#HIS EYES LIT UP AT THE SIGHT OF DANIEL

[zellaspinna]

Landan you’re everything to me

[fastandcarlos]

Overwhelmed With Love : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: having family at the race is always fun, but bringing your baby girl to the paddock too excites lando like never before

“Cover your eyes!” You shouted out to Lando, holding your daughter close to your side as she covered her mouth, muffling her laughter.

“Hurry up,” Lando chuckled, bouncing on his toes as he waited for you two to appear. You opened the door to Lando’s driver’s room, checking his eyes were closed before walking in, shushing your daughter as her eyes lit up at the sight of her father.

You counted down from three before Lando moved his hands, opening up his eyes. A gasp escaped from him as his daughter smiled back, dressed in a perfectly sized papaya race suit.

“We thought we’d get something, just in case people didn’t know who we were cheering for,” you laughed as Lando stood up, opening his arms up and taking your daughter into them. He leaned across and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before studying his baby girl closely, admiring how beautiful she looked.

It was one of those rare occasions where Lando was speechless; you could tell from watching him his breath had been taken. He always loved seeing you in papaya, but seeing his little girl was something else.

“You look beautiful,” he cooed pressing several kisses against the top of your daughter’s head. She squirmed in his hold as Lando showered her with affection. “I really am the luckiest man in the world.”

After a few moments Lando walked over to you too, snaking his arm around your waist. He nodded in your direction, taking note of the papaya shirt that you wore too.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he admitted, his heart racing a million miles an hour as he looked between the two of you.

“We thought we’d surprise you,” you mused, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “Do you remember all those years ago when you told me this was a dream of yours?”

“Of course, I just never imagined that it would actually come true,” Lando whispered, finding himself overcome with emotion, “maybe I always hoped it would come true, but I never thought that it would feel as good as this.”

You gave Lando a moment as he tried his best to compose himself, having to remind himself that there was still a race to win this weekend, despite already feeling like he’d won the world having you and your daughter there to cheer him on all weekend.

“I love you,” Lando whispered, handing your daughter back across to you, “and I love you as well little lady,” he added, kissing your daughter once again.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Throughout the day you found yourself swarmed by friends, family, photographers, and random people around the paddock who wanted to compliment your daughter. She always generated quite the crowd obsessing over her, but dressed in her papaya, she had certainly found a new audience.

And Lando was keen to fuss over the two of you as much as he possibly could too. He was desperate to take your daughter around the media pen with him, but you quickly intervened, reminding him how chaotic it could be sometimes.

But watching your daughter with his closest friends meant the most to Lando. Daniel especially seemed to have captured your daughter’s heart, she was constantly messing with the curls in his hair whilst he tickled her sides dressed in orange again and again.

When the race came around, Lando didn’t want to leave. He found the two of you the perfect space to be able to watch the race, for his dad to keep an eye on you, and to give him easy access back to you as soon as the race was over. You insisted time and time again for Lando not to fuss, but he never listened to you.

The moment the race was done, Lando was before you. He was sweaty, tired, but it was all worth it to see the wide grin on your daughter’s face. He took hold of her straight away, kissing against your lips before being beckoned over. Lando’s advisors reminded him that the media pen waited, his eyes hopefully looking at you. You pondered for a moment before nodding, trusting that Lando would be able to take your daughter and keep her safe with him.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

“Lando, as much as I’d love to talk about your race, we can’t ignore your biggest fan,” Natalie grinned, reaching across and poking your daughter’s tummy. “It must feel incredible to be able to have your family here with you for today’s race.”

“I love my job, and I love my family and being able to marry the two together is a dream for me right now,” Lando smiled in reply, bouncing your daughter gently. “I had no idea this little one was going to be dressed in papaya today, I always insisted that she would definitely rock the colour, but I had no clue that she would look as good as this. She was definitely my lucky charm, that’s why I’ve ended up in P2 today.”

“I know from speaking to your lovely partner that they try to get out to as many races as possible to watch you and cheer you on, are you possibly trying to give us a future world champion? You’ve got to be giving her some tips whilst she’s here, right?” Natalie then asked, watching Lando gush about his family once again.

“She’s only two, I’m not sure about future world champion yet, although I wouldn’t say no one day,” Lando chuckled, continually glancing at your daughter to check on her. “Just having them here though and knowing that they’re safe is most important as far as I’m concerned. I love being able to get out of my car and immediately just see my family waiting to give me the biggest cuddle in the world.”

“I’m sure that you’ve got plenty of fun things to be getting up to now that race weekend is over, so I won’t keep you any longer,” Natalie smiled as she brought the interview to a close. “Have a great evening,” she noted, tickling your daughter one final time before seeing Lando and your little girl off to the next interview.

“I don’t know why your mummy was ever so worried to bring you here, this is the easy bit,” Lando whispered to her as they walked around. “I think I might be more worried that if you get spoilt anymore, you’re going to end up loving your Uncle Carlos and your Uncle Oscar much more than you love your daddy.”

Truthfully, you knew you never had anything to worry about, Lando would go to the end of the world for your little girl before he let anything happen to her. He loved being able to show her off, listen to people gush about her knowing that she was all his. Every time she was at the paddock it brought a tear to his eye, it was everything that he had ever wanted from the moment the two of you first found out that you were expecting.

He’d spent years having his family cheer him on, encourage him when he was down and celebrate those highs with him too. And now that he had his own little one to do all of that with too, Lando couldn’t wait for the future with your little girl, to help her chase her dreams and fill her with an overwhelming amount of love too.

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[theemporium]

[3k] the season is over but the marriage remains. max starts to see little leclerc in a light no one in the world has ever seen before. and daniel is stirring the pot because he is bored. but in a concerned way, obviously.

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“When did you say he was coming?” 

“Maman.” 

“Sorry for being excited to see my son-in-law.”

“Ugh, don’t call him that.” 

“That’s what he is, Charles. Grow up, please.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a snort as you watched the way your brother argued with your mother, both on very different sides of the spectrum as you awaited Max to show up. Despite his best attempts, whatever plans Charles made to try and ruin the dinner, Pascale would always be one step ahead of him, leaving the boy pouty by the time six o’clock was approaching.

And whilst you knew your mother would be excited to meet the man you impulsively—and drunkenly—decided to marry in Vegas, you hadn’t expected her to reach this level. You don’t think you had even ever seen her take Christmas dinners to this level.

The fancy plates and cutlery had been taken out of the kitchen cupboard you and Arthur were forbidden from opening, and you had spent all morning polishing them with Lorenzo. Pascale had been running around the house like a headless chicken, as though Max would step into the house and notice the specks of dust on the top of the bookshelves and doorways. Charles had been sent out the house on a goose chase that you indefinitely knew was your mother’s way of preventing him from poisoning any dishes. And Arthur was sent along with him for good measure. 

And when the clock hit five, she had practically ordered each and every one of you to put on something presentable and nice before the guest of the night arrived.

Truthfully, it felt like a funny fever dream until you were sitting in the living room, fingers tugging on the hem of your dress as you tried to fight the pit of anxiety in your stomach.

You hadn’t spoken to Max since earlier that morning. He had tried messaging a few more times: first asking what caused the sudden shift in tone, and then to ask for opinions on different bouquets. But you couldn’t bring yourself to reply to either. 

You were angry. Not at him. Never at him, You were just angry at yourself. You were angry for letting such a small, meaningless comment get in your head. You were angry that you were taking your emotions out on Max who was clueless and didn’t deserve your sudden cold shoulder. You were angry that despite logically knowing all of this, the sight of his contact name and the mere idea that he was going to be in your house in the next few minutes didn’t help the pit in your stomach.

You tried to focus on Charles’ tantrum. You tried to focus on the jokes Arthur kept making to wind him up. You tried to focus on the way Lorenzo was calmly trying to persuade your mother to put the photo albums away before Max even arrived. 

You tried to pretend you were okay when you were far from it.

“I want all four of you on your best behaviour,” Pascale told each of you as she anxiously glanced over at the clock, practically vibrating on the spot as the big hand neared closer to twelve with each passing moment. “No nonsense.” 

“That means no sneaking away to make out with your husband,” Arthur teased, only to let out a wince when Charles slapped him across the back of his head.

“There will be nothing of the sort,” Charles grumbled, only to let out a wince when Pascale slapped him across the back of the head.

“Don’t hit your brother,” she said in a stern voice before adding. “And stop being such a buzzkill towards your sister.”

Charles rolled his eyes.

Pascale opened her mouth as though she was going to continue scolding her middle son, only to be cut off by the sound of three knocks at the door. Her face instantly lit up as she clapped her hands together, grinning widely as she rushed towards the door. 

Maybe it was the anxiety or maybe it was something else, but your chest tightened when the door swung open and you saw Max on the other side of the door. 

He arrived right at six on the dot, though you guessed the punctuality didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you was the lack of Red Bull merch. It was stupid to think he would have worn it to dinner, but then again, he had worn it to plenty of other events shamelessly so you never knew what to expect. 

But no. Instead, Max stood in the doorway in black sweater with the collar of his white shirt sticking out the top. He wore dark jeans that didn’t look like they were painted on (a miracle) and he held a large bouquet of peonies that were the prettiest shade of pink you had ever seen in your life. 

“Mrs Leclerc,” he greeted her with a charming smile on his face as she opened the door. “Thank you for inviting—”

“Oh enough with the formalities!” She laughed before she brought him into a hug, the act clearly catching the boy off-guard if the wide eyes were anything to go by. “We are family now. Call me Pascale.” 

“Oh. Right,” Max murmured, expertly keeping the bouquet to one side as he wrapped his other arm around the older woman. “Uh, these are for you.”

“My favourite,” she said with a genuine smile when she pulled back to take the bouquet from his hands. “What a gentleman you are, Max.”

You could have sworn you saw a light blush spread across his cheeks. 

“Please, come in,” she ushered him in as she closed the door behind him. She turned on her heel, her smile still so wide, it was almost concerning. “Make yourself comfortable. Dinner is almost ready.”

Max nodded his head in thanks and turned to look at the others in the room. But his gaze completely missed your brothers and landed on you, something in his eyes shifting as he stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something. 

But you were already up and out of your seat before he could say a single word to you. 

“I’ll help bring the food to the table, Maman,” you said suddenly as you rushed towards the kitchen.

Arthur only snorted in response. “Trouble in paradise already.”

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“You’re ignoring me.”

You almost jumped out of your skin, the phone that was previously in your hands now clambering onto the counter. You pressed your hand to your chest, the feeling of your wildly beating heart thundering under your skin as you tried to clear your throat.

“No, I’m not,” you denied, though you hadn’t turned to look at him.

Max raised his brows. “So you’re just hiding out in the kitchen when the rest of your family are outside for no reason then?”

“I’m not hiding out. I was checking on the chicken,” you said aimlessly, your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze. But still, you kept your eyes on the counter and the random dishes of food rather than the Dutchman who taking a few steps closer to you. “And I was texting Yuki. He was having some marriage issues so—”

“Guess you can relate then,” Max deadpanned. 

Your cheeks burned warmer. “You should head back out to the party, Max.”

“At least fucking look at me,” he whispered, something almost pleading in his voice. 

You weren’t used to it with the Dutchman. Even from a young age, Max was oddly self-assured and confident in what he said. The media said he was rude, but he was just blunt. He knew what he wanted to say. He didn’t sound apologetic when he said it. And he certainly didn’t sound so distressed when he demanded things. 

And yet here he was, the three time world champion who had never sounded so desperate and anguished before in his life, just aching for you to lift your head. 

You swallowed the ball lodged in the back of your throat before slowly turning your head to find Max a few steps away from you. He looked oddly concerned and maybe that’s what really caught you off-guard. You weren’t sure what you were expecting—maybe some annoyance or some anger—but it certainly wasn’t this. 

His brows were furrowed together, the crease between his eyebrows deeper and more prominent than you had ever seen it. He looked a little lost and bashful, like for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do and he didn’t know what to do with that piece of information. 

Max Verstappen had never looked so hopeless.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he spoke in a soft voice, and it didn’t help the pounding in your chest. 

“Nothing is wrong, Max,” you said to him, and you tried to flash him a smile. But it was strained and wrong and he hated the look of it on your face.

“Don’t bullshit me. You said this marriage wasn’t going to work if I wasn’t enthusiastic, well it won’t work either if you lie to me,” he said in a slightly more firm voice, and this time he took another step towards you. “Tell me what I did.”

Your chest tightened again. “Max—”

“Was it the comment earlier?” He continued, that pleading note in his voice so loud and clear again. “It was a joke, I promise you. I’m not ashamed to be married to you. I could never be ashamed of you.”

“Max—”

“Yes, I know the circumstances of our marriage are a little unconventional and a little inconvenient too but,” Max’s hands rested on your upper arms, the touch warm and overwhelming but you didn’t think you wanted him to let go of you just yet. “If I had to marry someone in Vegas, I am glad it’s you.” 

And it hurt. 

It hurt so fucking bad that the boy was standing in front of you, laying himself on the line and blaming himself for something that wasn’t even his fault. It hurt because no matter what you did, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your mouth and tell him. You couldn’t bring yourself to say that his agreement to your comment struck a nerve. You couldn’t bring yourself to say that you were feeling stupidly self-deprecating when you made the comment in the first place and his response just felt like he kicked you when you were down.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about the countless articles. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about the comments made throughout your life, throughout your brothers’ careers, throughout your own career. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that he had practically chained himself to a PR manager’s worst fucking nightmare with no way out any time soon. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to say any of it. Not when you hadn’t even confessed half of your feelings to the people in the other room. Not when a part of you was scared he would agree with every single fear that laid lingering in the back of your head. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you finally managed to say, and something quite like relief washed over the boy when he realised you were actually answering him, that you weren’t going to run off and hide in another room like you had done before. “Just…it was something else that upset me. Not you. I promise. You did nothing wrong, Max.”

The concern returned. “What upset you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you said simply, and you were grateful enough that the boy dropped the topic—even if he wasn’t particularly happy about it. “We have a dinner to enjoy. It’s not worth ruining when Maman has spent all day making sure Charles didn’t slip some arsenic into your soup.”

Max snorted, shaking his head. A few beats passed before he squeezed your arms slightly. “We’re good?”

You smiled. “We’re good, Max.”

He nodded, seemingly pleased with that response as he let out an exhale. “Good, because now you can come out and help me. If Arthur makes one more sex joke, I think Charles might serve my balls for dessert.”

You snorted. “Maman would have his balls on a plate first if he tried to ruin the dinner itinerary she set up.”

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“Can we talk?”

Max paused what he was doing, the pile of dishes sitting in front of him from where he was trying to help tidy up after dinner moments ago. Despite Pascale’s insistence that he was a guest who didn’t need to assist, Max still found himself joining the oddly domestic dance of working around the Leclerc’s to clean away the table and take everything back into the kitchen. 

He could hear you and Arthur giggling in the other room, quickly followed by soft scolds from Pascale—the kind where you could still hear the smile in her voice. He could hear Lorenzo stepping outside for a phone call, his voice muffled by the balcony whilst Arthur made some joke that he was probably going to throw himself off after watching his baby sister make heart eyes at her husband all night. That was followed by another scolding from Pascale. 

There was an odd sense of contentment deep in his chest as he collected the last of the dishes on the dining table when he heard somebody step into the room, expecting it just to be Pascale or maybe even you. 

He wasn’t expecting Charles. 

“Uh, yeah,” the Dutchman muttered, shifting around so he was facing the boy instead. “What’s up?” He almost cringed at his own words the second they left his mouth.

“Tell me this isn’t a tactic.” 

Max paused, wondering for a few moments if he had heard the boy correctly. However, Charles didn’t seem to repeat himself as he stood there on the other side of the table, staring blankly at the Dutchman as he waited for his response. 

