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A look-through of Jungkook the Slime and his lovers.
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A 6-year comes to its last stand at this year's Pokemon League
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I'm Learning How To Love Myself by littlewriter (tinnyhi)
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
15 May 2021
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Jungkook decided to run away when he found out he's being forced into an arranged marriage and somehow ends up saving a General's life.
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Captain Jeon Jeongguk went missing for 10 months.
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where the fog has lifted from this tapestry of fate by chaoticmusings
Fandom 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
27 Jan 2018
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Damn, Haven’t bookmarked in ages
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Max Verstappen, sole omega on the grid, was doing just fine with his life until the FIA mandates that all omegas should either be mated or be in a pack in order to compete. Having been shunned from the grid pack during his debut years and having no other pack to join, Max's only option is to find a mate. In three months.
What follows is Max going on various dates with random alphas while remaining oblivious to the rest of the grid tripping over themselves to court him.(Or The Bachelorette x Omegaverse x F1 but the bachelorette doesn't know he's the bachelorette and the bachelors are willing to shun each other into the wall at turn 1)
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In the Formula One world, every driver belongs to a tightly bonded pack, where alphas lead, betas stabilize, and omegas are nurtured, loved and protected. No omega is ever told to leave the pack room — to be cast out is to be cast out of the pack itself.
Max Verstappen learned that the hard way. At seventeen, wide-eyed and unpresented, he joined the grid eager to find his place. But instead of welcome, he was judged, dismissed, and pushed aside. The breaking point came after a heated clash with Charles Leclerc.
Tempers flared, words were thrown, and in a moment of anger, pack alpha Lewis Hamilton told Max to leave. The command couldn’t be taken back, and Max obeyed silently — never returning, never stepping near the pack room again.
And no one knew the truth. Max wasn’t an alpha. Not a beta. He was a omega, suppressing his scent, instincts, and biology just to survive.
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He stops dead at the picture of Charles, shooting upright on the lounge, dislodging Sassy in the process. She hisses loudly at him and darts off, but Max isn’t concerned with that.
Because Charles fucking Leclerc has cut his hair off.
The photo is just a fan picture of Charles in a suit at a gala of some variety—an unimportant detail—and he looks great in the suit, crisp and blue, a black turtleneck underneath. Handsome, one might objectively describe it as. Sexy, a girl, gay, or Italian man would say. Not Max, of course, because he’s above that, but. Somebody else might describe it that way.
The sides are just gone, shaved short and gone. The top is still as long and fluffy as ever, styled very nicely but the sides.
The sides, Max laments.
He looks stupid. It’s terrible. Max hates it with a fiery, visceral passion. He knows there is no way Pascale Leclerc did that to her son. She would have stopped him from looking like some kind of dapper, handsome—
She would have stopped it, is the point.
Maybe it’s just the lighting, Max reasons frantically.
// Charles gets a haircut. Max has a meltdown.