-funded Houthis in Yemen have kidnapped a ship for being "Israeli." It's likely rented by an Israeli company, but it's been confirmed that there are no Israelis on board this ship. This incident is a clear escalation from Iran's proxies. The ship was traveling from Turkey to India with an international crew of 22 people, meaning all of their countries are now involved.

UEFA refused to hold a minute of silence for the Israeli victims at the start of a match between the Israeli and Polish youth national teams in soccer, despite the fact that it's customary to do so when terror attacks take place. The youth teams decided on their own not to play during the first minute of the game. Might I add, the Israeli national teams include Arabs.

You might remember that I posted about 12 years old Liel Hezroni being pronounced dead a few days ago. It happened after the evidence showed there was no chance for her to survive what the Hamas terrorists did in the murder scene where the rest of her family's bodies were found (when it's known that she was with them), and despite no body of hers having been identified. Today, remains of a body found by archeologists (employed to help with the ashes of the massacre victims) were confirmed to be hers, and now she can at least be given a proper funeral. May her memory be a blessing.

In case you still think the world is treating Israeli victims fairly, here's a small reminder of how much our lives don't count... When we're putting up posters of our kidnapped women and kids, people feel comfortable ripping them down.

Hamas is claiming the death of a third Israeli hostage in captivity. They claim he died of a heart attack. Yeah, that might happen to an 86 year old kidnapped and tortured. And if that's what happened, then it's still murder.

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unhetalia · 3 months

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this is really weak of me but I really do have to headcanon the Nations as having nothing to do with their governments and at times actively working against them because otherwise the atrocities are Not Fictional...

and anyway these beings hundreds of years old absolutely know that governments do not always have the people's best interests in mind. Do not always take care of the land. Nations believe their role is to take care of their land and their people, and maybe the older Nations tried to work with those in power in the beginning, but quickly learn their lesson.

because of this headcanon, I imagine the Nations all have 'departments' they belong to that focus on a certain issue. It would be impossible to have one individual try to have intimate knowledge of every single issue a country faces, and I love the implications this has on how much the Nations rely on each other, and how much their relationships are not reflective of human politics, because their purpose is not to reflect their people but to protect them and the land they're on.

SO finally, to the point of this post.

Here's what I think certain Nations do:

England and Russia are in charge of information gathering AKA espionage, as both have infiltrated their own governments at a very high level. Arthur is in MI6, Ivan is in the KGB-turned-FSK-turned-FSB. They're valuable assets to the rest of the world because they tend to have information on what everyone's governments are doing. Some other Nations who work in this department are Hungary, Philippines (F), Canada, Cuba, Ukraine, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland.

A lot of Nations work on environmental issues - Sweden, Finland and Denmark focus on governance as a way to mitigate environmental issues, while Australia, New Zealand, South Africa are focused on conservation, Brazil, Colombia, Congo focus on deforestation and air pollution, the Pacific Islands on rising sea levels and ocean pollution.

China, France, Ireland and Turkey are focused on food security - each one focuses on a specific aspect of it. China on availability, Ireland on access, France on utilisation and Turkey on stability.

Social welfare is headed by Austria and Belgium, with Spain, the Italies, Greece and Portugal focused on it.

Internal security is handled by the Germany brothers and Switzerland - this is the protection of the Nations themselves. Arranging identities, extraction of Nations who land themselves in trouble, and also the keeper of their arsenal.

America heads the research and development department that connects everything together - they develop the gadgets used by Arthur and Ivan's team, help develop technologies and conduct research focused on the environment and food security, help trial new ideas on addressing poverty, hack databases in order to help create identities for Nations. This department includes Japan, South Korea, India (F), Taiwan, Tony (not a Nation but heavily involved), Liechtenstein, Hong Kong, Belarus, Netherlands, Estonia, Mexico (F).

EDIT: I have to re-think a lot of this because I keep thinking about how very little countries there are compared to shit happening in the world and it messes with this universe a little bit. SO. WILL BE RE-WORKED.