“What?” 

“Tell me that this whole thing isn’t just some ploy made up by Red Bull,” Charles said, his face remaining straight as he spoke. 

“What is a ploy? This dinner?” Max questioned, utterly baffled by the words leaving his mouth.

“I need you to tell me whether you are just messing with my sister as some weird, twisted way to get to me,” Charles said, his arms crossed over his chest. “I need you to tell me if this is some fucking game to you and your team.”

And Max’s stomach churned at the allegation. 

He thought this was all planned. He thought Red Bull had sent him out like a spy to get involved with the Leclerc family and exploit them. He thought this didn’t mean shit to Max beyond a mind game to assure him the championship next year.

And the worst part was that Max could see why he would think that. If there was anyone who risked being his biggest competitor on track—car aside—it would be Charles. Not his own teammate. Not Mercedes. Not McLaren. It would be Charles Leclerc, like it had always been when they were younger. 

It had always been Max Vertsappen versus Charles Leclerc. And it always would be until the end of their careers. 

For Charles to assume it was one thing. But for Charles to actually believe Max would go through with something like that? To agree to such a plan? 

The Dutchman couldn’t deny that it really fucking stung. It fucking stung that Charles assumed the worst of him—even if it was to protect his little sister—and it fucking stung to wonder if the other Leclerc’s assumed the same.

“Charles,” a disbelieving scoff left his lips as he shook his head. “I would never—”

“Because I don’t give two fucks about a championship if you are messing with my sister,” Charles interrupted. There was a rage in his eyes, a rage he had never witnessed in the boy before—not even during his worst races. “She cares deeply about people. She loves hard and fast. And if you become one of those people and break her heart?”

Max didn’t say anything.

“There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for her,” he said in a softer voice, but the underlying threat was still clear. “And there is nobody I wouldn’t hurt if they hurt her.” 

“This isn’t some mind game,” Max said to the boy, because he didn’t think the boy would believe anything else he said. “Vegas was a mess, I know that. But I would never do something like this. And I would never bring your sister into our rivalry or on-track business.”

Charles’ jaw clenched a little, like he was contemplating whether he believed Max or not.

And for a few moments, Max wondered what would happen if he confessed his true feelings. He wondered what the Monagasque would say if he learnt that Max had spent the better part of their early careers either trying to beat him in a kart or ogling his sister. He wondered what Charles would think if Max told him he was almost pretty sure his little sister was his first love, even when they didn’t have a proper conversation until Charles finally joined Formula One.

Max wondered what Charles would think if he knew the truth. 

But now was not the time nor the place to tell him. To be completely honest, Max didn’t think it would ever be the time or place to tell him. He didn’t think he would ever confess that to Charles, he didn’t think there was any reason to. There was only one person in this world that deserved to hear his confession, but Max would rather throw himself in front of the RB19 before he told you how he felt.

“I swear on my life, my cats’ lives and my mother’s life,” he added after a few moments, watching as the boy’s shoulders sagged a little like he finally realised Max was telling the truth. 

“Good,” Charles nodded, pausing for a few moments. “I mean everything I said. For as long as it takes to sort out this mess, if you even upset her once, I swear to God—”

“Image loud and clear, Charles,” Max assured the boy with a single nod of his head.

“Good. Remember it, Verstappen.”

And with that, he left the room and left Max staring blankly at the pile of dishes on the table, a dull ache in his chest that he wasn’t really sure how to ease.

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yourusername breaking news: max verstappen does wear something other than red bull merch!!!

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[crushpunky]

actress!reader supports drew at his premiere

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based on a couple different asks + the queer premiere in LA <3

Y/n could hear the cheers of fans and see the flashes of cameras as they pulled around the back of the venue. This was Drew’s day, a moment he had been waiting for and working for for years, and she knew she wanted to be there to support and celebrate him without detracting from any of the attention and praise he deserved. She knew there was no way of absolutely avoiding all paparazzi or fans, but she still hoped she had avoided most of the prying eyes as she climbed out the back of the tinted, black car.

Y/n thanked the assistant who opened the door, smoothing down the front of her dress with her free hand, a bouquet of roses and her purse balancing in the other.

“Y/n!” One of the fans littered around the back entrance shouted, pointing their camera at y/n as they waved. Y/n smiled back, giving short greetings to the few fans within sight of the back entrance, before making her way into the venue. 

Once inside, she followed one of the assistants through what felt like a maze of hallways until they finally ended up in the theater. As she entered, her mouth dropped as she looked around at the sea of people filling nearly every seat. Reporters, fans, reviewers, friends, family, all there to get a piece of the action and witness the mastery the cast and crew had put together. An usher motioned y/n to her seat just as the house lights began to dim, the room filling with excited whispers. The director, Luca, came out, speaking briefly before introducing the cast.

“Now, we have our two wonderful leads: Mr Daniel Craig and Mr Drew Starkey.” Luca announced gleefully, turning as the two men filed out. Y/n could feel her heart swell as she watched Drew walk out. Unable to resist, y/n took out her phone to capture the dazzling smile on his face under the spotlights. Once she put her camera down, her gaze focused once more on Drew, his eyes now meeting her own. Both of them laughed, waving at each other before focusing back on the introductions. Soon enough, it was Drew’s turn, a small blush creeping across his cheeks as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’d just like to thank everyone involved in his film, it was truly an honor to get to work with so many talented people. We hope you enjoy.” Drew finished with a grin, Daniel clapping him on the back before the cast and crew headed to their seats. With a wave of applause and hollers, the screen lit up and the film finally began.

As soon as the credits rolled, the theater erupted into thunderous cheers. Attendees rose to their feet, the applause continuing as the spotlights illuminated the cast and crew. Each member had their moment, bowing and waving to the crowd. As Drew stepped forward, y/n could feel her eyes prickle with tears as she cheered as loudly as she could. Pure pride and love filled her as she saw the happiness in Drew’s face; a happiness he deserved more than anyone else on the entire goddamn planet.

Once the applause finally subsided, and the audience began to exit, y/n followed one of Drew’s assistants through yet another maze of corridors before finally turning a corner and seeing a familiar head of tousled brown hair turned, a wide smile spreading across Drew’s face as he quickly crossed the room before wrapping his arms around y/n. He lifted her off her heeled feet, burying his nose into the top of her head once he finally put her back down

“I’m so proud of you.” Y/n whispered into the crook of Drew’s neck.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Drew said back, pressing a kiss to y/n’s jaw before pulling away, his arms still resting gently on her hips. Y/n grinned back at him, her eyes gazing over the way his simplistic black suit fell over the planes of his body and the light reflected stunningly off his jewelry, glad to finally see him up close and personal. Pulling herself back to reality, y/n offered the bouquet of roses out to Drew.

“Are these for me?” Drew quirked a brow, taking the flowers slowly. Y/n giggled as he dramatically sniffed them.

“You deserve it, Starkey.” Y/n said, squeezing Drew’s hand lightly.

“You spoil me, baby.” Drew whispered, biting his lip as he gazed down at her.

“Love you. Proud of you.” Y/n said. Drew pulled y/n into a kiss, her cheeks warming with his familiar taste.

“Love you.” Drew grinned, a smudge of lipstick adorning his bottom lip. Y/n wiped it away with a smile. Drew snaked his free hand around her waist, pulling her into his side as the back doors opened, their car parked in front of them.

“I have one more surprise for you when we get home.” Y/n whispered, raising her eyebrows playfully at Drew as two of them stepped outside. They could only hope the cameras of the fans littered outback didn’t catch the way Drew’s eyes widened or his cheeks flushed as they climbed into the car, speeding off into the night.

[its-avalon-08]

max, jealous trope, ferrari driver, she is laughing with carlos

grumpy lover boy (mv1)

✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!driver!reader

✦ genre - jealousy, playfulness, fluff

(i adore this man so much, im dying)

The paddock was alive with energy and excitement as fans and teams buzzed about, preparing for the upcoming race. Max Verstappen stood by Red Bull's garage, his eyes scanning the crowd. He caught sight of his girlfriend, Y/N, across the way at Ferrari's setup, chatting animatedly with her teammates, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz.

Max and Y/N had kept their relationship a secret from the public eye, preferring to avoid the added pressure and media scrutiny. It wasn't easy, especially with both of them being high-profile drivers, but they managed to make it work.

As Max watched, Carlos said something that made Y/N laugh—a genuine, hearty laugh that lit up her face. She playfully grabbed Carlos's hand in the midst of her laughter, and Max felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

He clenched his jaw, his mood instantly darkening. Daniel Ricciardo, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor, sidled up to him with a smirk.

As Max continued to watch Y/N laugh with Carlos and Charles, his grumpy demeanor grew more evident. Daniel couldn't resist poking fun at his friend.

"Mate, you're glaring so hard, I'm surprised the Ferrari garage isn't on fire," Daniel said with a chuckle, leaning casually against the wall beside Max.

Max grunted, not taking his eyes off Y/N. "She's just laughing at his joke. It's no big deal."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Sure, no big deal. That's why you're standing here looking like someone just stole your lunch."

Max shot him a look. "I'm not… okay, maybe I am a little jealous. But can you blame me?"

Daniel laughed, clapping Max on the back. "Oh, I don't blame you. It's just funny seeing you all whipped. Never thought I'd see the day."

Max rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hide the small, begrudging smile. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

"Seriously, though," Daniel said, his tone softening a bit. "She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"

Max sighed, his gaze softening as he watched Y/N. "Yeah, she does. And I'm fine with that. Just wish I didn't have to watch her being all friendly with Carlos."

Daniel smirked. "Well, look on the bright side. At least it's Carlos and not someone like… I don't know, Lewis."

Max groaned at the thought. "Don't even joke about that, Dan."

Daniel chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Relax, mate. She's yours, and everyone can see it—even if they don't know it."

Max nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. "Thanks, Dan."

"No problem," Daniel said with a wink. "Now, let's get back to work before you burn a hole through Carlos's head with that death stare of yours."

Max finally tore his gaze away from Y/N, shaking his head with a smirk. "Alright, alright. Let's go."

As they walked away, Max couldn't help but glance back one more time, feeling a mix of jealousy and adoration for the girl who had him completely and utterly whipped.

(jumping to carlos and y/n)

Carlos noticed Max's intense glare from across the paddock and shifted uncomfortably. He turned to Y/N with a concerned expression.

"Y/N, did I do something to upset Max?" Carlos asked, his eyes wide with worry.

Y/N followed his gaze and saw Max glaring at them, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. She laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, you didn't do anything, Carlos. He's just being a bit… overprotective."

Carlos let out a sigh of relief, though he still looked a bit uneasy. "Are you sure? Because he looks like he's ready to come over here and punch me."

Y/N chuckled, giving Carlos a reassuring pat on the arm. "Trust me, it's nothing. Max is just a little jealous, that's all. He'll get over it."

Carlos's worried expression softened into a smile. "You two are really cute together, you know that?"

Y/N blushed slightly, glancing over at Max who was still sulking. "Thanks, Carlos. It's not always easy, but we make it work."

Carlos grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know how you manage to keep it a secret with how obvious he is sometimes."

Y/N laughed again, the sound light and cheerful. "I guess we just have to be careful. But it's worth it."

Carlos nodded, giving her a supportive smile. "Well, if you ever need any help keeping the secret, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate it," Y/N said, genuinely grateful for his understanding.

Carlos glanced over at Max once more, then back at Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe you should go over there and give him a little reassurance. Before he starts plotting my demise."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, maybe I should."

As Y/N made her way over to Max, Carlos watched with a smile, glad to see his friend happy—even if it did mean occasionally dealing with a very grumpy and jealous Max Verstappen.

(cuteness incoming)

Y/N made her way across the paddock toward Max, her heart warming at the sight of his grumpy expression. She slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back.

"Hey, you," she said softly.

Max stiffened for a moment before relaxing into her embrace. He turned around, his eyes locking onto hers, and without a word, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Y/N melted into the kiss, her arms sliding up to wrap around his neck.

When they finally broke apart, Max rested his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he murmured.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on the back of his neck. "Feeling better now?"

Max huffed, his grumpy demeanor still lingering. "A bit. Just… don't like seeing you so close with Carlos."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You know there's nothing to worry about, right? It's just you and me."

Max sighed, his arms tightening around her. "I know. I just can't help it sometimes."

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with affection. She began peppering his face with soft kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips again. "There, all better?"

Max couldn't help but smile, the grumpiness slowly fading from his features. "Yeah, all better. You always know how to fix me."

She grinned, giving him one last kiss. "That's my job, isn't it? Besides, I like seeing you smile."

Max's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with love. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Max," she replied, resting her head on his chest. "Now, let's go back to work before Daniel makes even more fun of you."

Max chuckled, his mood considerably lighter. "Alright, but only because you asked so nicely."

Hand in hand, they walked back toward their respective garages, ready to face the rest of the race weekend together, their bond stronger than ever.

[pequins]

Drunk Schlatt NSFW??? I’ll love you forever ‼️ Also can I be 🧀 anon?

as you wish, 🧀 anon :)

MDNI !!! SMUT AHEAD

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cw : AFAB reader.

He sat in his dimly lit streaming room, his head tilted back as he finished off the last of his bottle of Jack Daniels, the stream long finished. He huffed, his cheeks flushed a scarlet pink hue, he reached up to rub at his temples as he leaned back on his chair. He was feeling needy, a very specific need. He looked around for a moment before calling for you. "Doll, where the hell are you?" He called out, when he didn't get an immediate answer, he huffed and grumbled as he got up, stumbling on his feet a bit from the alcohol running through his system as he made his way out of the room.

He began to look for you around the house, calling your name.* "y/n? I know you’re around here somewhere” He called again, It wasn't long before he found you, lying in your shared bed with your headphones on; you perked your head up, noticing his entry. “done streaming?” you asked, sliding your headphones off your ears, a smile spreading across your face as you noticed his flushed face and tousled hair.

He only nodded in response, stumbling over to the bed and flopping himself down next to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck with a huff. Now that he was close enough for you to get a good look at him, you could see his rosy cheeks and flushed expression. you chuckled, gently running a hand through his brown locks.

“missed you.” He mumbled into your skin as he pulled himself closer against you, the warmth of his breath against your neck causing you to shiver softly. his rough, calloused hand slid to rest on the side of your waist, the other remained wrapped around you. He buried his face further into the crook of your neck, slowly becoming more desperate, pressing sloppy kisses on your collarbone.

His hand began to wander from your waist to beneath the fabric of your shirt as he grew more needy. He nipped at your sensitive skin, breathing softly against you, a mumbled “y/n” escaping his lips. you shivered, “hm?” you hummed in response. He looked up at you with his dark brown eyes, pupils slightly dilated. He looked half out of it, rosy flush spread across his skin. He looked at you expectantly, almost desperate.

he ran his hand over the soft skin of your abdomen. “Need you,” he mumbled as he began to nip and kiss down your body, traveling from your collarbone to the hem of your pajama pants, leaving sloppy kisses in various places. His breath ghosted across your skin as his hand reached up to wander over your upper body, rough hands groping at your chest before slowly moving further down; trailing to your thighs. “johnathan— we cant, you’re drunk” you huffed, pushing his hands away.

“I’m not that drunk,” he said gruffly, putting his back on the hem of your pants, tugging lightly like a bratty child wanting attention. “Come on,” he whined, “You want me too, don’t you doll?” He continued. an almost silent whine erupted from your throat, feeling heat spread across your core at the sight of him so disheveled and needy. god—you wanted him just as badly. “we cant..” you whimpered, covering your mouth as your chest heaved, your body growing insanely hot.

