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mrs-saturday · 5 months ago

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*Start Of Something New˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Twinkle Towne (An F1 X High School Musical AU!)

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: george russell x fem!reader, platonic!rest of grid x reader

♥ synopsis: New years parties, chalets and karaoke... Is this the start of something new for up-and-coming driver George Russell and maths genius Y/N L/N?

♥ warnings: nada, no warnings here bbys

♥ a/n: tysm for all your amazing love, support and kindness on my work! all the likes and kind reblogs and convos I have with you all over asks mean so so much to me, and im glad people are enjoying my work! TT is a purely self indulgent fic, but I hope you'll grow to love her as much as I do! Enjoy the show!

You had always hated these FIA New Years parties, and this year was NO exception. Every year it was the same old chalet in the alps, with the same old music and the same old countdowns to the new year with a load of young drivers. You weren’t even a driver yourself, it just happened that your father, Sebastian Vettel, was like the it girl of driving, so you basically HAD to go to all these parties.

“Leibe, please, at least try and have some fun” your father begged you as he walked you down the hallway to the party for under 18’s. You huffed a little, and felt grateful you’d managed to smuggle a copy of your favourite book in that little baguette bag slung from your shoulder. “You never know, maybe you will meet someone at this party, I know Lew-” You cut your father off with a small laugh and smile “I’ll try Vati, but I’m not going to go about looking for one of your friend’s cute sons! I have to focus on school if I’m going to go to Princeton!” You cracked a glowy smile at your father and he laughed back, smoothing your hair down with his hands, before giving you a stern look. “Y/N, hand the book over.” You pouted, about to attempt a denial, but when Seb raised his eyebrow, you relented and handed your copy of ‘My Brilliant Friend’ over to your dad, as he kissed your forehead and headed off to the party.

Meanwhile, over at the karting track nearby, George was whizzing around in his coach Lewis’ old go-kart, with Lewis cheering him on from near where the pitwall usually was. “WHOO! GO RUSSELL! WHAT A LAP KIDDO!!” he claps as the younger boy pulled up to the finish line, detaching the steering wheel so he could jump out. As he ran and hi-fived his coach, a sharp cough filled the air. Valtteri, Lewis’ old teammate and the other man on this trip with them, was stood with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face. “Boys, it is New Years Eve, please can you stop training for one evening and go shower up?” He sighed, walking over to Lewis “Why are you all suited and booted, Bottas?” Lewis laughed, and Valterri gave the boys a little spin “The party, Lewis. George, there’s a kids party downstairs as well!” George scrunched his face up at the Finnish man, now with his blue helmet tucked under a lanky arm.”Young adult party” he corrected himself with a sigh, looking between both Lewis and George. “We didn’t fly all this way for you guys to race the whole time. We can do that at home.” Both the Mercedes boys hung their heads and nodded, walking off to their chalet to get cleaned up for parties they didn’t want to be at.

At the kids young adults party, cheesy pop music blared over the speakers as teens from all over the racing series played games, talked, laughed and ate. Esteban and Pierre were arguing over a foosball table, Yuki was eating every sandwich he could find, and Lando was DJing a load of karaoke over a headset and mic in his DJ merch. Kimi and Ollie, two Formula 2 drivers, had just finished up a duet of “I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ by Whitney Houston, as the crowd clapped. You ignored the roar of the music and laughed, sat on a couch, watching everything unfold in front of you, while pulling the blue cardigan your Vati had bought for you up over your shoulders, ready to make your escape. “Not bad for a couple of drivers, huh?” Lando hollered, messing with his lighting rig a little.

“Now, who’s gonna rock the house next next?” he asked, jumping up on a small box to scan the room better, as you struggled to think what to do, and he moved his light towards the doorway of the room. George quickly covered his face with his arm, yet felt himself dragged by another driver up to a small stage, and having a microphone thrust into his hands. You were dragged up too, a microphone flung at you, almost slipping out of your sweaty hands. How on earth could this happen to you!? Or this awfully attractive boy you’re now stood next toYou looked up at the taller man, both confused as each other, the sheen of teenage awkwardness covering both of your foreheads.

“Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later” Lando winks, to the reception of an unimpressed you and George. He slinks back behind the DJ rig and sighs “Or not…” and starts the track. You and the boy stare at each other as the opening piano notes play. You were more so staring at those beautiful blue eyes, connecting the freckles across his nose like constellations, looking at his perfectly formed cupids bow, when all of a sudden-

“Living in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance”

Oh boy, he has the face and voice of an angel. You made the decision quick and pulled the microphone to your lips ready for your part. There went nothing…

“I never believed in What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (Oh)

To all the possibilities”

George felt his heart skip beats, the sound of his pulse rushing through his ears and the blood into his face. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Not only did this random girl he’d been pulled into some sort of karaoke fanfiction with LOOK like a princess, but she had the most beautiful voice and the confidence to actually sing with him. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he thought, perhaps love at first note could be real.

“I know that something has changed

Never felt this way, and right here tonight

This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)

The start of something new”

You loosed up a little, taking the claw clip out of your hair and letting it flow freely, framing your face and making George flush a baby pink in the cheeks.

Thump-thump, thump-thump

His pulse quickened as you moved closer, hips gently swaying to the sweet sound of your harmonies, and he tried to keep himself in check as the song progressed.

“Now who'd have ever thought that

We'd both be here tonight

And the world looks so much brighter

With you by my side

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way

I know it for real”

You just glowed as you sung, sort of enjoying the anonymity of no one in the room seeming to recognise you, despite your father’s name. And George could tell you glowed, he spent all your solo parts scanning your frame, to find not a single flaw in his eyes. You were some sort of fairytale princess, singing him these sweet siren songs and making him forget the stress of the track, of Coach Hamilton’s emphasis on the upcoming races, and of his entire career as a racer.

It was you. him, and the music.

“This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new”

And unbeknownst to him, you felt the same. No more swirling equations in your head, no more maths tests or Princeton or college entrance papers. Just this mysterious young man with the floppy curtains, slender frame, and glassiest blue eyes. And his voice, dulcet and warm, like ginger and honey tea on a winter’s morning. You pondered Lando’s words in your head:

“Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later”

And thought, maybe he was right. Maybe you would.