#hetalia #aph #hetalia world series #hetalia world stars #hws england #hws america #aph america #aph england #too many people to tag #i think theres a lot of like TOPICS im missing that are relevant to nations #but its 1am this is the ones i thought of #the people i chose for each department are a mix of like #canons headcanons vague stats #also when i have an (f) next to someones name it means i headcanon them as ladies despite himaruya having them as men #m: hetalia #hetalia: headcanon (au)#hetalia au: no government #.txt

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solarpunks · 2 months

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India’s electric rickshaws are leaving EVs in the dust

Each month, this upskilled team produces bodies and chassis for nearly 5,000 three-wheeler EVs, locally known as e-rickshaws, for the New Delhi-based YC Electric, India’s second-largest manufacturer in the segment. In 2023, YC Electric alone sold over 40,600 e-rickshaws, while 82,500 electric cars were sold in the country. Even as India awaits its first Tesla, these humble e-rickshaws made by workers like Baran are powering an EV revolution in the country. Each month, this upskilled team produces bodies and chassis for nearly 5,000 three-wheeler EVs, locally known as e-rickshaws, for the New Delhi-based YC Electric, India’s second-largest manufacturer in the segment. In 2023, YC Electric alone sold over 40,600 e-rickshaws, while 82,500 electric cars were sold in the country. Even as India awaits its first Tesla, these humble e-rickshaws made by workers like Baran are powering an EV revolution in the country.

The Sonipat plant where YC builds its e-rickshaws is a joint venture with the company’s former Chinese import partners Jiang Li and Xue Jian Nan, who hold a 49% stake in the facility. “The link [with the Chinese suppliers] became so good that they also believed in us, invested money with us, and shared technology with us,” Kakkar said. Chinese engineers stayed “for days” to train welders like Baran when the factory first opened, he said. His company’s ethos, according to Kakkar, is “Make in India, but technology from China.”

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rudrjobdesk · 2 years

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Virat Kohli: 'जाओ तीन महीने का ब्रेक लो...,' अंग्रेज दिग्गज ने विराट कोहली को दी खास सलाह

Virat Kohli: ‘जाओ तीन महीने का ब्रेक लो…,’ अंग्रेज दिग्गज ने विराट कोहली को दी खास सलाह

Image Source : GETTYIMAGES विराट कोहली Highlights विराट कोहली ने नवंबर 2019 में लगाया था आखिरी शतक माइकल वॉन ने विराट को दी क्रिकेट से ब्रेक लेने की सलाह विराट कोहली के नाम 43 वनडे और 27 टेस्ट शतक दर्ज Virat Kohli Break: भारत के पूर्व कप्तान विराट कोहली लगातार अपनी बुरी फॉर्म को लेकर चर्चा में हैं। क्रिकेट की दुनिया के कई एक्सपर्ट और पूर्व क्रिकेटर लगातार उन्हें क्रिकेट से कुछ दिनों का ब्रेक…

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dinodorks · 9 months

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[ Fossilised caudal vertebrae of Tharosaurus indicus. ]

"A team of researchers from India has discovered fossils of a new dicraeosaurid from the Indian city of Jaisalmer in western India. These fossils, dating back to 167 million years, include bones separated at the joints but associated with specimens of the central body bones spread over an area of 270 square feet ( 25- square meters). The dicraeosaurid, called Tharosaurus Indicus in reference to the Thar desert where the fossils were found, is the first ever discovered in India and the oldest in the world’s fossil record. "The significance of this discovery rests in its antiquity," said Sunil Bajpai, a vertebrate paleontologist at the Indian Institute of Technology Roorkee and an author of the study, in an interview with Economic Times. The team of five began their work in 2018 when they discovered these fossils. The team acknowledged that the material in their possession is fragmentary, and there is a possibility that as more evidence is recovered, there might be a change in their taxonomic attribution; the fact remains that Tharosaurus Indicus currently is the oldest known diplodocoid. “...the discovery of Tharosaurus makes India a major center for not only diplodocoid but neosauropod radiation,” said the authors in the study. The discovery of Tharosaurus suggests that India played a significant role in the emergence and diversification of neosauropods, a group of long-necked vegetarian dinosaurs that thrived as the largest land animals, explained Debajit Datta, co-author of the study, in an interview with The New York Times."

Read more: "Fossils of 167-million-year-old dinosaur are the oldest of its kind" by Sejal Sharma.