He began to grow frustrated, and a small pout formed on his face, “please?” He practically pleaded, looking up at you with glossy eyes, now pleading. “just let me feel you..” he mumbled. he roughly tugged your pants down to your ankles, inducing shocked yelp from your throat. he let out a shaky breath, marveling at your exposed panties.

he gripped your thighs, savagely forcing your legs apart. you only trembled, your entire body flushing a vibrant shade of pink. he looked up at you with a lustful, primal gaze, his once glossy eyes now darkened with lust. “so fuckin’ sexy” he muttered huskily, his voice raspy. he lazily kissed over your clothed clit, the sudden warmth causing a shiver to run down your spine.

he abruptly stood up, wobbling a bit; slatternly sliding his gym shorts and boxers down to his ankles, briskly freeing his thick cock, tip already shiny and leaking precum. he roughly grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. “johnny— wait— wait a minute—“ you stammered. He looked at you as if were prey, ignoring your plea. he let out raspy, throaty breaths as he abruptly slid your panties to the side.

he licked his lips, “god— you’re irresistible.” he spoke bearishly, bracing himself on your hips as he slid into you. You winced and tensed as he pushed deeper into you, soft whimpers erupting from your throat as he slid all the way inside of you. He’s aggressive and rough, gripping at your hips so tightly they’d probably bruise, pulling out just to the tip before thrusting back in, setting a fast yet steady pace.

“thats it doll, take it— fuck—” he groaned, Your breathing was fast, your eyes were glassy and your moans were desperate and needy, a spew of low grunts and moans left his lips, feeling your cunt tighten around him as your legs shook. he threw his head back, letting out deep, gutteral groans as you roughly gripped his shoulders.

His thrusts became less rhythmic and more sloppy, his high was reaching, quicker than usual thanks to the heightened sensation from the alcohol. “oh god— fuck— baby” he moaned, his voice high pitched as you clenched around him tightly, it even more was enough to send him over the edge.

the sensation of his pubes rubbing against your core making your body shiver. He came with a low groan, you whimpered feeling him release deep into your womb. he collapsed on top of you and heaved, burying his head into the crook of your neck, kissing your cheek before pulling out of you.

[theonottsbxtch]

PREACHER’S DAUGHTER FINAL PART | MV1

an: i bet you guys thought i forgot about this, i didn't. i just didn't want to say goodbye to them just yet because this is officially the end of our favourite couple. i'm defo going to miss them a lot and i hope you enjoyed them as much as i did.

wc: 3.6k

previous part

THE HOUSE WAS QUIETER than it used to be. It wasn’t silent—there was no such thing in a house with three kids, even if they were teenagers now—but the chaos had mellowed into a rhythm.

Theo, now eighteen, had shot up like a weed and was nearly as tall as Max. He spent most of his time tinkering in the garage with his dad, learning the ins and outs of engines and dreaming about rebuilding the motorbike Max had never fully let go of.

Mary-Ann, sixteen and the spitting image of her mother, had inherited her sass and determination. She was perched at the kitchen table, headphones on, doing homework—or pretending to, judging by the way she was doodling flowers in the margins of her notebook.

And Daniel, their youngest, now twelve, was sprawled on the living room floor with a pile of Legos, determined to construct the "coolest car ever" and occasionally asking Max for design advice. 

Max leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee. The years had been kind to him, though there was a little more grey in his beard and a few more lines around his eyes. He wore them well, a testament to a life lived fully.

His gaze drifted to his wife, who was standing at the stove flipping pancakes. She hummed under her breath, her hair tied up in a loose bun, a familiar warmth radiating from her. The sight of her, even after all these years, still made his heart skip a beat.

“Need a hand, angel?” he asked, setting his mug down.

She glanced over her shoulder with a smile. “I’ve got it. You just make sure Daniel doesn’t eat the syrup straight out of the bottle again.”

Max chuckled, ruffling Daniel’s hair as he walked past. “You hear that, buddy? No syrup until the pancakes are on the plate.”

Daniel groaned but nodded, his focus back on his Legos.

Once the pancakes were ready, the family gathered around the table, the smell of maple syrup and butter filling the room. Theo and Mary-Ann bickered over who got the last pancake until their mum intervened, splitting it in half with a raised brow that said don’t push your luck.

Max leaned back in his chair, watching his family with quiet contentment. They weren’t perfect—there were still squabbles, slammed doors, and the occasional teenage attitude—but they were his. They were hers. And they’d built this life together, brick by brick, from nothing.

Later that day, Max and Theo were in the garage, going over the specs of a carburetor Theo had salvaged from the junkyard.

“Think we can make it work?” Theo asked, his voice filled with the kind of excitement only an eighteen year old with a dream to take over his dad’s garage could muster.

Max grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “We can make anything work if we put in the effort.”

Mary-Ann wandered in, rolling her eyes, hands glued to her phone - something Max realised she was doing more often. “Mum said you two need to stop talking about car parts long enough to eat lunch. Also, Daniel wants to know if he can use the drill.”

But Max chose peace and never mentioned it as he snorted “Absolutely not.”

Mary-Ann smirked. “I told him you’d say that.”

When dinner rolled around, Max watched as her phone lit up and she smiled. All of this had started innocently enough. Mary-Ann had come home from school, cheeks pink and a slight bounce in her step, and casually mentioned during dinner that a boy had asked her out on a date.

She might as well have set off a grenade.

Theo, who had been lazily poking at his mashed potatoes, froze mid-bite. His eyes snapped up to his sister with the kind of intensity usually reserved for critical engine failures. “I’m sorry, what?”

Daniel, sitting next to him, dropped his fork entirely. At twelve, he wasn’t entirely sure what “dating” entailed, but he knew enough to side with his older brother. “Nope. Not happening.”

Even Max, who had been chewing a piece of chicken, paused. He set down his knife and fork, leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms. “Who’s this kid?”

Mary-Ann groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my gosh, this is why I didn’t want to say anything!”

Her mum, sitting at the head of the table, was trying—and failing—not to laugh. She sipped her water to hide her grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Let the poor girl live, you three.”

But the boys were relentless.

Theo, the self-appointed enforcer, turned to Mary-Ann with a raised brow. “What’s his name? Is he in your grade? What’s his deal?”

Daniel piped up, his brows furrowed in a stern expression that would have been intimidating if he weren’t still twelve. “Does he know we’ve got a garage full of tools? And Dad has a hammer?”

Max nodded sagely, playing along. “Big hammer.”

Mary-Ann threw up her hands. “You guys are ridiculous! It’s just one date!”

Theo leaned forward, fixing her with a deadpan stare. “And that’s how it starts. First it’s one date, and then he’s calling you all the time, and then—”

“—he’s asking you to marry him!” Daniel chimed in, clearly pleased with his contribution.

Max smirked, glancing at his wife. “We’re just looking out for her, angel. Can’t have some punk kid messing with our Mary-Ann.”

She shook her head, laughing softly. “She’s sixteen, Max. Let her figure it out.”

Mary-Ann crossed her arms, glaring at her family. “You’re all the worst. Mum, do something!”

But her mum just shrugged, biting back another laugh. “Sorry, sweetheart. You’re on your own. This is way too entertaining.”

Mary-Ann groaned, pushing back from the table. “I can’t believe you guys! I’m going to my room.”

As she stomped off, Theo called after her. “You’re not leaving this house until we meet him!”

Daniel added, “And I’m bringing the hammer!”

Max, unable to resist, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “BIG hammer!”

Her mum finally burst out laughing, shaking her head as she looked at her husband and sons. “You three are unbelievable.”

Max grinned, leaning back in his chair. “What can I say? We’re a protective bunch.”

Daniel puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Mum! We’re protecting her honour.”

She rolled her eyes, still smiling. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate it one day. Maybe.”

Max winked at her. “Just doing our duty, angel.”

And that day did roll around.

The atmosphere in the head teacher’s office was tense—at least, it was supposed to be. Theo sat in the chair next to his parents, arms crossed, chin jutting out defiantly like a boxer after a victory. His knuckles were still a little red, and there was a faint smudge of what could only be described as "evidence" on his school blazer.

The head teacher, a middle-aged man with a thin mustache and a receding hairline, sighed heavily as he glanced over the disciplinary report in front of him. “Mr. and Mrs. Verstappen, I’ve called you here because your son, Theo, punched another student today. Quite hard, I might add.”

Mary-Ann, sitting to the side with her own chair, looked both embarrassed and secretly pleased as she avoided her brother's gaze.

Max sat back, trying—really trying—not to crack a smile. He’d been biting the inside of his cheek since they arrived, but the mental image of Theo landing the punch was too much. His lips twitched dangerously, and he coughed to cover the beginnings of a chuckle.

His wife shot him a sharp look. “Max.” Her voice was low, a warning in one word.

Theo, sensing the opportunity for backup, jumped in. “It wasn’t my fault! He called Mary-Ann a...a...” He hesitated, glancing nervously at his mother.

The head teacher cleared his throat uncomfortably. “A ‘church freak,’ I believe, was the term used. Followed by...other comments.”

Max’s lips pressed together tightly, his shoulders shaking as he fought the laugh bubbling up. He turned his head away, trying to disguise it as clearing his throat.

Theo, emboldened by his dad’s silent support, added, “Yeah, so I punched him! Right in the mouth.” He demonstrated with his fist, making a swooping motion like a dramatic action movie. “I didn’t even miss!”

Max lost it. A short laugh burst out before he could stop it, and he quickly turned it into a cough. His wife’s head snapped toward him. “Max Emilian!”

Her tone was scolding, but there was a flicker of amusement she couldn’t quite hide.

Max held up his hands in mock surrender. “What? The kid’s got good aim!”

The head teacher looked horrified. “Mr. Verstappen, this is hardly something to celebrate. Violence is unacceptable under any circumstances—”

“He started it!” Theo interrupted, glaring at the head teacher.

Max leaned forward, his voice mock-serious. “Way to go, buddy.” He reached out and fist-bumped Theo before his wife could stop him.

She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Max, you’re not helping.”

Mary-Ann finally spoke up, her voice small. “He only did it because he was sticking up for me. It’s...kind of sweet.”

Her mum sighed, turning her attention back to Theo. “Theo, you can’t just go around punching people, no matter what they say.”

Theo blinked at her, his face scrunching up in confusion. “But Dad did. He punched your dad, and no one told him off.”

Max froze, wide-eyed. “Whoa, whoa, let’s not drag me into this.”

But his wife turned to him, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “Oh no, you’re definitely getting dragged into this. Theo wouldn’t be punching anyone if you hadn’t decked my dad in front of him.”

Max rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “I mean...to be fair, your dad deserved it.”

“And that’s exactly what Theo thinks about this kid!” She gestured at their son, who looked increasingly smug.

The head teacher cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the conversation. “Mr. and Mrs. Verstappen, while I understand the context, the school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. Theo will need to serve a two-day suspension.”

Max shrugged. “Two days? That’s not bad. Maybe we can—”

His wife slapped his arm lightly. “Stop encouraging him!”

Theo grinned, clearly unrepentant, and looked up at his dad. “Can we go home now?”

Max ruffled his hair. “Sure thing, champ. You earned a break.”

His wife threw her hands in the air, muttering something about boys and her fate of living with three of them. Despite her frustration, though, there was a small smile on her face as they walked out of the office.

As Max and Theo bolted out of the school building, laughter echoing in the hallway as they raced each other to the parking lot, she shook her head with a small, amused smile. Mary-Ann stayed by her side, clutching her school bag as they walked together at a slower pace.

Her daughter’s quietness didn’t go unnoticed. She looked down, noticing how Mary-Ann stared at the floor, her brows furrowed in thought. Gently, she placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“You okay, baby?” she asked softly.

Mary-Ann shrugged, hesitating for a moment. “I guess. Just...what that kid said about me at school.”

Her heart sank. She crouched down a little to meet Mary-Ann’s eyes, pausing in the hallway. “It’s okay if it upset you, you know. What he said was mean, and he was wrong.”

Mary-Ann chewed her lip, looking conflicted. “He called me a ‘church freak.’ I guess I don’t really know if I am one. Is it...bad?”

She felt her chest tighten at the vulnerability in her daughter’s voice. She took Mary-Ann’s hand and gave it a squeeze, guiding her to sit on a nearby bench where they could talk.

“I know how you feel,” she admitted after a moment. “When I was your age, I got called things like that too. Kids made fun of me for going to church, for praying, for all the little things I believed in. And it hurt.”

Mary-Ann blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Really? You got made fun of too?”

She nodded. “I did. A lot. But you know what? It doesn’t matter what they think. You don’t have to go to church just because I do. If you don’t like it, or if it makes you feel weird, you don’t have to keep going.”

Mary-Ann looked up at her in surprise. “You mean that?”

Her heart twisted as she nodded. Christianity was such a core part of her own life, something that had anchored her during her darkest moments. Letting go of the idea of her children growing up in the church wasn’t easy, but she also knew she couldn’t force it. Faith had to be their choice.

“I do, baby. What’s most important is that you feel comfortable. It’s not about what Dad or I want for you—it’s about what you want for yourself. Okay?”

For a moment, Mary-Ann said nothing, her little face thoughtful. Then she smiled, small but genuine. “I like going to church. I like Sunday school, and singing the songs. And I don’t care if kids at school think it’s weird.”

She felt a wave of relief and pride as she pulled her daughter into a hug. “That’s my girl. You’re so brave, you know that?”

Mary-Ann grinned against her shoulder. “Thanks, Mum.”

The sound of Max and Theo shouting in the distance broke the tender moment, and she shook her head as she helped Mary-Ann up.

“Come on. Let’s see if those two actually waited for us at the car or if they’re already halfway through that oil change.”

Mary-Ann giggled. “Dad’s definitely winning. Theo’s fast, but Dad’s faster.”

“Let’s go find out.” She smiled, holding Mary-Ann’s hand as they walked toward the parking lot.

Later that day, when the sun set and all of them had packed up the dinner table, Max found himself curled up on the sofa with his wife. His arm was draped around her shoulders, her head resting on his chest, their legs tangled as they relished a rare quiet moment. The kids had been unusually calm after dinner, and they’d taken full advantage of the lull.

But the calm didn’t last.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke through the peace, and all three kids came bounding into the room. Theo was leading the charge, with Mary-Ann and little Daniel trailing close behind, their faces lit up with excitement and mischief.

Max groaned, shifting slightly but keeping her close. “There goes the quiet.”

She smiled, sitting up just as Theo hopped onto the armrest of the couch. Mary-Ann plopped herself between her parents, while Daniel crawled up onto Max’s lap, nestling in without hesitation. At his age of 12, he just got away with it.

“What’s up, guys?” his wife asked, amused by their sudden energy.

Theo spoke first, his voice laced with curiosity. “How did you guys meet?”

She exchanged a look with Max, one eyebrow raised. “Where’s this coming from?”

Mary-Ann piped up, clearly eager to share. “We were looking in Dad’s office—”

Max’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Wait, wait. You were snooping in my garage? What were you doing in there?”

Daniel, ever the bold one, looked up at his dad with an innocent expression. “Pictures! We saw pictures!”

Theo nodded, practically bouncing now. “Yeah, pictures of you two when you were younger! You looked so different, Mum. And Dad didn’t have any grey hairs!”

Max snorted. “Gee, thanks, bud. Remind me who gave me these grey hairs.” He shot a mock glare at Theo, who grinned unrepentantly.

Their mother, who was laughing now, shook her head as she ruffled Mary-Ann’s hair. “You guys found the old photos, huh?”

Mary-Ann nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. “Mum, you looked so pretty in your dress, and Dad looked cool with his jacket and helmet.”

Max smirked, leaning back into the couch. “Cool, huh? You hear that, Angel? They think I’m cool.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re inflating his ego, guys. So, why do you want to know how we met?”

Daniel, still snuggled in Max’s lap, whispered conspiratorially, “Was it like a movie?”