“I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me

I didn't know it before

But now it's easy to see

It's the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you

And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart

That it's the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you

And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart

The start of something new (The start of something new)

The start of something new”

The music faded out as you and George stood looking into each other's eyes, a cheer spreading across the room, accompanied by the sound of claps and hollers from the crowd of teens. He smiled, and ran his hand through his hair “George. And you?” You smile back, blinking softly and quietly responding “Y/N”

You both found yourself sat outside after a while, escaping the music an the dancing just before midnight, “You were AMAZING Y/N!” The Brit, as you had learned from the accent, enthused. “You gotta be a singer, surely?” You chuckle, and follow his lead, guided by his soft hands, to a balcony “Only church choir, and even then I almost fainted!” The Brit laughed, and blushed at the gentle grip of your hand, feeling the edge of your nail dig into his vein ever so slightly. “Well, you were amazing, Y/N” He chirps, standing with you, overlooking the snowy mountains to the tune of faded voices, and the low whirr of the ski lift in the distance.

As you both looked over the balcony, George turned and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, still talking as he did so “So, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get your numb-” He trailed off as he looked up, only to realise you had vanished while he was pulling his phone out. Not that you’d wanted to, of course. But you’d promised your father you’d be back in the cabin by midnight, so you’d slinked away while George was distracted, the thought of your new school year buzzing in your mind. Besides, it’s not like you’d see the handsome stranger again.

Right?

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helloalycia · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] — 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐍𝐀𝐌-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐘

summary: it was only supposed to be a summer job, and yet it became so much more when you met the girl you'd soon fall in love with.

warning/s: none.

author's note: okay so being ill recently has delayed me getting this out lol, my bad. Either way, it’s finally here and will have a few parts. It’s an au so Alycia isn’t famous in this, but yeah! hope you like it! :)

just to note: Y/S/N = your sister's name and Y/M/N = your mum's name

two / three / four / five/ masterlist / wattpad

Prologue Part One...

"I want to congratulate you all, once again, on getting this job. Hopefully you'll enjoy this summer as much as we all do!"

I squinted my eyes as I looked at my employer giving a longwinded speech about how myself and a bunch of other 17-year-olds got the job to work as camp counsellors at a summer camp.

"Before you go, I want to remind you that your emails should have all of the relevant information regarding your buddy. This should help you both settle in nicely and make friends. After all, a happy team is good for the kids."

My employer, Mr. Fox, smiled at the group of us as we all waited impatiently to get on the coach already.

As if reading our minds, the coach driver approached him and mumbled something to him, making him straighten up and nod. The coach driver headed back to the coach, getting in, as Mr. Fox cleared his throat.

"Okay, you should all get going now, but remember to have fun! This is more than just a job, it's an experience!"

He looked out at us all, as if expecting some sort of reaction, but everyone stayed staring at him until he waved us away. I followed the group of teens onto the coach, taking a seat in the middle by the window since I was one of the first few on.

I didn't really know anybody, at least I didn't think I did. The job came up as an opportunity advertised at school and I applied because I needed the money before I headed off to university. My friends didn't want to do it with me which meant I was alone, but I tried not to worry about it too much. Making friends wasn't impossible.

As I put my seatbelt on and got comfortable, a pretty girl stopped by my seat and looked down questioningly.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, and I noticed she had an accent that I couldn't quite pinpoint just yet.

"No, go for it," I said with a small smile.

She flashed me an easygoing smile in return, before putting her backpack up top and taking a seat beside me. Admittedly, I grew a little nervous as I realised there and then that it had been a long time since I'd had to make friends with someone, and I couldn't for the life of me remember how to make conversation.

"So what's your name?" she asked, taking the lead (to my relief).

"Y/N," I said with a nod. "Y/N Y/L/N."

"Y/N," she repeated, and I still couldn't figure out where she was from – Australia, maybe? Or New Zealand? I could never tell the difference – but it sounded pretty cool. "Nice to meet you, Y/N... wait, I think we're buddies! Hold on..."

She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through a bunch of stuff before nodding in agreement and showing me her email.

"Right there. Y/N Y/L/N." She smiled widely. "We're buddies."

I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I guess we are... so you must be Alycia?"

"Alycia," she repeated in agreement. "Alycia Debnam-Carey."

"Well, nice to meet you too, Alycia," I said, before adding curiously, "I'm sorry, this is going to sound stupid, but where are you from?"

She chuckled and it sounded adorable, lighting up the whole coach. "I'm from Australia, but I've lived here for a few years now."

"Ah, I figured it was Australia," I said, nodding my head. "Makes sense."

"No problem," she said with amusement. "I'm guessing you're from around here then."

"Yeah, I go to [your school name]," I said, turning so I could face her better.

"Oh, see, I go to [another school name]," she said with realisation. "Not far from each other."

"Apparently not," I said with a stifled smile. "So what made you want to do this? You really love kids or something?"

She nodded in agreement. "Yes, actually, that's exactly it."

"I was kidding."

She laughed quietly. "Well, I wasn't. I just thought it would be nice to do something like this before I go to university. Spice up my summer a bit."

I nodded in acknowledgment and she stared at me curiously.

"How about you?" she asked, and the coach began to move off when she did.

"I'd like to say it was something cute like your answer," I admitted, "but I just needed the money to be honest."

She cracked a smile and I noticed how it matched her eyes perfectly.

"It seemed like a good way to make some more money before uni," I continued. "Plus, I guess, like you said, it should make for a good summer. I mean, the activities these kids get to do..." I raised an eyebrow. "Canoeing? Rock climbing? Pottery class? That's some rich people shit right there. I definitely never did that as a kid."

She snickered, nodding in agreement. "Fair point. It looks fun, that's for sure."

I hummed in agreement.

"Also, you're not like, a weirdo, so that means being buddies should be fun," she added.

I felt my cheeks heating up as I smiled with amusement. "Er, thanks, I guess?"

Her green eyes lit up as she mirrored my smile. "It's a compliment."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I figured."

She got comfortable in her seat and looked down the aisle before sighing to herself. "How long is this trip again?"

I checked my watch. "It's nine now, so... three hours, give or take."

"Awesome, I'm gonna take a nap," she said instantly, before crossing her arms and shuffling about until she found a spot.

"You're tired?"

"Didn't sleep much last night," she said as she closed her eyes. "Don't wanna be crabby when I'm there."

I quirked a brow as I studied her. She was anything but crabby, and in fact seemed like she was wide awake. Strange girl, for sure.

"You're staring," she said, before opening an eye and looking at me. "What's up?"

My lips curled into a smile and I soon began to shake my head, stifling laughter. "No reason. I guess I'll wake you when we're there."

She opened her other eye and smiled tiredly, before giving me a cute little nod. "Greatly appreciated, love."

I ran a hand through my hair as my smile somehow stayed fixed on my face. She closed her eyes again and I distracted myself by looking out the window, but all I could think about was how strange this girl next to me was.

I was unpacking my suitcase when the camp leader was making her rounds in the counsellors' cabin. There were several bunk beds and I was sharing with Alycia, who dibbed the top bunk after claiming she'd always wanted one as a kid. Again, strange girl, what'd I tell you?