#palaeoblr #Tharosaurus #Tharosaurus indicus #Palaeontology #Paleontology #India #Sauropod #Dinosaur #Mesozoic #Cretaceous #Extinct #Prehistoric #Fossils #Article

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zingaplanet · 1 year

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Here's your incredible friendship story of the day:

In 1953, Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay became the first two people to ever summit the highest mountain in the world, Mount Everest. Before the commercialised hiking expeditions of the 21st century, Hillary and Norgay had to make the climb without a pre-fixed route, discovering their own path to the top (one of which later became known as the Hillary Step in the Everest climbing trail).

The pair did not know each other well beforehand but met through their mountaneering peers. Norgay (a sherpa, Himalayan locals well-known for their mountaneering prowess) apparently made a lasting first impression on Hillary due to his incredible mountaneering skills, patience, complete with his "flashing, irresistible smile".

In one ocassion during their few earlier expeditions together, Hillary stepped on a crumbling ice and almost fell to his death before Norgay saved his life. This made him determined to ask Norgay to be his partner for his Everest Summit expedition.

Amongst other members of the expedition, their pairing became the first one who were successful, reaching the highest point on Earth at 11:30 a.m. on May 29, 1953.

At the top, Hillary hilarously recalled extending his hand to shake Tenzing's hand in "a good Anglo-Saxon fashion," but his Nepalese-Indian friend jumped him on the back and gave him a massive hug instead. As he said, it was the “great moment for which I had waited all my life, [...] I waved my arms in the air and then threw them around Hillary, and we thumped each other on the back until, even with the oxygen, we were almost breathless!”.

But beyond this monumental achievement, the gentlemen's agreement they made at the top was perhaps an equally impressive commitment.

Being the only people in the world who were present, Norgay and Hillary made a promise to present their a success as a joint effort. Both countrymen were under international pressure to divulge who was actually the first to step foot on the summit. Despite the rising colonial tension at the times, both Norgay and Hillary refused to say anything other than they reached the summit together as a team, carrying the secret to their deathbeds.

After Everest, Hillary devoted his life to assisting the overlooked sherpa people of Nepal. He established the Himalayan Trust, constructing many schools and hospitals in Nepal. Norgay continued to climb mountains all over the world for the rest of his life and died in his beloved Himalayas.

Hillary and Norgay remained lifelong friends, bonded for life. When Tenzing Norgay died in India in 1986, the country was in a massive political turmoil and all the streets in Darjeeling were closed due to confrontations with Nepalese separatists.

Edmund Hillary was the only foreigner allowed to enter the region, as reporters recounted how protesters parted ways to enable him to pay respects to his old friend.

In 2003, their sons Peter Hillary and Jamling Norgay climbed Everest together, celebrating the 50th anniversary of their fathers' memorable climb that changed the world forever.

#friendships that transcended lifetimes #friendships that changed the world #this one quite literally!#them on top of everest tho 🥺#let's have a decent handshake lad- Nope let me give you a massive hug!!#i'm a sucker for incredible friendships #everest #climbing #tenzing norgay #edmund hillary #mountaneering #nepal #new zealand #tibet #india #himalayas

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natalynsie · 2 years

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random ducktales headcanons in whatever order I think of them

Louie likes math. He acts like he doesn’t because he thinks it’s dumb and nerdy, but he likes math.

In a human AU, Huey would wear cargo pants, track pants, or jeans on occasions. Dewey is a jeans every day type-of-guy, he doesn’t own any pants besides jeans. Louie always wears sweatpants or track pants.

Researching Scrooge really got Webby into American history. She loves learning about Scrooge when he was in America. Some of her favorite periods to learn about; The Gold Rush, the Roaring Twenties, the Great Depression, primarily the early Gilded Age.

As Dewey gets older, he gets a passion for writing. His overactive imagination is a tool for this. He also uses inspiration from his childhood fantasies and incorporates them into his stories. For example, he makes references only he would get about Dewey High in his writing. He does primarily action/adventure and realistic fiction.

Louie gets easily embarrassed about his hobbies. He starts by doing them nonchalantly, but when he realizes people are noticing, he starts doing them in secret.

Huey does not get art, primarily poetry, plays, or anything written. It just goes right over his head. He hates English class and Shakespeare.

When Lena likes something, she draws it a lot. Whether it be her magic, people, friendship bracelets, or even just a little trinket she found, she’ll draw it. These drawings go into her most beloved sketchbooks. But she also has the Sketchbook of No Return, in which she draws things she hates as a way of getting her emotions out. Sometimes she even blacks out the page after drawing it.