Max chuckled, wrapping an arm around Daniel. “Sort of. It started with a Church and a bit of my chivalry. And maybe a little bad timing.”

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with fond memories. “He was as stubborn as he is today, kept offering to carry some boxes for me.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Max teased, brushing a kiss against her temple.

Theo leaned forward, his curiosity insatiable. “So, you just saw Mum and were like, ‘She’s the one’?”

Max pretended to think for a moment. “Pretty much. Your mum was gorgeous. Still is. But it wasn’t just that. She had this thing about her—strong, determined, kind. She made me feel like maybe I could be a better man.”

She rolled her eyes but was clearly touched. “Oh, stop. You’re making me blush.”

Mary-Ann sighed dreamily. “That’s so cute. I want a love story like that one day.”

Max groaned dramatically, covering his face with a hand. “No. Absolutely not. You’re staying single forever.”

Mary-Ann smacked his arm lightly, laughing. “Dad!”

Daniel, trying to stay on topic, asked, “Then what happened? After the parking lot?”

She smiled, pulling her kids’ attention to her. “A lot happened. We fell in love. We got married. And then we had you guys. And that’s the best part of the whole story.”

As the laughter faded and the kids began settling down, she found herself staring at the curious, innocent faces of her children. Their questions had slowed, but the warmth of the moment lingered, leaving her with a quiet space to think.

The memories came rushing back—the hurried whispers in the dark, the rumble of Max’s motorbike as they fled the life she’d desperately wanted to escape. The fear, the uncertainty, and the overwhelming relief when she finally felt free.

They deserve to know, she thought, her gaze drifting to Theo, who was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, and Mary-Ann, who was resting her head against her shoulder. Even Daniel, with his sleepy eyes and little fingers clutching Max’s sleeve.

But how could she tell them? How could she explain the life she’d left behind without tainting their view of the world? Of family?

Her chest tightened at the thought. What if knowing changed how they saw her? Or worse, how they saw Max?

She bit her lip, glancing at him. He was leaning back on the couch, his arm resting along the backrest, his other hand absently ruffling Daniel’s hair. His eyes caught hers, and his brow quirked slightly, a silent question: You okay?

She nodded subtly, offering him a small smile.

No, she decided. Not now. Not yet.

They were still so young, their world so pure. If she told them the truth, it wouldn’t be to satisfy curiosity or ease her own conscience—it would have to be necessary, something they were ready to hear. And she would know when that moment came.

For now, she tucked the thoughts away, sealing them behind the same mental door she’d locked so many years ago.

And that’s how life was for the Verstappens.

Years passed, but the heart of their family never wavered. She and Max, once two young souls bound by circumstance and love, had built a life that was both imperfect and extraordinary.

The children grew, each carving their own paths in the world. Theo, ever protective and headstrong, went on to study engineering, inspired by the hours spent in the garage with his dad. He eventually took over the family’s repair shop, rebranding it with a sleek new sign that read “Verstappen & Son’s Auto.” He still teased Mary-Ann mercilessly but remained her fiercest defender.

Mary-Ann, with her gentle strength and quiet faith, became a teacher. She carried her mother’s warmth into the classroom, where she guided and inspired children from all walks of life. Her love for the church endured, but she carried it as her own, unpressured by anyone. She often joked with her parents that her students were easier to handle than her brothers.

And Daniel—sweet, clever Daniel—emerged as the family dreamer. With a heart as big as his father’s and a mind as sharp as his mother’s, he pursued a career in writing, crafting stories that captured the chaos and beauty of family life. His parents swore they recognised pieces of themselves in his characters, though he always denied it with a smirk.

She and Max grew older, their once fiery love mellowing into something deeper and even more unshakable. The garage was still Max’s domain, though he worked less and spent more time tinkering for fun. She often joined him, still the same girl who’d fallen for him in that tiny trailer all those years ago.

The white picket fence eventually aged, its paint chipping in places, but it stood strong—just like them. Sunday dinners became a cherished tradition, with laughter filling the house as their children and, later, their grandchildren gathered around the same worn dining table.

In the end, their lives weren’t perfect. They had their disagreements, their challenges, their moments of doubt. But they always had each other, and that made all the difference.

And as they sat together on the porch in their twilight years, Max’s hand in hers, the memories of their wild, beautiful journey were enough to fill a lifetime.

Because that’s how life was for the Verstappens—a story of love, resilience, and the kind of family you fight for, cherish, and hold onto forever.

the end.

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[worldsaparted]

makeout session with daniel larusso ?? where it's very sweet and soft and passionate yet heated and heavy at the same time ?? if you're okay with it of course —♡

yes of course! thank u for requesting <3

storage room - daniel larusso

as senior year nearly came to an end, every class became pointless. y/n sat in her own class, sighing in complete and utter boredom as she leaned her head against her arm, tapping her pencil with the other.

mr. wilson loved to go on rants about his own personal life, and he was doing so now - it was around 43 minutes into that where y/n’s view shifted from him to daniel who discreetly yet purposely walked past her classroom window. her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. ‘what?’ she mouthed, watching him point to the indoor hallways.

he fixed his hair, attempting to act natural as he walked by, and he then pulled out a piece of paper that he clearly had just put together. y/n’s eyes scanned the paper, her eyes squinted as she studied it. “meet me.” she read it aloud, in a small whisper under her breath and gave a tilt of her head before reluctantly nodding to daniel who held his hands together as if begging.

“mr wilson?”

so within five minutes, y/n was out of her classroom due to her terrible “period cramps” that she couldn’t seem to get rid of. she held her class books, glancing around in search for daniel and as she watched down the hallway - she was caught off guard by the storage room door cracking open, and she gave an awkward glance over just in case it was a staff member.

thankfully, it wasn’t. daniel fully opened it and held his hand out, pulling her in and shutting the door behind her. his eyes lit up at the sight of her, and y/n gave a quick smile before speaking up. “what happen-”

her question was cut off by daniel’s parted lips against hers, he helped her remove her backpack and placed it by his before continuing to kiss her, gently yet continuously. his lips unable to leave hers.

daniel’s hands met her waist, rubbing her sides as he kissed her, sighing against her lips in pure content. “i missed you.” he admitted, smiling into the kiss and he let out a soft groan once her hand met the back of his head to play with his hair.

y/n wanted to respond, but really - she couldn’t seem to do anything but kiss him back. her insides turned at the way his hands travelled her body, and the way his teeth bit her lower lip in order to give himself an entrance to her mouth.

daniel slipped his tongue in without any hesitation at all, and he was pleasantly surprised to feel hers clash with his own.

something about them nearly finishing their senior year together intensified everything. they were about to go out into the real world together, and nothing excited the two more than the thought of living with one another, being with one another.

he muttered casual i love you’s against her lips throughout the kiss that she reciprocated, and at one point - he did pull back. his hair was now disheveled, and her lipstick was slightly smeared against his lips - though still, they admired one another. daniel fixed her hair, pushing a strand back behind her ear. a smile crept onto his lips, and her face burned at the sight of him gazing at her like so.

this time, y/n leaned in. she pressed a desperate open mouthed kiss against his lips and daniel sighed into it, his hands grabbing her waist firmly before they travelled down to her ass, softly rubbing her and smiling as he did so.

y/n kept her hands firmly around his neck, keeping herself as close as she could. it was heavy, rough kisses that came from both of them, unable to really control the way they felt now. daniel took his left hand off of her to then slip under her blouse, and caress her back until his hand stopped at her bra clip. after a few seconds, his hands continued to roam under her shirt, and y/n’s lips left his to kiss a trail against his jawline, softly.

daniel groaned in pleasure, and he muttered the smallest, “don’t stop.” under his breath, and to that - y/n only continued, making her way down to his neck. he leaned down for her to get a better position. she was pinned against the shelves, and his head hung just over her shoulder, leaning against hers.

she kissed him tenderly, leaving small marks for him and only him to find. daniel wanted nothing more than to be at his house with her, or in his car - but they were stuck here and at that fact, he cursed himself.

he began to kiss her head, making his way down to the back of her neck, and he nibbled there, his hands rubbing her waist firmly, holding her against him.

soon, their kisses were cut off by the sounds of the school bell ringing, and they had both pulled away, groaning and staring at the door before slowly meeting eyes again.

“can i take you back to mine?” daniel asked, breathless. he earned a quick nod from his girlfriend, and immediately, he grabbed their bags, his hand clinging onto hers as he pulled her out of the room, ignoring the glances from their peers.

[getmeoutofhell]

I DESPERATELY need more horror/slasher house content 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Groceries

slasher house x reader

“that shouldn’t be an issue. i don’t mind going to get the groceries while you clean up.” you nodded your head as you talked to hannibal. he had asked you to get the groceries while he cleaned up around the house, which with your kind nature you obviously agreed. in your opinion hannibal and daniel was definitely one of the more ‘calm’ people in the house if that makes sense. they were definitely the people you would go talk to if you had any problems going on, so of course if there’s a way for you to repay them, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“thank you y/n, i really appreciate it. to show my appreciation, i will make you your favorite dessert after dinner.” he slightly smiles at you, before handing you the grocery list. your eyes had lit up when he said dessert, so you knew today was gonna be a good day.

fast forward some time, and you’re back at the house with the groceries. you had to ask jason and michael to help you pack them inside but still, you got it done. after everything was settled, hannibal started cooking dinner, and which art had decided that it would be the perfect time for him to go fuck with hannibal in the kitchen. that’s not a good idea. as you go to retrieve him from the kitchen, you see hannibal smacking the back of arts head with his hand, yelling at him to get out. you tried not to laugh at the situation, but you failed miserably, busting out into laughter at the sight. you see art start pouting as he left the kitchen, with you following him. “art i keep trying to tell you, don’t go in the kitchen while he’s in there.” he rolls his eyes at your statement before wandering off back to the basement. he’s such a funny man.

it’s now 8pm and you are playing uno with the group in the living room. billy loomis was sitting on the left side of you, while jennifer was on the right. freddy placed down a draw 4 card and called red, causing billy to cuss out profanities and calling his move “unfair”. jennifer tells him to suck it up as he draws the card, making him snarl at her. “what the fuck am i supposed to even do?!?! this game is bullshit.” here goes patrick again, complaining about something no one asked him to even do in the first place. you shake your head, no even caring to respond to him. “well you ocd fuck, no one asked you to place in the first place.” freddy said, making some of the guys laugh at him. patrick then says that this game is for babies and throws down his cards then leaves the room. everyday you wonder about him.

after the game of uno with the group it was time for bed. well, bed for hannibal and will you should say, everyone else stays up till like fucking 3am or something. as you guys were watching a movie, you looked to the side of you and noticed valak staring at you…again. “what do you want?” you heard no response like usual. “anyways.” you turn your head back to the tv. “this movie is suck a classic.” said stu. you nodded your head in agreement. hopefully tonight you can convince art to take a bath, or maybe not who knows.

how could i forget to mention that its halloween!! that means people are out, killing. isn’t that great?? you dressed up as your favorite slasher and even gave them candy after bed time. (you probably shouldn’t have don’t that, considering that fact that brahms was up all fucking night.)

happy halloween from me!! 🎃

[cheoridoll]

distraction —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: none, just something cute

words counted: 1.582

includes: just Robby like a puppy after his love

playlist for the fic: spotify. | forgive the bad english! it's not my first language.

A toss or a distraction, Robby felt useless at this point in the day, sitting on the couch at his half-brother's house, while staring at the turned off television, totally disconnected from his current reality, only remembering how he was used by a girl. And damn, he liked it. He couldn't deny that he was like a puppy, obeying all the orders of the tough rookie girl, the one who arrived suddenly, the distant female cousin of the Larusso family. Because Daniel loved her, she was like a daughter to him.

At first, he just wanted revenge, now he finds himself in love with his own karma.

"Hey bro, grab your backpack, let's go to school" — Miguel said, throwing the backpack against Keene's rigid body, waking up to life, as his father would say.

He forgot so much about the world outside his head, that he also ended up forgetting why he was awake so early. School.

"Shit! Miguel, did you do the french work?" — like a light bulb, it lit up his mind. He spent so much time focused on Larusso that he left aside his obligations, like an idiot in love, preferring to remain in the illusion of his own daydreams.

"Yes, I did." — he agreed, transforming his expression into a somewhat confused one, eyebrows drawn together and mouth half open.

"Put my name? Please!" — he asked with a huge pout on his lips, making Diaz understand and laugh loudly at the gesture.

"Okay, but stop making that weird face."

Robby was getting more and more electric as the hours passed, excited for class after lunch. Arts had become one of his recent passions. He loved painting feelings, the most recent being the common mix of love and fear, which he affectionately nicknamed "chocolate and pepper." Love creates artists, it created Robby, and disappointment makes them better. But deep down, I hoped it would continue as an unfinished creation.

Keene continued rambling in his head, and all paths ironically led him to her, to her beautiful hair, penetrating, oblique and hidden gaze. He hated love, he hated being attracted to someone who held him up like a spear, a fucking distraction.

"Where are you looking, Keene?" — Robby's head went straight to the empty food plate, making the blow have a greater impact, his face burned with pain, his throat wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

"Shit Kyler, get out of here you idiot." — Miguel accompanied him.

Kyler had been thinking about the guy with the clear eyes in recent days, vowing to give him a good beating one day, also stating that he would at least see where the blow came from. No sooner said than done. After the crash, he became dizzy, it wasn't like he had the strength to stand up there, his face was fucked up, he lost consciousness, he even lost sight of the fact that one of the shards of glass had flown onto his shoulder. Damn the day he decided to wear a shirt with a loose collar. I lifted the table, still tipping sideways and my vision was blurred, holding his belly, as if that would give him more balance. Kyler saw the biggest opportunity, turned his body and kicked the other person's heel, knocking Robby to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Miguel tried to advance towards the other, but was stopped by the idiots, cowardly held by three people. While struggling, Kyler threw the first kick.

"Oh, Kyler!" — a female voice tore through the place.

There were feelings in the speech, not so positive so to speak, perhaps hatred, anger with a hint of jealousy.

"Only I can mess with my blond." — ran towards the brunette, kicking him away from Keene, his kicks were high, Kyler didn't really know how to attack at that moment, nor did he know if he should, opting to take small steps backwards while using defense.

"Are you such a coward that you can't just slap me?"

He attacked her with hatred, threw her body to the ground and stood on top of her torso, while holding the thin collar of the girl's blouse, ready to throw the first punch. She smiled, not an ordinary smile, a devilish smile, and the surprise came with her tears, a desolate and fearful look.

"What's going on in that cafeteria?" — shouted the director, who with heavy steps walked towards Kyler, taking him off the girl.

Behind him was Daniel, who was helping prepare the dance that night.

"Uncle, I tried to defend my friend, but when I saw..." — he burst into tears, being lifted from the ground by his uncle, who hugged him carefully.

"Fine my love." - Larusso left the girl leaning against one of the tables, heading towards the body of the former apprentice. With compassion the silence against his body, the support between his arms in the most comfortable way he could.

"Are you okay, Robby?" Nothing was said, he was still dizzy from all the blows and the coffee didn't help his anxiety at that moment.

"Uncle, I'm going to take him to the infirmary, okay?"

"Okay, princess, I'm going to go to the principal's office and sort out this mess." — The older man left, while Larusso placed Robby's arm over his shoulders, in order to avoid another contact between the other person's body and the ground.

"Robby, look at me, tell me it's okay." — He requested. "I..." - he paused, completely rethinking that moment.

"Take me to the infirmary straight away."

Without saying anything else, she took him there, the silence killed them, I missed their diverse conversations. In the end, Robby felt a little hurt, beyond the physical.

"Tell me sweetie, why are you like this?" — asked the one with locks, bringing her fingers to the other's injured face. "I know you're strong and you'd take him down whenever you wanted."