"...and who do we have next?"

I looked up from my suitcase and saw the camp leader approaching Alycia and I with a warm smile – a blonde woman in her forties. Alycia jumped off the top bunk and joined my side, smiling widely at me before looking to the leader.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N," I introduced myself, returning the leader's smile.

"Great to have you here, Y/N," she said enthusiastically. "I'm just introducing myself to everyone and letting them know who I am and what my role is. So, I guess," she laughed, "I'm Marissa and I'm your point of contact for any issues or queries you have."

"So, my boss?" I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

"Technically, yes," she nodded, then shook her head, "but I hate the way that makes me sound. So consider me one of your colleagues, like everyone else here."

"Okay, cool," I said with a nod, before looking to a quiet Alycia, wondering when she'd introduce herself.

"And would you look who decided to sign up for this summer," Marissa said knowingly, smirking at Alycia. "Alycia Debnam-Carey."

Alycia smiled awkwardly and I grew confused. Did they know each other or something...?

"I see you read my name on the list," Alycia said quickly, motioning to the clipboard in Marissa's hand. "I mean, how else would you know who I am?"

"What are you talking about, silly? Why wouldn't I know my only niece–"

"Nice, thank you! So are you, Marissa," Alycia cut her off, nodding her head.

I looked between them both as, clearly, Alycia was terrible at hiding the fact that she was Marissa's niece. I wasn't sure why she was hiding it, but whatever. It was too amusing to witness.

"Okay...," Marissa said with confusion, eyeing Alycia curiously, before looking between us with a smile again. "I'll leave you lovely ladies to settle in. There's no pressure today since the kids will arrive tomorrow, but do read your handbooks for more information. And if you have any questions, feel free to find me or any of the other supervisors."

I nodded and watched her leave, before leaning against the bunk as Alycia looked everywhere but at me.

With an entertained smile, I said, "So you're related, huh?”

She played it off very badly. "Pfft, what? What are you talking about?"

I chuckled. "You're very strange, you know that? But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

She finally met my eyes, startling green ones filled with relief as a sheepish smile spread on her lips. "Thank you..."

"I mean, I'm definitely curious why you're hiding it, but I'm sure I'll find out eventually," I added, before going back to my suitcase.

"Sure...," she said sarcastically, before jumping up onto the top bunk to finish unpacking.

The next morning, the kids arrived in coaches and were getting their initiation in the main hall, leaving all the camp councillors to prepare for their daily activities.

Alycia and I were assigned to fishing for the morning, so we found ourselves by the lake in the early morning sun. It was beautiful out and I was grateful to be spending the summer in such a lovely area. I couldn't have imagined being somewhere like this otherwise, or even having the opportunity to.

"Okay, so according to this, we need to find the instructors and the fishing cabin," I said as I studied the handbook. "It should be nearby apparently. Hold on, let me get my map."

"No need, I know the way," Alycia said with a shrug, before leading the way.

"Oh, awesome," I said, following after her and falling into step. "How d'you know where it is?"

Alycia paused, before answering, "Studied the map last night."

I hummed, impressed. "That explains how you knew where to find breakfast this morning."

She chuckled and I cracked a smile before looking ahead. Indeed, Alycia was correct as I saw a cabin up ahead, presumably where the instructors were.

"So, are you excited to get our group of kids today?" I asked, glancing her way.

She smiled with ease. "Yeah, I am. It should be fun! Aren't you?"

"I guess," I said, noticing how her excitement was contagious and made me feel like a smile was permanently fixed onto my face. "Let's hope they like us."

She slapped me gently on the arm, taking me by surprise.

"Pardon you?" I said sarcastically with a quirked brow.

"Why would would you say that?" she asked incredulously, an amused smile on her face. "Of course they'll like us... right?"

I chuckled. "Seriously? You're fussed about that?"

"As much as I love kids, you can get some really evil ones," she said knowingly. "You don't want to be on the wrong side of an evil child, Y/N."

"Clearly you've been," I realised, finding her expression amusing. "Care to share?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "It wasn't me actually. It was a friend of mine. We were doing work experience at some primary school when one of the boys threw water balloons at her."

"That doesn't seem so bad," I said with a shrug.

"She was holding a tray of hot tea," Alycia added bitterly.

I winced. "Damn... remind me not to carry tea around or piss off any water balloon-owning boys."

Alycia breathed out with exasperation, but I could see her laugh lines appearing as she held one in.

"C'mon, let's get settled," I said to her when we reached the cabin.

After meeting the fishing instructors and being told what and what not to do, Alycia and I joined them by the lake and waited around until our group would finish with initiation.

"You know," I said, earning Alycia's attention, "I was thinking about yesterday and how you didn't want me to know about Marissa being your auntie."

Alycia closed her eyes. "Oh, god..."

"Nobody will care, y'know," I said to her with a reassuring smile. "We're all grown up. Nobody cares how you got the job, if that's what you're worried about."

Alycia opened her eyes and forced a small smile. "Right."

"I mean, it's not like your family owns the camp, is it?"

I was only joking, but the way Alycia's face changed made me realise that maybe I was right. Her eyes widened so much that I could make out the green, even with the sun streaming in my eyes.

My jaw dropped. "Your family owns the camp?!" Everything started to fit together like puzzle pieces in my mind as I realised aloud, "That makes so much sense... why you know where everything is. You were here as a kid, right? You would have to be if your family owned it."

Overcoming her terrible ability to lie, Alycia moved forward and glanced around before smiling dismissively. "That's not it. I mean, it is, but–"

"Wait, aren't the people who own this place like millionaires?" I realised, raising my eyebrows. "This is one of their many camps around the world, right? Shit, is that why you wanted to hide it?"

"That's not right!" Alycia exclaimed awkwardly. "I mean, okay, it is, but it's not my family. It's my auntie's family! She's the millionaire. Not me."

I smiled with disbelief. "Holy shit. That's wild."

"Look, it's not that big of a deal," she tried to laugh it off nervously, "I just needed a summer job and my aunt helped me out. She lives here and runs this camp, so she didn't mind giving me the job. No biggie."

I was still very surprised, never knowing anyone who was this closely linked to a wealth of that amount. I always assumed people with that much money were quite snobby – presumptuous, I know, but can you blame me? – but Alycia was way too nice to be like that, as was her auntie. Guess I was wrong.

"Look, I get why you hid it now," I said, hoping to reassure her. "Terribly, might I add, but I get it." I smiled to hopefully make her feel better. "Like you said, it's not a big deal. Don't worry. I won't say anything to anyone."

She seemed very relieved as her shoulders relaxed and an appreciative glint was in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said gently.