Violet introduces Webby to Ancient Civilizations. They study early history together, from Mesopotamia to India to Greece.

Huey and Violet get competitive when they do Junior Woodchuck things, but they get along really well otherwise. They both have passions for science and nature.

Boyd and Huey are best friends, and hang out all the time. Despite being a robot, like all Gearloose’s inventions Boyd feels human emotions. Huey finds this extremely fascinating. Louie likes to tease Huey about being friends with a robot, but Louie doesn’t really have many friends himself so he can’t say much.

Gosalyn feels awkward at the huge sleepovers the Duck and Vanderquack family are always hosting. Her only friend at them is Dewey, while everyone else knows each other. Even Boyd knows Lena and Violet. Plus, Gosalyn doesn’t even know the rest of the Duck boys. But, eventually she warms up to everyone after being super competitive in games and sort of cold as a defense mechanism.

Lena and Violet dye their hair together sometimes.

Panchito and José eventually become known as Uncle Panchito and Uncle José.

Huey, being terrified of Dewey’s carelessness, finds Louie to be his Comfort Sibling™

Louie is kind-of into knitting???

Fethry, Gladstone, Donald, and Della always came to Scrooges for the Holidays. Every Holiday. Winter and Spring break too. They all got pretty close. Plus, adventuring was not Donald and Della exclusive.

Donald is the only one who can tell the triplets apart when they do their hair the same way and wear the same clothes.

One time Louie stole Webby's skirt because he wanted to know what it was like to wear one. He's also done this with Scrooge's clothes.

Dewey cannot cook for the life of him, but Huey is a master chef. Huey also makes the best soup-and-salad combos. Louie is in the middle ground, but for some reason finds baking much easier.

One time Della, Donald, Fethry and Gladstone played War together, but on teams. Donald and Gladstone wanted to see whose luck would outweigh the others, so they teamed up. The game was cut short because the table got knocked over and the cards fell through the floorboards. They looked for the cards but couldn’t find them.

May loves drawing and June loves reading, and they like to write books together. Daisy gives May fashion tips for her characters, and reads the books June recommends.

Webby likes to photobomb Dewey's selfies.

Gosalyn and Louie scam people together.

Webby and Lena have a playlist of both their favorite songs. They sing to all of them at their one-on-one sleepovers.

Lena and Violet both like heavy metal.

Gosalyn was extremely girly as a child.

Lena reminds Scrooge of Donald when he was younger.

Drake adopted Gosalyn (obviously).

Lena and Huey lowkey have beef.

Dewey was actually laid first.

One time Dewey accidentally called Storkules his Uncle Storkules. The man was never happier.

Panchito became a sky pirate once but Don Karnage booted him.

Boyd really likes listening to Huey talk about his passions, which is good since Huey goes on and on about them. Donald thinks it's so sweet that Huey has such a good friend. Boyd is Donald's favorite of all of the boys' friends.

Louie's khopesh is his favorite treasure ever.

Della was Donald's best man at his and Daisy's wedding. It didn't matter that she wasn't a man.

Launchpad and Drake nerd out together for at least three hours a week.

Drake cannot handle affection. He gets all awkward when someone tells him they love him or when someone hugs him.

When Louie isn't around, Boyd is the number two comfort buddy for Huey.

Violet and Boyd get along really well, and Huey gets jealous of Violet. But they primarily hang out in JW meetings so it isn't crazy.

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starlightshadowsworld · 10 months

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Venba my beloved

What you expect: Cooking game based on South Indian dishes.

What you get: The story of a couple moving from India to Canada. The struggles they face and the company they find in each other and home cooking.

From Venba's mother's cookbook.

And their son on distancing yourself from your culture, having an identity crisis when your older.

And falling in love with your culture and wishing you'd embraced it more as a kid.

Going to the mother land and feeling like a tourist.

Venba holding a hand out to comfort her now grown up so.

Hesitating.

And him just resting his head on her lap and 😭🥺my heart.

The team really put their hearts into this game. My only wish it was longer but God I'm so happy this game exists.

The art style is so sweet.

The music reminds me of tunes my uncle would play on the radio in Pakistan.

The sounds of cooking sound just like when my mum is cooking.

The way it's mostly just eyeballing the recepies because that's how we cook lol.

In a way it's like coming home.

Highly recommend, show it some love.

#Venba #South asian #Desi #Cosy games

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