"You. I'm like this because of you." — he took his arm away and threw himself on the sofa in the infirmary.

Karla, the nurse, was at least scared by how deformed Keene was, after all, he was at a school where practically every day there were around three students injured after a hidden fight. I'll get the ice. - was the only thing he said before leaving.

"What did I do, Robby"

"Everything, just answer me one thing before I tell you to leave this room and leave me alone." — He shouted. He was more upset than actually angry, in order to just take her away from his mind and heart for a few minutes.

"Am I what to you? Cheap fun, love." — he laughed to himself. "forget the last part, I must be some idiot that you only catch when you feel like it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" — he raised his right eyebrow.

"I love you so much, and look, if I didn't show you signs of that, it's because I'm insecure. Robby, you have anyone at your feet, your exes are incredibly perfect, they fight well, they are beautiful... " —she sat next to him.

"I'm afraid of not being good enough like they were."

"I should slap you for thinking like that." — he joked.

Not that he had the courage to lift a finger at her, he loved her in a ridiculous way, which sometimes found it strange.

"I love you, I love you in a way that I've never loved anyone else and you can bet that you're the only one I want to have in my life, or better yet, build one."

"I called him, I'm not good enough to fight someone experienced yet." — she laughed, throwing his body against hers, to create a hug.

"You're over the top, Keene." — she leaned his torso, kissing the wound on the older man's face close to the wound.

"No, I'm just ridiculously in love with the new girl. In fact, how did you know the director was coming?"

"Needy. For you." - they laughed.

"Look, you kicked very well, I was quite jealous of what the highs were."

"I don't even know how I did that, I just wanted to protect you at any cost."

"Damn girl. I love you so much that I could go to hell just for you."

he didn't want hell, he wanted heaven, the roof of her mouth, to calm her busy and stressful days. The calm kiss, full of desire and passion no longer repressed, was everything they wanted and what they finally got.

[nabipumpum]

𐙚 Pay attention. ᴹᵒ ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡˡᵉ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Pairing - Mo Danielle X f!reader

Genre - fluff

Synopsis - After working so hard, just the comfort of being with and receiving your girlfriend's attention is the best thing in the world.

Warnings - established relationship, they kiss twice (I really tried to write a kiss scene but I don't think it was good), it wasn't revised and it was done quickly, It's small so sorry.

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“Hey, can you turn that off?” you hugged Danielle's waist, the girl smiled and almost immediately turned off her cell phone.

It was a long week for the two of you, with busy schedules for both of you and so you barely had time to talk or see each other, but then you both were free on the same days and decided to spend them together after a long time without seeing each other. You missed your girlfriend so much, as much as she missed you, you both had to hug pillows at night to make up for the fact that you couldn't hug each other.

"Sorry." She turned and wrapped her arms around you, you snuggled into her warmth and comfort. You smelled her and it made your body relax. Dani made you feel at home, always after a difficult day all you wanted was to be in her arms and enjoy her company.

“I missed you so much.” You squeezed the girl and felt a smile against your skin, she pulled away enough to look into your eyes and brushed a few strands out of your face.

“I missed you too, a lot.” you smiled and buried your face in the crook of the girl's neck.

You and Danielle have been dating for 10 months and you can't explain how you were so happy with her, you met at school and the two of you followed each other until you became trainees in different companies and joined your respective groups, but that didn't keep you apart, especially because After a while she ended up confessing her feelings for you, that was probably one of the happiest days of your life.

You smiled as you remembered and your girlfriend noticed it.

“You are smiling today.” you pulled away just enough to look into her eyes.

“I was remembering when you confessed.” you saw the girl laugh embarrassedly and blush, she hid her face in your neck, a habit she started doing whenever she felt a little embarrassed, you love it.

“That was shameful.” you laughed and held her face in your hand, slightly moving away from you. She buried her head in the pillow again and hid her face with her hands, you raised yourself a little over her and held her hands gently.

“It was cute.” you slowly moved the girl's hands away until you could see her face again, your eyes lit up at the sight. The sight of Dani blushing, smiling and with her eyes shining will always be one of the best sights for you, with complete reason, who wouldn't think so?

“I was so nervous.” You smiled and leaned closer. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“What kind of question is that?” She laughed again and moved her hand to the back of your neck, your eyes fell on her pink lips.

“You look like someone who wants to kiss me.” you pulled away and playfully rolled your eyes.

“You have a big ego.” You sat down and the girl did the same, but with much more indignation.

“Excuse me?” the Australian accent almost made you laugh, but of course his character was worth so much more.

“That’s what I said.” she laughed indignantly.

“Repeat.”

“You have a big ego.” You got closer as you spoke and noticed the girl's gaze falling on your lips, you smiled. “Now I think you want to kiss me.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

The girl smiled and you barely processed when she pressed her lips against yours, of course you would never refuse a kiss from your girlfriend, so you quickly pulled her closer, wrapping your arm around her waist and a hand on her cheek, you savored it. the flavor of the strawberry lip balm the girl was using as she tried to pull her closer until your bodies were almost glued together.

You got goosebumps and sighed when you felt Danielle gently run the tip of her tongue over your lips, you didn't delay in letting her do whatever she wanted. Dani managed to wrap you in a trance, forgetting that there was something around you, for you there was only her there and it was certainly the best feeling, her tongue lovingly explored your mouth while she brushed her fingers on your arms, causing you a another wave of shivers and a sigh during the kiss, which unfortunately made the girl break away to laugh a little and look at you.

"Wow." you looked at her, nothing but affection in your eyes, you admired her for a few seconds until you lightly pecked your lips on hers “You are the most beautiful girl there is.”

“You are the reason for my big ego.” You smiled and kissed her cheek.

“I don’t regret it.”

You pulled her into another kiss, this time more intense and perhaps even desperate, the two of you were completely immersed in each other, your bodies fitting together almost magnetically. Danielle's scent filled your lungs as you felt the light taste of strawberry in your mouth, your hands tightened on her waist and you could feel her hands pull your neck further, you both felt in a trance and mix of sensations as you tried have a little more of each.

Neither of you know how long that moment lasted but you, unfortunately for both of you, had to separate, both of you panting and with red cheeks. She placed her forehead against yours and smiled, just seeing her smiling made you feel filled with overwhelming happiness, perhaps you would never be able to describe how much you love Danielle.

“I love you, Dani.” your fingers caress the girl's cheek and you saw her smile widen.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

[slutdilf]

Ride you like a mustang

Pairing: Agent whiskey x male reader

Requested by anonymous; agent whiskey fic where he walks into a bar and sees reader and he talks the reader into spending the night with him and at first he’s quite reluctant but then gives in and spends the night where they both have sex and then a little cuddly fluff moment at the end as aftercare

Summary: jack daniels walks into a bar for a drink. His eyes capture you. Lonely at the bar. He decides to give you a wild a night of pleasure by having you ride him like a mustang.

Warnings: riding, handjob, manipulation (a little? Maybe idk) pet names ‘darling’ and ‘sugar’

Note: this took a while to write and I didn’t expect it to be so long. I tried to create as much as chemistry as I could.

The bar was crowded, warm with the chatter of drunken merrymakers and dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamps. Agent Jack Daniels "Whiskey" stood there alone, leaning casually against a wall with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

As the crowd swirled around him, his eyes caught the sight of you, a lone figure sitting at the bar. It was a man, young, seemingly out of place amongst the rowdy revelers. Jack couldn't quite explain it, but something about him had captured his attention.

He watched as you sipped your drink, your demeanor calm and composed in the midst of the chaos around you. It was as if he saw a kindred spirit in your solitude, something that called out to the loneliness that gnawed at the edges of his own heart. With a determined stride, Jack approached you, his confident steps bringing him to stand beside you at the bar.

His presence was a quiet force, not quite commanding, but rather exuding a sense of strength and charisma that was impossible to ignore. Glancing over at you, he caught your eye and offered a friendly grin, raising his glass in a toast-like gesture.

"A bit lively in here tonight, isn't it?" He asked, his voice smooth and honey-like, carrying a hint of Southern charm underneath the surface.

You nodded, acknowledging his presence but offering no more verbal response. Jack took this as a sign of your shyness, perhaps a bit uneasy around the boisterous company of the bar. He studied you silently for a moment, taking in your appearance and demeanor. There was something about you that intrigued him, something beyond just your appearance, though that was certainly not without its appeal.

Taking another sip of his drink, he leaned against the bar, keeping his eyes on you. "You seem like a man who values his privacy. Mind if I join you?" He asked, his words a mix of polite inquiry and something more, a subtle probe into your character.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze for the first time, your eyes betraying a flicker of uncertainty... and perhaps a hint of curiosity. After a moment of silent deliberation, you gave a subtle nod, a gesture of cautious acceptance. “sure I guess….” you said with a slight nonchalant tone

A pleased grin tugged at the corners of Jack's lips as he shifted closer, pulling out the stool next to you and taking his seat. For a moment, he simply sat there beside you, the air between you thick with the weight of unspoken expectations. He took a leisurely sip of his drink, savoring the liquid's warmth and bite as he studied you out of the corner of his eye.

"You have a name?" He asked finally, breaking the heavy silence between you.

In his mind he was already mapping out your character, looking for signs of trustworthiness and vulnerability, any hint of your life's history written in the lines of your expression your, demeanor and even the way you were holding your drink. But his voice remained casual, the friendly stranger merely making conversation rather than the spy who was scrutinizing every detail of your being. “it’s Y/N” you said taking a sip of your drink.

"Y/N," he repeated, savoring the name as it rolled off his tongue. "It suits you." A casual comment, seemingly offhand, yet chosen deliberately to gauge your reaction. His voice carried the faintest hint of a drawl, a remnant of his Mississippi roots, lending an air of warmth and charm to his words. This was all by design, subtle manipulation disguised as friendly banter.

He took another sip of his drink, studying you as he considered his next move. He couldn't help but admire your stoic demeanor, the way you held your emotions at bay like a fortress, though he sensed that behind the walls, there was something more, something that could be reached with the right approach.

"You don't seem like the type of person who frequents the bar scene often," Jack commented, his tone easy, though his words held a subtle underlying questioning, seeking confirmation of his read on you.

There was a pause, a moment of deliberation where you seemed to weigh your options, consider the wisdom of providing information to a stranger. But in the end, you responded, your voice carrying no hint of suspicion, merely a statement of fact.

"I’m not," you replied, a shrug accompanying your words. "But tonight…. I felt like getting out of the house for once."

Jack nodded in understanding, his eyes never leaving your face. He could see the fatigue that lined your features, the exhaustion of someone who carried a heavy burden. But there was something else there too, a spark of vulnerability, a glimmer of loneliness that mirrored his own.

"Sometimes we need a night out to remind ourselves we're alive," he said, his voice soft, sympathetic yet holding a hint of knowing. He swirled his drink in his hand, a silent acknowledgement of the shared sentiment.

You nodded in agreement, a brief but meaningful gesture that spoke volumes of your mutual understanding. The sounds of the crowded bar faded into the background as the two of you shared this moment of quiet connection.

Jack let the silence linger for a moment, allowing it to draw them closer together in its depths, before breaking it with a question. “You hear alone, or with friends?”

Your shoulders tensed ever so slightly at question. It was a casual inquiry, but carried a weight of significance to Jack's trained ears. He watched your reaction closely, noting the subtle change in your body language, the way your body seemed to coil into itself a little. It was a sign of discomfort, a hint of a vulnerability that ran deeper than you were willing to show.

"I suppose I'm here alone tonight," you said, your voice tinged with just the slightest edge of resignation.

Jack nodded, as if it was the answer he expected. He could read between the lines of your response, picking up on the sadness and isolation that you didn't outright say. But he didn't press the issue. Instead, he simply offered a sympathetic smile, the kind of smile that said, "so does that mean I can buy you a drink?”

You hesitated for a moment, a flicker of your previous reluctance crossing your face. But then, something in Jack's warm, charismatic smile seemed to soothe your doubts. Or perhaps a part of you was simply tired of being alone, and the prospect of a companion, even a fleeting one, was too enticing to pass up.

With a small nod, you agreed, "Sure. Sounds good."

His face lit up at your acceptance, though he was careful to keep his tone and expression casual. He lifted his hand, signaling for the bartender's attention, and ordered a drink for you, the exact variety of which was of no real consequence -- the action itself was about the sharing, the connection.

As the bartender poured the drink and slid it over to you, Jack raised his own glass in a silent toast, his eyes holding yours for a moment before he took a sip.

You mirrored his gesture, lifting your newly-acquired drink to your lips, taking a sip. The liquid's warmth and slight burn seemed to mirror the growing heat between the two of you. There was something about this stranger that disarmed you, a subtle magnetism that drew you closer, made you lower your guard a little more than you usually would.

He was attractive and confident, sure, but there was something more. Something in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability beneath the casual banter that was impossible to ignore. “so what’s a cute boy like you doing here? alone at a bar?”

His compliment was a deliberate choice of words, designed to break through your defenses with a little flattery and a subtle suggestion of more than just friendly company. And judging by the way your cheeks flushed slightly at his question, it seemed to have worked.

"I could ask you the same thing," you replied, your voice carrying just a hint of defiance, a challenge that suggested you weren't as easily flustered as he might have thought. He could almost see the walls of your fortress slowly dropping, brick by brick, though they were still far from down. “you calling me cute, darling?” he said with a charming smile. the usage of darling did definitely make your heart skip a beat

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips at his boldness, his effortless charm. There was something disarming about the way he called you ‘darling,' a term of intimacy that he had no right to use. Yet, somehow, it didn't feel unwelcome. In fact, it sent a small shiver down your spine, a sign of a dormant attraction being woken.

"so what if I did?," you quipped, taking another sip of your drink as if trying to hide the effect his charm was having on you.

"Then I'd say you have good taste, darlin'." His voice was honey-smooth, that subtle hint of a drawl adding a touch of intimacy that seemed to wrap around you like a comforting blanket. His eyes never left yours, watching with a keen attention to detail as he searched for any further sign of your softening resolve.

He knew it would take time, patience and persistence to truly break down your walls completely, but these small victories were something worth celebrating. And more importantly, they were proof that his skills and charms still had their intended effect.

You tried to maintain your cool, to keep the wall of nonchalance from crumbling. But the weight of his words and the honeyed warmth of his voice, coupled with the alcohol beginning to swirl in your system, was making it harder by the minute.

You took another sip to hide your fluster, playing it off as a casual action. "Well, it's rare a guy as... charismatic as you actually pays attention to me," you said, your words taking on a slightly playful tone to match his.

His eyes lit up at your words. There it was, the hint of vulnerability he had been probing for, the small crack in the armor that invited him in. He leaned a little closer, closing the distance between you, and responded in a voice just loud enough for you to hear over the buzz of the crowded bar.

"Then those guys were a fool to miss such a stunning sight, darlin'," he said, his words smooth and unhurried, a small token of praise meant to further weaken your remaining resolve.

The compliment was well-timed, his voice carrying the genuine warmth of sincerity. It was just enough to disarm you further, to make you lower your guard just a little more, allowing him to pull you in a little closer.

"Flattery isn't going to get you far with me," you retorted, though you couldn't help but laugh a little at your own words, the sound betraying just how easily you were giving into his charms.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as you playfully batted away his compliment, his eyes glinting with amusement. He could tell you were putting up a brave front, but the crack in your armor had widened, and he could see the vulnerability beneath.

"Now don't be like that," he said, his tone mockingly scolding, though the smile on his face gave away his genuine amusement. "A little flattery never hurt anyone, darlin'. And if it gets you just a little more talkative and relaxed, well..." He shrugged, the implication clear.