Sensing her discomfort, I tried to change the subject as I nudged her in the shoulder gently and nodded to my fishing rod. "So, how are your fishing skills?"

"They should be good," she said, piquing my interest, "since I was one of the kids who did the 'rich people shit' here when I was younger."

It took me a second to realise where I'd heard that before, until I realised I'd said that to her on the coach ride yesterday. Cringing with embarrassment, I face palmed as I heard her laughter surrounding me.

"Sorry for saying that," I apologised with warm cheeks. "If I had known..."

"It's cool," she said with a suppressed smile. "But seriously? I can help if you need any. I fished at a camp back in Australia as a kid. Was pretty fun."

I nodded, but I still felt embarrassed as she studied me with humoured eyes.

Why was I like this?

"It's been two weeks, mum, are you really gonna do this every day for the next month?"

My mum smiled teasingly, knowing it would bug me. Nonetheless, I cracked a smile as she and my little sister stared at me through the phone.

I was FaceTiming them in my free time and updating them on my life since almost twenty-four hours ago when I'd last called them. I'd been doing it every day since arriving here because my family just happened to be that annoyingly protective.

"You know I'm extremely jealous of you, right?" my sister, Y/S/N, said with an eye roll, though she was smiling. "Mum keeps giving me chores. Bit of a piss-take if you ask me."

My mum slapped her upside the head, making me laugh at her expression.

"Mind your fuckin' language, Y/S/N," she warned, only making me laugh harder.

"I wonder where she gets it from," I joked.

"So, how's it going?" my mum changed the subject. "What did you do today?"

I thought to myself as I recalled the day. "Er, same old same old. Went for a hike this morning, then had some lunch. Did some rock climbing in the afternoon and now we're having some leisure time before dinner. It's not too bad. Really fun, actually."

"You should've taken me with you," Y/S/N mumbled, making my mum nudge her with annoyance.

"Shut up, you love it here," my mum said, before pulling her close with a teasing smile. She looked to me, adding, "We're having fun too, Y/N."

"All she keeps saying is how much she misses you," Y/S/N deadpanned, making me roll my eyes playfully.

"Funny since I feel like I've barely left 'cause I call you every bloody day," I said with a knowing look.

"You know your dad likes it when you check in," my mum countered.

"Yeah, so do you," I fired back, making her laugh.

"Yeah," she agreed between laughter.

Before I could say anything, I looked up at the sound of the cabin door opening and saw Alycia walking in. When she spotted me, a smile appeared on her lips and her eyes lit up.

"There you are," she said, approaching me. "I was looking for you. I wanted to ask if– oh, shit, are you on the phone? Sorry. I can leave if–"

"Who's that?" my sister asked curiously.

"Oi, you finally made friends?" my mum joked a little too loudly, making me smile with embarrassment and kill myself internally.

"Sorry, that's my family," I explained to Alycia. "It's okay. If you need me, I can–"

"Hi, Y/N's friend who I've never met before and probably never will!" Y/S/N sang from the phone, making me release a shaky breath through gritted teeth.

Alycia was clearly amused as she took a seat beside me on my bed and appeared in the camera.

"Hi there," she greeted politely, a shy smile on her face. She gave a little wave as she glanced to me, before adding, "I'm Alycia."

For someone with a big mouth, Y/S/N went quiet as she awkwardly waved back in response.

"Not so much to say now, eh, tit face?" I mumbled.

"Alycia, you must be Y/N's buddy, right?" my mum realised, surprising me with how much she listened. "The one from Australia?"

I sighed to myself as Alycia laughed from beside me.

"Yeah, that's me," Alycia said with a nod. "I'm guessing you're Y/N's mum?"

"She's probably talked badly of me when mentioning me, right?" my mum joked, making me groan loudly.

Alycia nudged me in the shoulder gently as she answered my mum, "Only nice things, Mrs. Y/L/N, honestly."

"Call me Y/M/N," my mum insisted. "So, how are you finding the whole camp thing? You enjoying it?"

"She's just gonna talk your ear off, so you may as well just take it," I said to Alycia, handing her my phone.

With amusement, she accepted it and began to chat to my mum on FaceTime. Y/S/N chimed in some times and I merely sat there, praying to God that none of them would say anything embarrassing, which of course was unlikely.

"Right, I'll leave you girls to it," my mum said after ten minutes of pointless conversation. "Enjoy your evening. Love you lots, Y/N."

Feeling Alycia watching me, I got out with embarrassment, "Love you too, mum. Bye."

She waved goodbye to me before hanging up. When I put my phone away, I stood up and avoided Alycia's eyes.

"Sorry about that," I said awkwardly. "She does that a lot."

"No need to apologise," Alycia said with a kind smile as she stood up too. "They're lovely."

I finally met her eyes, giving her a knowing look. "They're embarrassing. My mum literally insists on one call every day to make sure I didn't happen to die in the forest or anything."

Alycia's smile widened as she laughed at my joke. Admittedly, my stomach flipped at the sound, as I realised just how amazing her laugh sounded.

"That's sweet though," Alycia defended.

"It's sweet when it's not your own parents," I countered.

She shrugged. "I guess. Mine aren't that overprotective."

I leaned against the bunk as I asked, "Have you talked to yours since we got here?"

"Once, when we arrived, but nothing since then," she said with a shrug. "They're not fussed since my auntie is here.

"Ah," I said with realisation. "Makes sense. She literally does this for a living, no wonder they trust you."

She chuckled and nodded, before crossing her arms and looking down at her shoes.

"What do you parents do?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, you know...," she said dismissively. "Finance."

"Sounds... fun," I said with a confused smile, before adding, "Your parents and your auntie must be complete opposites."

She cracked a smile as she shrugged again. "Yeah."

"What did you need anyway?" I asked. "When you came in before my mum hijacked our conversation to speak with you?"

Alycia raised her brows with realisation. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask if you wanted to get dinner together. You don't have to though."

I couldn't help but smile. "Sure thing. I see you're not sick of me just yet."

As we began to walk to the door, she glanced at me with a playful smile. "Surprisingly, no, I'm not."

I shoved her jokingly, making her stifle a laugh, before feeling my phone vibrate. I saw it was a text from my sister.

She's way too pretty to be your friend, it read, making me roll my eyes.

"Who is it?" Alycia asked as she held the door open for me.

"Sister," I said, before nodding appreciatively at her and walking through.

"Already?" she asked with confusion. "She okay?"

As I wrote my response, I answered, "Yeah, she's just being a tit."

Dickhead, I texted her back, before smiling with satisfaction and pocketing my phone.

When I signed up for this job, I honestly didn't expect to be enjoying it this much. Not only were the kids lovely, but so were the other workers. Plus, the activities were super fun, especially because we basically got paid to have a good time.