You rolled your eyes at his words, though you didn't try to deny them. "Alright, alright. You win, cowboy," you said with a small smile, the term of endearment slipping out without you even realizing it. You took another sip of your drink, using it as an excuse to look away, to give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts before they could betray you further.

As you set down your glass and turned back to him, it became harder and harder to keep your facade of nonchalance.

He noticed the slip, a small smirk playing on his lips at your unconscious choice of words. But he chose not to comment on it, not yet. Instead, he continued to simply drink in the sight of you, admiring your features, observing you as if trying to commit every detail of this moment to memory.

"What brings you out here tonight, darlin'? I assume it wasn't just to sample some of that fine house tequila," he teased, a small, amused wink accompanying his words.

You pretended to think for a moment, tapping a finger on your chin as if considering your answer. "No, actually," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "I heard that the hottest man in the country was supposed to be here tonight and just had to see for myself."

It was a harmless lie, a casual compliment meant to turn the playful banter back at him. Yet as the words left your mouth, they left behind an unmentioned truth: that in fact, the man in front of you was not far from that description.

His eyebrows raised in surprise and amusement in response to your comment, a small laugh escaping him. He was quick on his feet, though, and responded with a smirk and a raised glass. "Well, darlin', I'd say you've found him." There was a glint of something else in his eye now, a subtle confirmation that your compliment hadn't gone unappreciated.

"And as for your presence..." He paused, his tone becoming a bit more serious as he seemed to consider you. "I'd say it has enhanced this night immensely ."

You couldn't help but snort a little at his response, his confidence and charm on full display. But there was something about the way his voice dropped to a lower tone as he spoke about you that set your heart skipping a beat.

"Well, I guess we're both lucky tonight then," you replied, taking another sip of your drink and trying to hide the way your hands were beginning to shake ever so slightly. “how bout we take this drink to a more private place. I got a room upstairs in the bar.” he says with a smile as if he knew that you knew exactly what he was talking about

You couldn't help but snort a little at his response, his confidence and charm on full display. But there was something about the way his voice dropped to a lower tone as he spoke about you that set your heart skipping a beat.

"Well, I guess we're both lucky tonight then," you replied, taking another sip of your drink and trying to hide the way your hands were beginning to shake ever so slightly. “how bout we take this drink to a more private place. I got a room upstairs in the bar.” he says with a smile as if he knew that you knew exactly what he was talking about

Your heart quickened at the suggestion, the subtle implication clear. You knew it was far from innocent, but the alcohol had already made your defenses weaker, and the charm of this stranger was too enticing to resist.

You glanced around at the crowded bar, the chaos of people and noise making it impossible to think clearly. "I’m not one for one night stands ," you said, your voice betraying just a hint of the nerves you were trying to hide.

He seemed not the slightest bit phased by your statement, in fact he looked impressed, as if this was the answer he was hoping for. He leaned in a little closer, offering a conspiratorial smile that seemed to make your heart skip a beat.

"That's good to hear." he said, his voice low, his eyes locked onto yours as if trying to communicate a hidden message. "Neither am I."

Yet somehow, you doubted it.

His sincerity was convincing, but something about that last statement seemed just a bit too convenient, too well-timed. "Really?" you asked, your tone a mix of suspicion and playfulness. "And here I thought you were flirting with me just to add another notch to your belt."

His eyebrows rose a bit at your accusation, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile. "Not at all, darlin'," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of genuine surprise. "Believe it or not, those days are behind me. I'm looking for something... more."

He took a slow sip of his drink, studying you as he swallowed, as if waiting for your reaction.

"Hm." you let out a small noise of consideration, though you couldn't deny the flutter in your heart at his words. They were likely lies, a charm offensive designed to get you to drop your guard and agree to go upstairs with him. And yet, a small part of you wanted to believe him.

"More can mean a lot of things," you said finally, trying to maintain an air of playfulness. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"you ever ridden a mustang?." His voice was a little lower now, almost a murmur, carrying just a hint of the passion and desire that lay beneath the surface.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a hint of heat in your cheeks, a reminder that this was not some mere bar conversation. And yet, you continued to play along, not quite ready to surrender to the undeniable pull of attraction between you.

"Once or twice," you replied, the double meaning of the words clear. "I prefer something a little less... unruly, though."

You allowed yourself to lean in just a little closer, just enough to catch a whiff of his cologne, the heady scent adding to the growing pool of heat that had settled in your lower body. “well that’s a shame cause I was going to make you ride this cock like you would a mustang” he says in a low sultry whisper filled with immense desire and lust.

You swallowed at his words, feeling your skin heat up and stomach tighten at the boldness of his statement. You knew this was probably going too far already, but the alcohol in your system and the undeniable allure of this man's charm were weakening your resolve by the minute. "You're really going all in tonight, aren't you?" you responded, your voice just loud enough for him to hear over the buzz of the bar.

"Can you blame me?" He asked, his voice dripping with honesty. "You're a sight to behold, darlin'. One that I can't help but desire to have all to myself."

His words were dangerous, but not dangerous enough to make you run. In fact, the way he spoke of you made you feel more special than anyone else ever had, and a small piece of you that you thought long buried stirred.

You found yourself wanting to believe him, wanting to see where this might lead, if for no other reason than to hear him compliment you further. “Alright then. lead the way mr….?” you say probing to learn his name

He seemed pleased by your question, a small smile playing on his lips. "Jack. Jack daniels, darlin.'" He extended a hand, his calloused fingers offering a friendly, but firm, handshake.

"Now then. Shall we?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You took a breath, trying to clear your head and assess the situation, your mind wrestling with conflicting thoughts and desires. On the one hand, this stranger was all charm and sex appeal, the kind of man who could easily break hearts and leave without looking back. On the other hand, something about his sincerity, his words of respect and desire, felt genuine. And that made him all the more dangerous.

"Lead the way, Jack."

Jack offered a warm, inviting smile at your decision, his hand still holding yours for a moment before he led you away from the bar and towards a nearby staircase leading upstairs. The world seemed to spin a little from the alcohol and excitement, the noise of the bar fading into the background as you two moved away.

As you reached the top of the stairs and entered the hallway, the silence seemed heavier, more significant. With every step, a small voice in your head asked what you were doing, what you were risking, but the heat of Jack's words and his hand on your back drowned it out.

It was late and the hall was dimly lit, the silence echoing with a sense of intimacy and anticipation. You followed Jack to his room, the sound of your footsteps and the rhythm of your breaths seeming amplified in the quiet. You felt your heart quicken in your chest, a mix of anxiety and excitement coursing through you.

As he opened the door and led you inside, the room beyond was dimly illuminated by a soft glow, the sheets and carpet casting shadows on the wall in a familiar, yet strangely new, setting.

The room seemed to whisper of secrets and desires, the dim lighting and the softly shut door adding to the intimacy of the moment. Jack switched on a small lamp by the bed, casting a warm, inviting glow through the room.

He turned to face you. "Welcome to my lair," he said with a small chuckle, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Can I get you anything? Another drink perhaps?"

Your eyes were drawn to the large, inviting bed, the sheets and blankets just begging to be crumpled beneath eager hands. You swallowed, trying to control your nerves, to stay in the moment and not get carried away by the tantalizing possibilities.

"No," you said finally, your gaze returning to him. It was a small word, easily spoken, but you could see a small flicker of excitement in his eyes as you did. You could also see, perhaps a trick of the light, his pupils dilate just a fraction at your response.

"Good," he said, his voice taking on a lower, more serious tone. "I want to remember every moment with you clearly."

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and you could feel the gentle heat of his body now. There was an intensity in his eyes now, a hunger that had been held in check until this moment. The silence stretched out between you, heavy with anticipation and desire. You felt a nervous shiver go down your back, and yet, for some reason, you found yourself leaning a little closer to him, drawn in by something that went deeper than mere attraction.

Jack reached up, gently cupping your face in his hand. His fingers were calloused and rough, yet somehow also gentle and warm, an intoxicating mix of strength and tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but close your eyes for a brief moment, reveling in the feeling of his gentle touch. He leans in his lips softly pressed against yours

The kiss was electric, a jolt that seemed to shock you to your core, your body reacting without conscious thought. Your heart raced and your knees went weak beneath you. You reached up, your hands resting gently on his chest as you lost yourself in the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of resistance, of reluctance.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your lips still tingling from the electricity of the kiss. Your mind was spinning, your thoughts in a million directions, yet one thing was clear: you wanted this. You wanted him. And that scared you.

Jack saw the conflict in your eyes, the uncertainty and desire at war. He leaned closer again, his voice soft and reassuring. "Shh..." he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. "Just be here with me. In this moment. Nothing else matters."

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the weight of his words, their sincere intensity cutting through the noise of your conflicting thoughts. He was right; none of it mattered right now, not the past or the future. Only this moment, only the sensations of his hands on your skin, his voice in your ear.

Your body relaxed at his words, any resistance or hesitation melting away within you as he pulled you in closer, his arms wrapping around your back. You found yourself leaning into him, your hands now gripping the folds of his shirt.

Jack could sense the tension release from your body, and he pressed his advantage, his lips returning to yours with renewed eagerness. The fire within him was growing stronger, the heat between you beginning to rise.

His hands began exploring your body, slowly and gently, as if he was memorizing every curve and line of your form. They moved from your back to your hips, pulling you closer yet again, so that you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

You were lost in his embrace, your senses and mind consumed by him. His hands seemed to ignite a fire within you wherever they touched, a growing need and desire building within you like rising tides. Your hands moved across his shoulders and chest, feeling the solid muscles that lay beneath, feeling the softness of his shirt beneath your fingers.

Jack's lips left yours, moving downwards to your neck, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive skin there.

He trailed a path along your jawline, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck. His hands continued to explore, moving beneath your shirt, his fingertips grazing along the curves of your body, drawing shivers of pleasure from you. You felt your body reacting, your breath growing heavier, your lips parted in anticipation of what was to come next.

Jack seemed acutely aware of every physical response, every twitch or shiver, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips beginning to push the fabric up. The heat of his touch seemed to crawl across your skin, a tingling that made your heart race even faster.

Despite the alcohol coursing through your veins, your senses were more sharp than ever before, every touch and breath magnified by the need mounting between you.

You could feel Jack's urgency now, and your own body was responding in kind, a hunger growing within you that you could no longer ignore. You helped him pull off your shirt, tossing it aside as he pulled you back into his embrace. Your chest was now pressed against his, the warmth of his skin sending a rush through you. You grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off as well, wanting to feel more of him, needing to feel more.

As his shirt came off, you were briefly stunned by the sight of his muscular form, every curve and line of his body a testament to strength and discipline. For a moment, you forgot to breathe, overwhelmed by the sensations and the sight of him.

Yet before you could fully absorb the sight, Jack's hands were on you again, pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a hot, hungry kiss.

The kiss was passionate now, no longer holding anything back. You could hear the sounds of your own breaths mixing with his, becoming a single, ragged rhythm, a testament to the growing heat and need between you.

You felt yourself being pushed backwards gently, Jack leading you towards the bed. Your hands continued to explore his body, tracing paths of desire across his skin, craving more of him with each passing moment.

As the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, you allowed yourself to fall backwards, pulling Jack with you. He followed willingly, his body pressing against yours, the weight of his form comforting and exhilarating all at once. Your hands moved lower, feeling the muscles of his back and lower, your fingers gripping the edge of his belt.

He seemed to realize your intent, and broke the kiss for a moment to help you, quickly shedding his pants. He tossed them aside, and you could see the intensity in his eyes as he moved back to you.

Your fingers moved to your own pants, but before you could even begin Jack's hands were on yours, nudging them aside as he began pulling your pants off instead.

You swallowed, slightly nervous again as more of your skin was revealed, yet the hunger you saw in his eyes only made you feel more desired and, strangely, more desired desire. Your breathing was quick and heavy now, your heart hammering against your chest.

Jack pulled off your pants, tossing them aside, and took a moment to appreciate the sight of you stretched out before him. With a soft smile, he reached out, his hands tracing a path along your thighs, moving slowly, teasingly upwards. Jack turns around sitting up on the bed pulling you into his lap.

His warm hands hold your hips as you lean down pressing your lips against his once more. The warmth feeling of his hands traveling up your back as he caresses you. Causing a slight physical sensation of you moving your hips against his bulging boxers. A moan escaping both yours and his mouths. Lost in the kiss and grinding on his erection you didn’t even realise his hands slipping under your underwear grabbing at your ass cheeks. “Ride me……” he whispers as if it was if it was a need and not a want.

You could barely speak and simply nodded lifiting your hips slightlt letting you slowly slide your boxers down. Your ass now resting on his clothed bulge. With a quick lift of his own he removed his own boxers down. His hard cock springing free.

Slightly shocked by the huge length that you were about to have inside you. “I’ve got you….” He whispers in reassurance. You cheeks red and slightly wet from sweat you nodded. Holding his shoulders for support as you sat on his cock letting it seamlessly slide into your hole.

A whimper escaping your mouth as you feel the entire length. “Now….” He whispers softly gyrating his hips. His cock moving around inside you. Making deep sounds of intense of pleasure from you as you hold him.

He holds your hips securely leaning into kiss your chest leaving little bite marks. A hand slowly finding your hard erection as he starts to pump it up and down.

Your moans increased in both volume and intensity. You could feel the knot in your stomach slowly loosing up as you held tightly.

“I’m gonna fill you up….” He groans in a moan moving faster and pumping your cock faster. Groaning and moaning fill the room as you both take in the wild pleasure.

“Scream my name as loud as you want, sugar.” A whisper of his voice sounding more like a moan.

“Jack……” you groan loudly the second you do you explode ropes of liquid into his hand as he pumps you milking with everything you have.

With a loud moan of his own he grips you tight. As you feel the warmth of his liquid filling you up.

Completely out of breath you find every fibre of your body to lift up from his coco before you collapse into his arms “shhh….I’ve got you…” he says his voice out of breath too

“You did amazing….” He whispers as you rest your head on his chest. His hand threading your hair as he leans down and kisses your hair. “Truly a wild night…..” he whispers.

“With more to come…..” you groan softly nuzzling into his chest for warmth. “With more to come….” He repeated in a whisper holding you close. You feel more sleepy as you listen to the beat of his heart. Your eyes slowly shutting as you fall asleep in his embrace.

[pedrospookie]

Hi pookie 🎀

I always think about what Jack Daniels would be like on a first date with reader after his wife’s death, maybe years have passed and he’s ready to start dating again. I could just imagine how sweet he would be when he flirts with you, trying his best to get you to like him 😭 fluffy fluff please 🩷

Hi friend!

Thank you so much for your patience while I wrote this fic— life got the best of me going into the holidays and I had some unexpected international travel on top of it all. I was determined like hell to get this finished for you today. I hope you like it!

Your Song

Jack Daniels x f!reader

a/n: not canon, jack will never be dead in my world, sorry not sorry! it’s also severely unbeta’d and completed while maxed out on mucinex so please forgive me for any plot holes or spelling mistakes. I also fear I went a lil rogue and made it a lil more sexy than sweet (I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry pls don’t hate me)

tw: mentions Jack’s dead wife & child, otherwise it’s just fluff!

As far as first dates go, this one was special. This was the first date Jack had been on since the passing of his wife and unborn son.

Sure, in his time as a Statesman he spent the night in the company of lovely women, wining and dining, gaining intel, passing the time. But Jack was a lover at heart. Beneath this rugged, suave, confident cowboy exterior was a soft, sensitive man who missed coming home to his wife at the end of a long day. His career exhausted him over time, proving to him that he could no longer run from this empty hole growing inside his chest. What was the point in fighting and risking his life if there was no one worth fighting for anymore?

After many years of service and one faked death later, Agent Whiskey hung up his hat and retired from the service. He was ready to start his life over.

And today was one of the many new firsts in this new chapter of his life. Today he was getting back on the horse and going on a date. You had caught his eye awhile back, both reaching for the last heirloom tomato at the farmer’s market. Through a small, yet friendly exchange, in which Jack let you have the last tomato, you realized that there was something there. The twinkle in his chocolate coloured eyes lit a flame in you. It took Jack a moment to accept his growing interest in you, praying that his angel in heaven would forgive him for moving on, let alone help him find the courage to ask you out. After 45 minutes of chatting in the produce section of the tiny wooden booth, and a short mosey to the cash, Jack finally found the courage to ask you on a proper date. The cool, confident cowboy was now replaced with a sweet, simple boy who wanted to get it right. You found his nervousness endearing, the way he fiddled with his moustache while trying to spit out the words to invite you out. How could you say no to those big brown puppy dog eyes? It was decided. The following Friday, Jack would swing by your place to pick you up for your first date: drinks at the local watering hole. If he was lucky, maybe you’d even let him have a dance by the ol’ jukebox.

At the respectable time of 7pm— sharp —Jack arrived with a gentle knock at your door. The anticipation was slowly knotting in his stomach, him frantically trying to untangle each worry and nerve until his attention turned with the sight of you standing in front of him. Jack could have caught flies with the way his mouth was hanging open, basking in your beauty. The silhouette of your dress flowing ever so gently among the evening breeze, causing his heart to race in his chest and pulse to quicken. The gentle flowers on the fabric trickled down just above where the hem of your skirt kissed your knee. Jack could feel his cheeks redden as he tried to look away, but simply couldn’t.

“Darlin’, you are gorgeous.” He breathes, clasping a firm hand to his chest as he tries to catch his breath, shooting you a look that makes butterflies soar in your tummy and knees buckle softly beneath you. His big brown eyes pooling into you, trying to take you in under the glow of the setting sun and dull porch light.

The hazy bar was filled with the regular crowd. The hum of people murmuring about their day filled the space, loud enough to drown out the music playing the background, but quiet enough to enjoy a conversation with the person in front of you. Jack had grabbed you both a drink, smirking as he asked you to pick your poison and shooting you a cheeky wink from the bar. After a couple of rounds, small talk and a shared bowl of peanuts, influenced by the liquor you’d consumed, you felt brave.

“How ‘bout a lil wager, cowboy?” You chirp, chewing softly on the straw of your drink, eyes focused on Jack’s as his fingers slowly twine themselves in yours, resting on the sticky wooden table top.

He smirks, his moustache following the coiling trail of his lips. Jack had never been one to back down from a bet, he wondered if it was too soon to show his competitive side, this was the first date after all.

You raise a single eyebrow, eagerly awaiting his reply. Jack tilts his head with a crooked smile, intrigued by your proposition and encouraging you to share what plagued your mind.

“If you can figure out how to take these coins off of this bill,” you muse, making the cotton bill taught, “only using only one hand, then the twenty is yours.” You smile, placing the twenty dollar bill on top of Jack’s empty beer bottle and stacking the spare change from the counter on top.

“And if I don’t?” He asks, seduction curling around his tone, like smoke off of a rich cigar. Jack’s dark eyes fall on you, his gazing piercing yours with a focus so intense that it sends a warmth through your belly.

You could feel your mouth go dry, suddenly very aware of your tongue and the words you are trying to choke out. Jack had taken your breath away with this sharp turn, from southern sweetheart to cowboy Casanova. In need of moisture, you clear your throat, averting your gaze from his to try and gain composure over yourself.

“Then the next round is on you.” You murmur, bringing your eyes up to meet Jack’s again, feeling yourself wanting to back away and draw first in this unspoken showdown.

“Hm…I think I could raise those stakes.” he smirks, leaning back on his bar stool. “If I don’t figure out your little party trick, then the next round is on me, darlin’.” Jack says confidently, bringing your free hand up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the delicate skin. “But if I do, then you can keep your twenty.” He adds, shrugging as if it were a matter of fact.

“Keep my twenty? You don’t want twenty dollars?” You scoff, playfully pulling your hand away from his as you reach for another sip of your drink, using this opportunity to ground yourself during this intense kinetic exchange.

“Nah, you keep it sugar.” Jack’s sly smile creeps up his face as he leans in, resting his chin on his hand, supported by his elbow which was now glued on the sticky table.

“Come on there’s gotta be something you want, something to wager?” You instigate, trying to rev that fire growing in your belly, eyes narrowing as you try to intimidate the cowboy. Proving to him that you aren’t going to back away from him now.

He thinks for a second, pretending to come up with this idea on the spot, snapping his fingers to indicate his little eurika! moment. Little did you know, this is what Jack had wanted from the very moment you made this little bet.

“There is.” His dark, raspy tone murmurs, further coaxing your curiosity. Jack slowly leans closer, his scent swirling off of him; notes of amber, leather, musk and cinnamon, a delicious combination that makes your head feel light and knees weak.

“More valuable than twenty dollars? Cause that’s all I’ve got.” You whisper, the facade fading as you feel yourself slowly submitting to Jack and his dark gaze.

“Darlin’, it’s much more valuable.” He says softly, grazing your ear with his moustache. His calloused finger brushing a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.

“And what would that be?” You breathe, the words barely coming out louder than a whisper.

“A dance with you.” He nods towards the jukebox towards the back of the bar.

This was the one moment in a long time where Jack was thankful for his training. Without breaking eye contact, he playfully tugged on the dollar bill, pretending to pull it out from the side. For a moment, you thought you had Jack fooled— another man falling for your cute bar trick. The feeling of the last few rounds was already making its way up your body, a warm, cozy feeling wrapping itself around you. There was certainly no need for another round, and who were you kidding? Jack had already paid for every round until this point and you had a sneaking suspicion that regardless of outcome, he would insist on paying for another.

Faking a deep sigh, Jack licks his finger and swipes down on the dollar bill, freeing it from the mismatched metal weighing it down. With a smirk and the tip of his hat, he hands you back your twenty dollar bill, trying to repress a chuckle. The look on your face was priceless and all he needed in return for foiling your trick.

“Pick a song, darlin’.” He says, handing you a handful of quarters, leaning up against the fluorescent machine. You press the cool metal in as you try to think of the perfect song, nothing too cheesy or outdated, but just right.

The melodious sound of a piano playing a familiar tune starts to flow out of the jukebox. Jack’s eyes grow wide with pride as he starts to recognize the song. A flushed feeling floods your cheeks, as he reaches his large, calloused hand out, offering yours a spot in his palm.

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,

I’m not one of those who can easily hide

You slowly find your rhythm with Jack’s guidance, his firm yet gentle grip guiding you around the jukebox, building your confidence and chuckling softly anytime you would mutter a sheepish apology after stepping on his foot.

“I didn’t know you knew how to dance.” You breathe out softly, finally making eye contact with him.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans in closer to you, your body pressing tighter into his chest. “Then there’s a lot you don’t know about me, darlin’.”

You could feel his smirk against your ear, eyes locking as he pulled away from your close embrace.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple but,

Now that it’s done

His gaze was magnetic, dark yet sweet, delicious like molasses with an affinity to coax you in. His thick, rugged hands held yours with a featherlight touch and the gentlest pressure on your lower back as he guided you around the floor. This moment was trance-like, as if you were the only two people in the bar. There was something enchanting about Jack Daniels, his ability to make you feel like the only girl in the world was dizzying. With the faintest touch, or twinkle of his eye, he had you hook, line and sinker.

It was refreshing to be out with a man like Jack — an actual man, one who wasn’t afraid of sharing his feelings with you, a man who was respectful and appreciative of you, a man who found the balance of southern chivalry and the ability to roll with the new age. With every twang of his southern drawl, your heart crept closer and closer to his. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him and those deep brown eyes, the ones that were gazing at you longingly, studying the precious features of your face.

Unbeknownst to you, Jack was drinking you in.

You had kindled something in him, something long repressed from his past and aching to explode to the forefront. The way you smiled at him made him tongue tied, he knew you were beautiful from the moment he met you, but getting to experience your beauty up close was astonishing. He tried to stifle the growing flames in his belly, employing his fear to extinguish these feelings but it only stoked the fire more, sending those flames burning. God, he wanted to kiss you so badly. He had from the moment you opened that door.

You notice a cheeky look across the cowboy’s eyes, his guiding hand slowly pushing you back from your resting place on his chest. Suddenly, the entire bar was spinning around you, once, then twice, and then you were back home in your place on Jack’s firm chest. His eyes asking for forgiveness in a childish, playful way.

I hope you don’t mind

I hope you don’t mind

That I put into words

How wonderful life is while

You’re in the world

Completely enraptured by one another until the sound of a wild guitar solo brought you back down to earth, the song you shared long gone and replaced by the sounds of an 80’s hair band.

A smooth Casanova through and through, Jack slowly presses his hand to your back and he slowly lowers you into a dip, your arm gripping tighter onto the back of his neck, using his taught chest as an anchor. Jack’s lips are now inches from yours, his moustache ghosting over your bottom lip, as if he were testing the waters faintly before bringing you back up to your feet.

You couldn’t decipher the soft look in his eyes, the warm brown tone being taken over by the dark pools of his irises as his thumb traces the contour of your full lips. His hot breath skimming the surface of your face, his mouth desperate and hungry for something.

A slow smile grows on your face, grateful for the liquid courage, slowly pulling his face closer to yours, lips inches from yours.

“You know, Jack…this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.” You whisper softly, granting the old fashioned man permission, subconsciously knowing what his eyes had been asking. Within milliseconds, his plush lips crashed onto yours, wrapping you into a passionate embrace. The taste of mint, whiskey and something inherently Jack on his lips. You couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack slowly breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead gently to yours as he catches his breath. His stomach filled with butterflies, dragonflies and ladybugs, anything lovely and sweet that reminds him of you, going absolutely wild from the simple touch of your lips. You were magic, like a drug Jack had so deeply yearned for all of these years, and he couldn’t get enough of you. He said a silent prayer of gratitude, in complete and utter disbelief to have this second chance at love in this life. He wasn’t going to take you for granted.

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🍉 ‘kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.’ and ‘absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times’ with daniel? 🥹 and congrats on 1k love!!

SOFT TOUCHES

( what's sweeter than your boyfriend's affectionate touch ? )

warning : none just pureee fluff

note : a bit short but hope it worth it, also thank youuu so muchh bby ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩 !!!

word count : 682

It was no secret that Daniel loved to touch you. He was completely obsessed with how completely at peace and loved he felt when he had the opportunity to touch you.

His love language was surely physical touch, at least that's what you thought by the way he loved showing you affection every minute.

And that was the case today. As he walked through the door of your apartment, a pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, his face lit up at the sight of you. He barely had time to take off his shoes when your arms were already wrapping around his waist.

A big smile took place on his lips, while his eyes were filled with hearts. He looked at you in such a gentle and tender way, that you could feel yourself melting under his intense gaze.

“Hello, gorgeous.” His eyes fell on your lips, while he didn't hesitate for a single second before pressing his to yours, in a soft and deep kiss. You pull back to be able to admire it, and Daniel took the opportunity to place thousands of kisses on the tip of your nose.

It was probably your favorite sign of affection. It's subtle, maybe a little childish, but simply adorable.

The way his lips brush the tip of your nose, caressing and tickling it, before finally peck that spot. Placing kisses there so comforting and yet so strong. He loved this gesture of affection, because he only did it when it was just the two of you.

Not in public, no, just you and him.

“We should make dinner, love.” His lips came to brush the tip of your nose one last time, while you headed towards the kitchen. However, he didn't take his eyes off you, a silly smile still hanging on his face as he wondered how did he manage to have such a pretty girlfriend?

And while you were trying to cook, you were of course interrupted by your boyfriend who kept bothering you. Or rather touch you. A hand on your cheek, on your waist, a few stolen kisses. And of course, subtle kisses on your nose. Only for you and your beautiful self.

But after your meals, you especially loved your moments of peace, in front of the TV, lying on the large sofa. Your head rested on his legs, while he absentmindedly played with your soft hair. He ran his fingers through your locks, wrapping them around his fingers.

It was a touch that made you inexplicably happy. The way his fingers stroked your hair, so delicately, the way he was careful not to rush you. Not to tangle your fingers to avoid knots in your hair.

You felt weak. Weak, under his touch, because he knew how to make you feel comfortable and soothed.

As your eyes slowly closed, sleep succumbing to you little by little, Daniel admired you. Your lips slightly curled, your eyelids closed, your shallow breaths as your face was simply angelic. Why did you have to be so beautiful even when you were sleeping?

The sound of the TV in the background was a mere distraction, as Daniel found himself completely infatuated by your beauty. And while his fingers continued to play with your hair, he placed one last soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

The city fell asleep at your pace, while the lights outside reflected the tranquility of the night. It was in these moments that Daniel found comfort.

That he felt his heart beating a thousandth times harder, that he could feel it coming out of his chest because it was beating so hard for you. It was in these comforting moments that he felt at home, at peace, and never more than in love.

And perhaps it was also in the softness of his lips against the skin of your nose, or in the way he stroked your soft hair, that he finally found the answers. The answers to his doubts and his fears.

There will never be anyone else he loves more than you.

[pshcomforts]

➳ always | psh.

idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

“i don’t want things to change, pray they’ll stay the same”

synopsis: you and sunghoon celebrate your 100 day anniversary!

warnings/content: written in third pov. fluffy fluff!!! it gets a teeny tiny bit suggestive but nothing happens. hoon and reader love to tease each other! reader also doesn’t do well with affection (lol). nicknames — gorgeous, loser, idiot, pretty. not proofread.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 2.0k

a/n: this oneshot is in support of my followers reaching 500+ and bc i love you guys! thank you for always showing support one way or another, whether you comment/reblog or you’re a silent follower, you guys have made my account grow so much regardless! forever grateful for each and every one <3 so here’s a happy and comforting fluff!

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current song playing: always by daniel caesar

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

2:22 ─────────────|────── -1:22

the day dawned over as sunrise started to peek through the sheer window curtains, awakening y/n.

her eyes cracked open little by little, quickly searching around the room for her phone.

soon enough, the device was in her grasp — looking over the notifications received through the quiet night. a few text messages were shown here and there from her friends and her boyfriend, who was already gone due to his busy idol life.

then, a sudden notification had caught her eye.

୨⎯ don’t forget! 100 day celebration with hoon ׂׂૢ ⎯୧

y/n’s eyes sparkled with joy at the reminder. mind filled with exciting bliss in the thought process of finally getting a day off at work to frost cakes for fun with her boyfriend.

her body basically jolted from the built up anticipation, jumping up from bed to get a start on making the homemade cakes.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

as hours passed and the sun was setting down, sunghoon had finally reached the time to leave practice.

he quickly bid his members goodbye, leaving hybe building to get to where he called home.

“y/n?” he yelled after approaching inside the apartment.

instantly, the boy was hit with the smell of baked sweets — creating a lightly approved hum to be heard.

“gorgeous?”

his call was more worrisome now, a hint of curiosity showing through as he walked in to see his girlfriend with little frosting marks around her clothes.

“hi hoonie!” she cutely beamed with an eye smile.

sunghoon’s heart instantly lit up, fluttering as he took in the sight in front of him. he cleared his throat before replying back — “you finished baking the cakes?”

y/n nodded her head like an eager child. “yeah! i didn’t want to take too long baking because the frosting’s the fun part!” her exclaim had him abruptly smile.

“i wanted to bake with you though.”

his eyes scanned around the room, observing the cake batter slightly spilled around the dirtied bowls while the flour was around his girlfriend. he cracked a grin at her awkward stance after what he said.

“sorry.., i just thought you would’ve wanted to do the frosting because of how tired you might’ve been from practice.”

the male shook his head to reassure her with a playful manner taking over.