I'd like to think I had a new friend also, which was Alycia. We'd grown closer in the past four weeks of being buddies and working together, and to my surprise, it felt like we'd known each other way longer. I couldn't remember the last time I'd grown this comfortable with someone so quickly, but I tried not to question it since I was trying to enjoy this summer the best I could.

Speaking of Alycia... I was talking to one of the instructors about where the spare hiking boots were one day, and when I finished my conversation and the instructor left, I was approached by the Australian herself.

She had something behind her back as she smiled brightly my way, making my stomach do another flip, something I noticed it had been doing a lot whenever I was around her.

"Hey," I greeted her, returning the smile. "You good?"

She glanced over her shoulder for some reason, before nodding and revealing what was behind her back – some freshly picked flowers.

"Aww, Alycia, those are beautiful," I said, admiring them and giving her a smile. I knew how much she loved flowers, so this wasn't too unexpected. "You wanna put them in the cabin?"

"No, actually, they're for you," she said confidently, before holding them closer to me.

I was certainly surprised, but accepted the flowers. "Oh, I– er, wow, thank you."

I wasn't too sure if she was giving me them in a friendly way or in a bit-more-than-friendly way, so my brain was still catching up.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to accompany me to the campfire this evening," she said, her gaze softening ever so slightly, making my throat go dry.

Was she asking me out?

"Oh, er...," I began, but was still a little confused.

She sensed my confusion and subtly motioned to the kid that was standing nearby, watching us in the distance. I wasn't sure what that meant either, but Alycia's little nod made me play along.

"I'd love to," I said, thought it sounded more like a question as I quirked a brow.

She grinned and stepped back slightly, eyes lingering on mine. "Great. I'll see you later, Y/N."

Waving goodbye to her with my free hand, I called back, "See you later...?"

I watched as she walked away and eventually met with the kid, a young girl, in the distance and began talking to her about something. I was pretty confused, unsure whether that was for show or if she actually wanted to go with me, so I tried not to think about it as I put the flowers in some water and headed to the pottery room for our next class.

About twenty minutes later, I was sat at one of the benches with a few of the other kids, focusing my attention on carving into a pot I had made. It was pretty darn good, if I do say so myself, so I barely noticed when Alycia slipped onto the bench beside me until she leaned down on it and peered up at me with shimmering eyes.

"Hello," I said with a slight laugh, looking at her. "You okay?"

"Great," she settled, before looking at my pot. "Just as great as that looks."

"Cheers for that," I said, a little chuffed with myself, before distracting myself with carving a pattern.

A comfortable silence settled between us as she played with her own clay and I decorated mine, but I couldn't help but think about earlier and what she'd asked me. I wanted to know if she was genuinely asking or not, so I figured I'd just ask.

"Hey, Alycia," I got her attention without fully giving her mine so she wouldn't think I was thinking too hard on it. "D'you know earlier, when you asked me if I wanted to go to the campfire with you?"

"Yeah...?"

I licked my lips, a nervousness suddenly washing over me as I asked, "That was because of the kid, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah it was."

I swallowed hard as I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. "I thought it was."

I could see her staring at me in my peripheral vision as she explained.

"Basically, Angelina likes Taylor but didn't know how to ask her to the campfire tonight, so she asked me to show her how. So, I figured I'd ask you in front of her to show her."

I nodded, glad I wasn't meeting her gaze otherwise she'd know for sure that I was disheartened.

"Why? Did you want me to ask you?" she asked with a raised brow.

"No, that's not what I meant," I said quickly, flustered at the situation. "I– erm–" But I didn't know what to say, so stopped speaking.

Thankfully, she didn't take much notice as she looped her arm through mine and grabbed my attention. I looked at her and she nodded ahead, making me follow her gaze. I saw Angelina approaching another kid, presumably Taylor, with a bouquet of freshly-picked flowers, just like Alycia had done earlier.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Alycia was very interested as she leaned against me and watched like it was the most interesting thing ever. It must have been going well as it soon ended with Taylor accepting the flowers and both girls grinning to each other. Angelina eventually turned to walk away, but not before finding Alycia's eyes and giving her a thumbs up with an adorable grin.

Alycia returned the thumbs up before sitting up straight and smiling widely at me, a look of pride on her face.

"I am a genius," Alycia said aloud, before popping her collars on her polo shirt for added effect.

I cracked a smile, admiring how cute she looked. "Debatable, but you're definitely helpful."

She gave me a knowing look, her green eyes dark as she held our gaze. "Flowers always work, Y/N. Who can say no to flowers?"

"True," I agreed with a nod, whilst also thinking about how it helped that the girl holding them was pretty awesome too.

"Anyway, forget that," she said quickly enough, before leaning in the palm of her hand and staring at me. "What d'you say then?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

She looked to me like I knew what she was talking about. "You know... to going to the campfire with me this evening."

I tried not to laugh. "I mean, I guess so, but–"

"As my date," she clarified, surprising me yet again.

I felt my mouth go dry as I raised my eyebrows. "Oh."

She waited patiently, eyes flickering between mine with confident green ones, though there was a hint of nervousness shining in them. I realised she was asking me out for real now and had to take a moment to acknowledge it before finally responding.

"Yeah," I said, finding my words. "I'd love to... yeah."

She smiled with relief. "Great. I can't wait."

I felt my cheeks grow warm as I returned her smile, feeling butterflies in my stomach at the way she stared at me, before looking down to to my carvings again.

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Heart Podium (Joe Burrow x OC x Max Verstappen)

Many times our childhood dreams cannot be realized, due to our overly fertile imagination, many times our professional childhood dreams cannot be realized either, either due to the delay in getting a place at the university we dreamed of or the lack of opportunities when it comes to working in the arts or sports.

There's always plan b.

Kayleigh was one of those kids, it's true that dreaming of being a Backyardigan was difficult, but she was left with plan b, a plan that was broadcast every Sunday before the NFL, her father would have lunch, afternoon snack and dinner on the same channel, watching the drivers and then the Cleveland Browns, his favorite team in the state.

That was the most exciting thing Kayleigh had in her childhood, watching Formula One followed by a good Browns game, arriving at school and eagerly wanting to talk to someone, but the girls didn't like the subject and asked to talk about something else and the boys laughed at her.

Leaving her and her mom's cookies in the stands.

Until one day she plucked up the courage and asked her father to play go-kart, finding a track in the state of Ohio in 2004, it wasn't the easiest task in the world, but he managed it and little by little, it went from being a joke to a serious thing.

Until high school came and she discovered that there were two ways to get into college: she had to be very smart or know how to play some sport, in 2011 in the United States, go-kart doesn't really mean a sport, far from it.

Not knowing what to do, she decided to confront her parents in her first year.

Not wanting to do anything, since it wouldn't help her with her possible future career was a very risky step.

For her parents, it's not even worth mentioning, they wanted to freak out, exchanging the stability of a degree for a go-kart race, for them it's crazy, especially when they've always prepared themselves financially for it, when they always prepared for her to enter university, which is not the cheapest thing,and it was in these uncertainties and in the midst of this conflict of whether or not to go to college that she tried to get interested in more conventional sports.

But when she tried out, she was terrible at soccer, average at lacrosse, slow at basketball, tough at gymnastics, shy at cheerleading, short at volleyball, afraid of water when swimming and she's a girl, she couldn't play American football.

It was during one of these that she found herself making a fuss.

-You're going to regret it, you know, you're losing the best wide receiver the world has ever seen - She yelled.

One of the guys looked at her in fright, while others wondered who she was.

-You know you were running for the cornerback spot, right? A blond guy tells her.

-Yeah, I know, that's exactly why - She sighs tiredly.

-Because you came to try for the spot right here, you know they don't choose girls easily.

-I’ve tried everywhere, I came here just to cause trouble, I had nothing to do” She confesses, leaving him confused.

-Really?

-Yes-They end up laughing.

-You don’t like a specific sport, maybe if you try there you’ll do better, maybe explain to the coach that you like it and want to learn and she’ll let you stay-He suggests.

-I like watching, but not putting it into practice, I’m doing this more so my parents can see that I’m not good, I already know I’m not good-She sighs.

-I’m sorry-He gives her a half smile, until she feels a crack.

-Geez, I haven’t tried baseball yet-she remembers and gets up, leaving the equipment there.

-They don’t accept girls either-He reminds her.

-That’s exactly why-Kayleigh laughs.

-By the way, what's your name?-She stops, holding the door.

-I'm Joseph-he says shyly.

-I'm Kayleigh, see you soon, Joseph.

And yes, she tried baseball, but the first time she held the bat, it ended up between the legs of the boy next to her, who fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Kayleigh was thrown out.

Fate was cruel to her when it came to sports, but it only reinforced the idea that she had to continue in karting.

After meeting Joseph, she would see him someday, as she thought, but she would see him every day, until the prom, when after two years together, she finally realized that they would have to separate by force,and how that hurt, not only for her but for him too.

-I can’t believe you’re going to Europe, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m going to tell Ohio State to go fuck itself, I’ll go with you wherever you have to go, but I don’t want to be away from you.-His cheeks already reddened from the cold, he said.

-Stop saying that, you’ve been given an incredible opportunity, you have to take advantage of it.-She tried to convince him.

-But I can’t imagine being away from you.-Hearing that, she lay down on his lap.

-We’ll get through this, you’ll see, and we’ll be strong.

The first year away was the hardest, not only for Joseph, but for her parents too, because seeing their daughter try to make a living racing karts, traveling all over Europe, was something that made them so proud, but at the same time so apprehensive.The second year seemed to be easier. They were already well accustomed to the routine of video calls, social media, messages, letters. They sent polaroids to hang up. Once, Joseph even caught himself putting his perfume on the paper to make sure she could smell him. They exchanged gifts, everything.

Until the careers arrived on television, Joseph could sit down and look for the channel to watch her and she could pick up the phone and watch the college divisionals.The fifth year passed, the sixth too, and then the seventh, when Joe finally took off in his career in American football, being drafted by the Cincinnati Bengals.

And the following year, Kayleigh did what she never imagined she would be able to do: she reached Formula One, after almost dying waiting for this event. Of course the party was huge, she returned to her country with all possible honor, suddenly a little girl from Ohio was going to compete for a title for a team and everyone wanted to know what this little girl does and better, where are the American boys who are not having the same prominence?But she could never say that it had any real effect on the American public. Formula One is still a playboy thing for them, to the point where they even consider golf a more accessible sport.

Just as she was there for Joe's big debut, he was there for his big debut, of course,but their contracts ended up preventing more contact. They had to train, they had to focus, they couldn't travel long distances or do physical work before their work, and they also couldn't be too far away from their work.

It allowed them to spend a few moments together. She would catch his last games if he made the playoffs and he would catch her first races,so much time apart didn't make their love diminish. On the contrary, seeing each other's achievements seemed to only strengthen their love for each other.And even without knowing, there was someone who was not at all happy with this growing love.

-Joe said he'll call me soon.-She jumps around the room excitedly, waiting for someone to call her to give her the prize.

-Hmm- Max makes an annoyed face, leaving his helmet on the stand.

-That's cute, it's the middle of the night in the United States, isn't it?-Carlos asks her, all smiles.

-Yes, it's the middle of the night and he stayed up.-She doesn't hide her smile.

-Really the last of the romantics.-Max rolls his eyes.

-Stop being annoying, she's so happy.-Carlos watches her like a doting father.

Max glares at him, enough for the Spaniard to avoid him and stay quiet.

And of course, the next day, as always happens after every race, Joe sends her a huge bouquet, with a dedication and, when he is present, romantic letters.For most people around him, it is just his European or rather, Dutch humor.

But for those who actually live with him and see the mistakes he makes and notices, the way he treats her when she talks about other things and when she talks about Joe, they understand very well.

Max messed up her hair, trying to free her mind from those thoughts, from that feeling, but realized it was difficult.After another podium with her, another trip to a random bar with everyone involved, the country's biggest celebrities and everything else, he could no longer stand two things.

The first, Charles flirting even with the walls of the place.

The second, the fact that she trusted George more than him, to tell him the reason for her 37th breakup with Joe.

-I honestly don't understand you guys, one moment you say that distance is good, the next you break up because of distance, make up your mind damn it-George, tired of the situation, slammed his hand on the table.He fixed his hair, looked around and composed himself.

-Sorry man, I got carried away-He spoke like most people do sometimes, treating her like a man.

-I know it's not the most normal thing to do, but it tires me out-She said finally, she didn't want to waste her friend's night with this, much less make him occupy his mind with his problems.

She went to the bar to order another drink, without realizing who was next to her.

-Did you bump into something?-She heard someone ask and then looked to the side to see Max.

-What do you mean?-She immediately became confused.

-Your leg is kind of purple,-he says.

-Oh, let's just say I might have fallen on my suitcase- She rolls her eyes.

-It's the third time this season.-He holds back his laughter.

-She goes everywhere and sometimes it happens.-She shrugs.

-Your suitcase can make you more purple than your boyfriend, I think it's time to trade him for her.-Max takes a sip of his drink, savoring every note of it, satisfied with yet another mean comment about Joe. He knows how distance affects him and that's nothing more than a psychological game, sending indirect messages that hurt.