“it’s okay, pretty. i’m sure we can still have our fun frosting the cakes together.” his assurance made his girl smile, feeling a comforting warmth at the pit of her stomach.

“thank you..,” she blushed, cheeks reddening at the name call.

“being with me for 100 days has really made you go soft huh?”

“no!” her yell echoed in the quiet kitchen as she landed a smack on his arm afterward.

hoon faked the pain, grabbing at where he had been hit with an exclaim — “ow, y/n!”

the girl playfully rolled her eyes at his cheesy act.

“shut up hoon,” she murmured back with a half smile forming on her lips.

he hissed out a sigh, still going along with the same energy.

“not even gonna tend to your 100 day boyfriend?”

“it’s actually been a little longer than 100 days, so…”

hoon beamed a smile at the little reminder. “so are you still gonna frost cakes with your 100 plus day boyfriend or what?”

“yes hoonie, i am.” she softly replied back, getting the colors of the frosting ready as the cakes cooled down.

the boy hummed a — “good” — before approaching her and planting a kiss on her cheek. they quickly blushed a bright pink once her eyes met his, reflecting love as his did so too.

still meeting her gaze, he mumbled, “can’t wait to see the outcome of our cakes.”

the two smiled in unison after what he said.

sunghoon pulled her in, closing the gap between them to place a sweet kiss on her lips.

“are you gonna wear your practice outfit or do you wanna change into something else?” y/n asked, but breathlessly against him.

she felt his lips turn into a grin, replying with — “i’ll change into something more comfortable.” he clicked his tongue before leaving to her room.

as he changed into something more easing for the occasion, the girl spread out the bowls of frostings and mini cakes onto the table. she strummed in approval, grabbing an apron to tie around herself.

hoon then walked out to the living room, already having his apron on from grabbing it when walking to the bedroom. his eyes instantly landed on her body figure as she barely started to wrap it around her waist.

“want help with that?” he softly beamed with glimmered eyes.

she nodded, turning around so her boyfriend could reach the back ties.

the stance they were in made them a little awkward in the moment, everything quiet and still as she patiently waited to be done. he cinched it up close to her waist, hands being delicate with the back of her body.

his hands then snaked around her waist, pulling her into an embracing hug.

a gasp from y/n was heard from the sudden touch, cheeks unknowingly blushing as she said, “gosh hoon, that was sudden.”

his head rested on her shoulder, eyes closing from the warmth while only chuckling.

soon enough, she pulled away with a bright smile that reflected his.

“come on, we should decorate these cakes.”

her mumble was soft as she sat down, pulling him down with her as well. his gaze lingered to stay on her, but due to the compliance of her request, he decided to actually start frosting the cakes with her.

for the rest of the night, y/n and sunghoon continued to frost and decorate their lunchbox cakes — quiet music playing in the background as they talked to each other through different topics.

“are you almost done?” the pretty boy asked with an eyebrow raise.

she nodded her head with no attention turned to him, all focus completely put into the effort of making the cake look aesthetic.

taking note of this was too obvious in his eyes as he cracked a soft laugh at her — “you’re really focused on this, aren’t you?”

y/n nodded her head again with no response, leaving hoon to disappointingly shake his head in a playful way. he clicked his tongue in an attempt to catch her attention once more but couldn’t celebrate in victory of it.

“gorgeous?” sunghoon called out. “look at me.”

her head swiftly turned to finally look at the boy, only to be met with frosting suddenly landing on her nose.

she gasped loudly at the sweet cream placement — “PARK SUNGHOON!”

his face was immediately enlightened with joy at the name call, fangs and dimples showing up on display for her to see how much he enjoyed her distress.

“how dare you??” the girl whined, smudging off just a little bit of the frosting.

“sorry,” sunghoon snickered a laugh — “but you were too focused.”

“it’s my turn now!” y/n yelled out, fingers dipping into the frosting to get revenge.

he screamed a — “NO!” — as he backed away, only to land on his back with her on top of him.

she laughed at his fallout, hands attempting in every way to place the frosting somewhere near his face.

“stop fussing around hoonie, you started this!”

her voice echoed in the apartment with his laughs being the only thing heard from him.

“you’ll never get it on me!”

with his last words said, she eventually was able to swipe the frosting onto his cheek, earning a scream from him.

“NOOOO!”

hoon’s words were filled with tears of agony and she only giggled at his silly screech, analyzing his facial features to see how playful he was.

eye were shut, dimple was popping through, and full teeth were out for her to see.

“loser, that’s what you get.” y/n teased, nudging his shoulder with her hand like she always did.

he shook his head like a dog shaking its body after a bath, fluffy hair flopping around.

“you better not do it anymore,” she added in with a proud glint in her smile.

he playfully rolled his eyes, flashing another ear-to-ear grin at her as he said, “fine i won’t..,”

her body turned back to the direction of the cake before swiping another finger into the frosting, evil plan already forming in her head.

“hoon..?”

as soon as his face turned, she quickly let the frosting place itself on the tip of his nose. sunghoon shut his eyes at the sensation.

“Y/N!!��

as if the two had switched places, he began to wipe the frosting away and attempt to get back at her.

almost immediately, she was pinned under him, squirming around to leave his grasp but couldn’t due to his strong hold.

“hoonie, you’re supposed to just get me back, not pin me like this!”

y/n shook her head as his amused smile grew.

“i like this more,” he commented.

his finger went to her lips, letting the soft frosting touch them before swooping his head down. their lips connected as he tasted the sweet vanilla icing.

she kissed back and he softly smiled into it, pulling away not too long after to lick his lips.

sunghoon’s eyes glistened as his gaze locked onto hers, admiring just how gorgeous his girlfriend was.

“happy 100 days with you,” he gently murmured with a half smile.

y/n reflected his facial expression as her eye smiles creased — “happy 100 days, loser.”

his hands interlocked with hers, tangling together as they stayed in the same position. they both admired their partner, each in honest disbelief of how they even managed to find someone who got them like no other.

“can’t believe 100 days passed, time moves so quick when I’m with somebody like you.” he uttered, causing y/n’s face to scrunch.

a smile quickly formed on her face after, responding— “that was a little cheesy, hoon.”

the two mirrored each other’s grin, small laughs heard as he shook his head.

“i just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me.”

her eyes softened at his adorable confession, causing her cheeks to blush with his. she slipped her hands out of his hold, placing them on the sides of his face to pull him in for another soft kiss.

“through all the teasings, you mean the world to me.., idiot.”

her whisper was delicately against his lips as she pulled away, causing the males face to flush.

in realization of the butterflies he got, he forced himself to lift from their position, allowing her to sit up as well.

“let’s finish decorating these cakes, yeah?” he sweetly mumbled.

y/n nodded in agreement and the two turned back to their cakes that began to crust a little due to the lack of attention.

sunghoon placed a soft kiss on her cheek before fully going back, enjoying how rosy they got at the sudden affection she still wasn’t used to.

“stop it..,” she whined, secretly liking his little displays of affection that were only meant for her.

the girl nudged his shoulder, eyes not even wanting to meet his as she felt her heart thumping.

“go back to your cake.” she added on, taking a quick glance at him so she could admire his gorgeous features.

sunghoon didn’t say anything, just simply smiling and chuckling at his girlfriend before complying to her words.

the two continued to frost and decorate their cakes as the night began to come through.

soft music remained to be the mood maker for them, playing out as they laughed in constant unison of looking over at their fond memories of being together for a little more than 100 days.

more was definitely yet to come as they found their other half in human form.

the invisible string becoming tighter than before while creating more memories to look back on.

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a/n: just wanted to say again, thank you for always supporting one way another! unfortunately, i will be going on a quick hiatus just bc of finals. i won’t be able to write a lot with my focus on school for a little so for the time being, other requests in my inbox will be on hold but i’ll still be posting some of my old writings! so it’s just my new works that’ll be on hiatus (lol). thank you regardless! <33

[brookediamonds]

i can't do well when i think you're gonna leave me, but i know i try (alternate ending)

(a/n: i couldn't wait 🌚 here is the alternate ending where it continues at the final day of the tournament featuring the big brawl. part of me didn't want to release because of cliffhanger ending in the show and i haaaaate to write off an episode with a cliff hanger like that but figured y'all would enjoy either ending so do with this what you will lol)

not my gif

"Ready?" Robby stood along the doorframe from the locker room. You placed your bracelet back in your gym bag, and stood up from your spot.

"Always," you respond confidently.

You and Robby stood still for a second an unspoken matter needing to be brought up.

"From this moment on he is our opponent," you spoke up. "You give it your all, and win this for you and Tory."

"Thank you, (Y/n)," Robby says his green eyes softening.

"Let's do this for our team," you finish.

"Absolutely," your co-captain agrees. The two of you make your way to your team, you and Robby warming up with kata warm up routine.

The tournament soon began, your thoughts swindling around. You weren't nervous, no you were an anxious thinker.

Pacing wasn't your thing, you stood calmly arms behind your back, thoughts whirling.

Mr. LaRusso see's your state, walking over to you.

"Here we are," your sensei approaches you. Mr. LaRusso had watched you grow up learning, much like your father, you thrived with a fire lit beneath you. While you may look calm on the outside, he knew your mind was running a mile a minute.

"I know you're not nervous, I see that look already on your face," Daniel points out. You chuckle, knowing your look of determination was not to get confused with worry.

"Use that peacefulness you carry to balance out your edge, Tory is a great fighter but you have the heart of a champion and soul of warrior, you can do this," Sensei LaRusso encourages you.

You nod taking in his words, remembering this is the man whose watched you grow up and took you beneath his wing when your dad died. You were eternally grateful to have him in your corner.

Daniel reaches out to squeeze your shoulder, a small smile on his face.

"Your dad would be so proud of you, you know that right?" Your sensei states making your heart swell in your chest.

"Thank you, Mr. LaRusso," you pout at his affirmation.

"We're proud of you," Sam comes up next to her dad. While it was hard to fight your best friend for the title captain, you two never lost sight of what mattered most more than the competition.

You never lost the love you held for each other. Sharing a hug with your second family, Kwon wins his match indicating Zara and Maria were up.

Studying Zara's every movement and technique you take note to her mistakes and weaknesses, the little she has, but burn them into your memory.

You didn't forget what she had done to you, try to make something it wasn't. If there was one thing that peeved you it was someone pretending to know your life.

And you wouldn't stand for it.

Robby and Axel were now up, the nerves settling in now. You may not be nervous for Tory but you were anxious about this fight because it included your co-captain and your...boyfriend?

You applauded and cheered your teammate on with others as they each approach the mat. As the fight began, Robby started with offense, kicking, punching, but nothing was landing.

Axel restricted every move, you'd think he could read Robby's mind.

"His defense it on point, Robby can't get through," you hear Mr. LaRusso panic.

Your heart sank as you watched Robby slightly lose balance after being blocked off. Axel was untouchable.

"Axel!" Sensei Wolf calls out to his student. They make eye contact, a look of understanding between them making you shudder. His sensei yells something you can't understand, but you could only imagine what it meant because it was happening right in front of you.

It was a look of control.

Your mouth fell open as you witness Axel switch from defense to attack mode instantly earning him one point.

"Shit. His offense is even better," Sensei Lawerence curses.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Robby twisted his neck, blood spilling from his mouth from the impact of Axel's fist.

"Point!"

No.

"Defense, Robby!" You yell over the eruption of celebration from the other team. Axel's eyes make eye contact with yours briefly.

Axel moves towards Robby, moving to continue the fight, Robby fighting back with each block. You held your breath as Robby defended himself, his opponent getting irritated.

The tall boy held Robby by his Gi, tugging him close.

"Are you going to keep defending? Or are you going to fight?" Axel then throws your teammate into Cobra Kai's team, making everyone perk up.

"Hey!"

"Come on!"

Your sensei's shouted at the unnecessary move, a wave of disappointment running through you. Sam glanced over you, knowing this was the moment you had been dreading.

Suddenly Robby was kneeled over, Kwon being one of the guys he fell into, elbowed him in the ribs making Miguel step on the mat.

"Hey!"

Not thinking, Axel turns around and immediately pushes your other teammate down making you step between them.

"What the hell's your problem huh?" Miguel seethes over your shoulder. Just past Axel, you take notice to Zara who smirked with satisfaction at the new development between the three of you.

"Guys, don't!" You shout keeping your hand on Axel's chest to hold him back.

"Stop this!" You hear the announcer over the microphone.

"What are you doing?!" You yelled shoving Axel back again making him look down at you. His eyes recognize the fire he sees behind your orbs when you fight, not liking it on him.

"I- I thought-" He struggled to grasp his words.

"Everyone off the mat now, or this tournament-"

It was like time slowed down as you watched Gunther get knocked out from the team's sensei that was eliminated yesterday.

Their sensei yelled something in Russian, fist raised causing a chaos to erupt. All eliminated teams swarmed on to the mat, taking their opportunity to prove they belonged.

"I do not want to fight you," Axel exclaims to Miguel.

"Me neither," Miguel agrees moving back from the two of you.

A member from Dublin Thunder suddenly makes their way towards you, Axel swiftly trading places with you as the other guy attempted to kick you down.

"Go find Robby and Sam!" You shout over to Miguel. He nods running to find your friends as you were suddenly swept on to the ground.

"You don't deserve to be in the finals," a girl apart of the Udar Tiger team stood over you, placing a foot on your chest.

"You don't either," you spat before using your other leg to kick the back if her head making her fall forward.

It was a battle to say the least. After every encounter came another person, and another. You and Axel protected each other from the array of teenagers wanting to take you both down.

You came back to back to with Axel, his hand entangling in yours.

"You go help your friends, I will watch your back," he assures you as someone else attempted to strike you both. You saw Robby, Tory, and Sam fighting off the Iron Dragons, the adrenaline shooting through your system.

"Be safe," you wish him. He squeezed your hand, watching you go fight his teammates. You punch and kick your way through the crowd, finally seeing your team.

You see Kwon kick Sam down, making you fume. Running up to the angry boy to catch momentum, you jump kick him down making you both fall to the ground.

"You're in my way," Kwon hisses as you both scrambled to stand up. As the two of you began to fight, Axel watched out of the corner of his eye making sure you hadn't needed his help.

As another member of Cobra Kai kicked your backside making you tumble forward on to your knees, Kwon took the opportunity to lift your head up and bring your face down to his knee.

The world around Axel turned red as he watched your form go limp on to the mat.

The Croatian boy didn't hesitate to drop whomever he was battling to fight off your attacker. With in an instant, Axel pulled Kwon into him making sure to effectively knee him the way he had to you.

When Axel had knocked Kwon down into the camera that was capturing the brawl, he fell to your side, helping you stand up slowly. Blood trickled down your nose, Axel's thumb rubbing it off as you winced at the pressure.

"Thank you," you whimpered holding on to his arm that kept you steady.

Before Axel could respond, he suddenly shoved you behind him, as Kwon attacked him once again. This time Kwon held something...

Your blood ran cold as you recognize the object. It was a dagger,

"No!" You shouted as they jumped to kick, Axel swept his leg making Kwon fall face down on to the mat and on to the knife.

The sound of Kwon's blood curling scream filled the arena making everyone come to a stop. It was a disturbing sight as the dark maroon substance pooled around the lifeless boy.

You stumbled over to Axel who stood in shock like everyone else, his hand finding yours in an instant.

Mr. LaRusso approached Kwon's body carefully, his voice coming out shaky.

"Kwon?" Your sensei carefully turns the boy over only to reveal him to be dead.

You hand shot up to your mouth, it was hard to digest the scene in front of you. A boy, someone's son had died over karate. And all for what?

You thought you were here to share your passion, to share your love for the sport. Not die for it.

Everyone shared the same look of remorse knowing this had gone too far.

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