As always, she remained silent, discreetly observing her leg and trying to cover the bruise, with her face reddened.

-I can't blame him, he's going after his dream." She answers for the first time, even if a while later and too quietly, as if she wasn't even there anymore.

Until the girl asks herself, why is Max worried about this?

For a second, Max almost misses the destination of the glass, looking at her.

-Really, there are men whose only dream is to chase a ball, not to have trophies and a woman who loves him.-He takes the opportunity to retort.

-Thanks for ruining the rest of my night, Max, you're always so sensitive.-She answers, choked, finishes her drink and walks towards the exit with long strides.

Max remains there at the bar, staring at the various bottles, some full, others half full, thinking that once again she leaves angry with him, because he doesn't defend her dear Joe.

-You don't have to be so rude all the time, I know you're used to guys around here, but you have to realize that there are girls around here now and they deserve to be treated with kindness and affection, did you know that women are people too?Lewis appears at her side, irritated by the situation.

-Have you stopped talking, Lewis Senna Hamilton?He scoffed.

Max was already drunk enough to almost drag himself back to the hotel.

And even after spending the next few hours thinking about whether or not to knock on her door, as he always does when he’s drunk, he decided it wasn’t the right time.

When he woke up with the sun and that strange feeling, since that’s usually when he goes to sleep, thanks to the jet lag, he allowed himself the luxury of staying a few more minutes in that comfortable bed, under all those sheets, grabbing the fluffiest of his pillows to hug, trying to get it into his head that he was hugging her, trying to get it into his mind that he woke up next to her that morning, it seems he was so used to doing this every morning that with each passing day, the images became clearer in his mind and the sensations stronger.

And for the next race he had a surprise, he jumped out and took off his helmet and head protector, looking in disbelief at the smiling couple on the sidelines watching the track.

-Joe, should I congratulate you or say my condolences? Max gives his best sarcastic smile.

-I don't understand- Joe's radiant smile fades.

-What do you expect from a player? Max grumbles, he had meters around to pass and reach his destination, a screen to review his training, but he made sure to pass between the two, bumping into Joe.

He placed his helmet on the table next to him, silently completing the malicious thought, about his possible dubious qi, when he saw Joe approaching through the shadow on the ground, his smile only grew wider.

Kayleigh decided to leave, aware that they would have some kind of argument.

-I don't understand your stubbornness, Max- Joe confessed, watching Max from a few inches away.

-I say it over and over again, what can you expect from a player? Max rolls his eyes.

-And what are you, don’t you play in this?Joe retorts.

-I’m a pilot, it’s different-he says, convinced.

On the side of the track, tired and just waiting for time to pass, the topic, as always, was just one.

-Max is PMSing- Lando comments while sitting on the floor.

-We should take up a collection and pay a gynecologist, so she can prescribe some medicine, I don’t know- Hulkenberg adds.

-I think what he needs is a psychiatrist, one minute he’s calm, the next he wants to kill you, he’s crazy- Lewis concludes.

-He just needs some time to calm down, recharge his batteries and rest- George defends him.

But he ends up getting angry looks from everyone.

-For this and other reasons, I stay away from that snake pit they call Red Bull, God forbid I have to deal with that creature - Charles says, looking disdainfully at their reserved space.

-No offense, Kay- He makes his observation.

-No offense, I can't stand it anymore- She confesses.

-Not even Kayleigh throws this tantrum when she's on her period, honestly we don't even know when that happens, thanks for sparing us- Lando thanks her, making her laugh.

-I think there are certain details that aren't necessary- She comments.

Max walks past the group with firm steps.

-No one moves their ass in this place, then they complain about the podium- He sends the indirect message with his angry eyes.

Everyone there exchanges glances.

-Hold the Japanese- Ricciardo warns.

-Why? Charles finds the request strange.

-I’m warning you, hold the Japanese guy-he repeats.

And indeed, poor Tsunoda is at breaking point with Max.

Joe left, but Max’s sourness didn’t.

During breakfast at the hotel, Pierre’s strawberries were more sour than expected.

-Her boyfriend leaves and doesn’t get a bruise on his neck, he’s a real wimp- Max grumbles, savoring his waffles.

George’s eyes widen, he wipes his mouth with the napkin next to him.

-Max, how rude. He glances at Max out of the corner of his eye.

But Pierre has the most priceless face, he looks like he’s eaten something spoiled.

-Jesus, you weirdo, who says that, keeps an eye on others, has he become a tax inspector now? He left his comment.

-Watch out guys, there are people watching our necks- Lando dramatically covers his with his sweatshirt.

-I think you should start thinking about where and when you say certain things, Max- Carlos warns him, earning his laugh.

-Why? Do you know anything?” The Dutchman stared at him.

-Common sense Max, just common sense- he retorted.

-That was ridiculously sexist, Max, if that’s what you say, imagine what you think- Lewis gives him his best disapproving look.

-Have you finished your testimony Lewis?Max provokes him.

Max’s life became increasingly complicated there, with the boys and his provocations, little by little choosing to be alone, but not as much as Kayleigh's, who, in addition to having to put up with his mood swings, also has to put up with Joe's suspicions.

His jealousy used to have no name, but now it has a first and last name. Kayleigh only sees one reason for it, the fact that they work together, nothing else could make sense, andexplaining it doesn't seem to help, Joe found himself wondering why they exchanged smiling handshakes live, if she hates him so much.

-Do you really think that after the race, I'll remember how much I hate him? Of course not, Joe. I just think that I won or that I need to improve, hug everyone involved and leave. - She explains, pacing back and forth across the room.

-I don't want to be the annoying guy, but he doesn't look like he hates you, he seems to take advantage of your innocence. - Joe says almost desperately.

-What innocence, Joe? - She asks him.

-Kay, I don't want to fight over this guy. I'm just saying that this isn't something that makes me comfortable. You're walking around half the world with them in a place full of men working, next to several men, and that bothers me. Not only because of jealousy, I don't know, maybe they'll try to do something to you. -

-Jesus, Joe, don't say something like that. I understand your side, okay. I'm not saying you're wrong, but you need to trust me. I won't betray your trust. I haven't done that in all these years. Why would I do it now? - She tries to calm him down.

-Sorry for stressing you out. - He sighs heavily.

And it's been like this for a while.

Even when they're not at work, free to visit somewhere, Max seems to show up in the same place as her or simply in a place nearby, which makes Joe even more suspicious.

But Max couldn't stop there. When he saw her calmly standing there taking some notes, Max approached her with the excuse of seeing what she was writing down and it was then that he took the opportunity to bring his face too close to hers, which left her somewhat speechless. He placed his hand on her hip, giving her a discreet caress.

-Studying for the race, kitten?- He smiled at her reaction, a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

-Sorry Kay, I forget that you're sensitive to male touches. He laughed, leaving her blushing and finally going where he wanted.

She closed her eyes, not liking it at all. His provocations were getting more and more personal with Joe.

Whenever Max managed to get the slightest hint, he would walk away smiling.

But this time, George decided to confront him.

-You should be ashamed of touching women who are in a committed relationship inappropriately- he says, somewhat indignantly.

-Have you had your tea yet, dear English nobleman?" George rolls his eyes.

-Max, I'm serious, that's not cool, it could cause unnecessary confusion- he insists.

-You look so cute saying 'unnecessary'.Max laughs at the guy, who decides to get more serious.

-When Joe gets pissed off and comes to punch you in the face, don't tell me I never warned you.

-Before he punches me in the face, he'll punch you in the face, because you're the little friend who's always around, hugging and advising when they break up. Do you really think he's going to come after me, George?

-I'm in a committed relationship, I've never done this with bad intentions. He doesn't like the accusation.

-Wow, now I'm confused, is this a swing or a threesome? Max laughs to himself.

George stopped walking at the same moment, offended and even more shocked by another accusation.

When he realized it, Max took a few steps back and ruffled his hair.

-Just kidding, George, you're so cute.

But even his happiest days get bad when he sees the two of them together on social media, kisses, dates, more kisses. Max is sure that if Joe knew how jealous he is of him, for being able to love the woman he loves, he would definitely dig a hole to the center of the earth and stay there, far from Max's eyes.

He has thought countless times about using Joe's number saved on his phone, to send some manipulated photo or one that would have a double meaning, but knowing the two of them, he believes that even that would be reason to break up and get back together after a few days.

But it's these photos, the flowers, the letters, her giggles in the corners of the hotel, that make him freak out when he shouldn't. After being next to her in one of the endless meetings and noticing his new gift, a ring on her finger, that was enough for Max to find any reason to start stomping his feet and shouting. And sometimes he even measures her before the race, in the best possible way, as if he were casting a curse on her. -Damn, did you two fight? The boy asks her. -Honestly, I don't know, he left the meeting shouting, now he just looks at me like that. She sighs tiredly. At one of the parties, thanks to Charlie, he can talk to her a little. -You know, girls, sometimes we reach 200 kilometers per hour.He boasts, the trio of friends start drooling in French. -You could say that I am speed. He gives her his most seductive smile.

Max denied it and snorted.

-If I say something like that, I'll get a restraining order.- He takes a good sip of his drink.

-Also, with a sensitive mood like that, you can be sure that many would be afraid. She teased.

-So I don't have a chance? He used his playful tone.

-You're quite cheeky, you know. She lightly took his hand as a quick friendly caress, more for his level of need, that wasn't just a caress.

Max took her hand, lifting it and bringing it to his lips, finally leaving a caress there.

She was embarrassed, but she couldn't see any harm in anything Max did; for her, that was just an apology for the previous treatment.

But from that day on, it could be said that Max started to look at her more, in increasingly shameless ways.

Once again, with a podium in his hands, he waited for her, making sure to catch her eyes, just so she could see him measuring her completely, and she could see that it really affected her.

Or another time, when she was already embarrassed by him staring at her, while she watched the screen with the replay of some moments of the race, he caressed her face, giving her a wink.

She certainly doesn't know what to do with that.

Joe can't dream of that, while Max seems to love it.

But what she didn't expect was for someone to tell Joe about the flirting and say that she is increasingly cornered by the situation.

Unfortunately for Joe, in the middle of his season and fortunately for Max, in the middle of Joe's season.

One day after getting out of the car, Max was waiting for her, not giving her much space to walk away, the girl took off her helmet without knowing what that was, does he want to solve something? Are they going to slap each other or something like that? She wondered.

-How are you, Max? She looked at him.

-You were amazing, you know that? He spoke softly, raising his hands again to her hips and patting them a few times.

-Thanks, I have to go - she said, without giving Max any space. He wanted to know how she was when her only option was to be ridiculously close to him.

The group was confused, to say the least, they didn't know what the hell was going on and what the atmosphere was like.

As Max walked away with firm steps, when he saw that she was far away, he decided to try to get along with the Red Bull team.

-Sometimes I forget that she's not a guy - he laughed for no reason, but he's not like the other boys, who really do forget that she's the woman there. Max remembers who she is every second.

But Joe's situation is nothing that a phone call can't solve.

-Joe, I don't understand who told you that? He asked.

-Someone I trust- Joe justifies himself.

-Joe, I'm going to be honest, if I had the chance to sleep with her, you can be sure I would have done it already, as many times as I could and you can be sure that every time I lie down in my bed, I wonder why it hasn't happened yet and guess what, it's your fault- Max decides to be honest just to hear what Joe has to say.

-You're really brave to say something like that, you know? You know what, I'm going to kill you- Joe gets upset enough for Max to have some difficulty understanding what he's saying, the Dutchman gave his best laugh.

-You know, just a simple touch on her hip makes her all embarrassed, it makes me wonder how long it's been since she's been with a real man, but apparently I don't think that's ever happened, especially since she's only been with you- He continued his provocations.

-Joe, it's really cool that you're the cute guy who gives flowers after every race, gives gifts, writes letters, but if I were you I'd start to worry, because there are a lot of people watching her and I'm one of those people- Joe snorted from the other side.

-Because you can be sure that if I were her boyfriend, her legs wouldn't need a stupid touch to go weak, a simple look would be enough to make her remember a lot of things, things like that my friend, let's be honest, we're among friends here, you don't- Max stabbed the last time, hearing a sound of something breaking and he was sure it wasn't a glass but the phone.

Kayleigh almost didn't find out anything, they both avoided the subject just waiting for the other to tell.

But as the races went by, the atmosphere between Max and her seemed increasingly confused.

With the end of another race, Max lifted her up in a hug that at the moment, out of joy, she didn't stop to think about everything that was happening, but Joe did.

-The thing is, if it were me, it wouldn't be just fucking work- Joe shouted loud enough for her to have to pull the phone away from her ear.

-It was just a hug Joe, we've been together for I don't know three, four years, we work side by side, I understand your jealousy, don't think I don't understand, I do understand and in your place I would be like that too, I'll talk to him okay, I promise I'll talk to him and we'll work this out- She tries to calm him down having this idea.

-Kayleigh Hawkins I trust you, please don't make me lose that trust in you, I love you regardless of whether we can't spend a month together without breaking up, I don't know what I would do without you- He asks sighing heavily on the other side.

-I never did anything to make you doubt me, you know that Joe, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't be with you until today, swallowing all these breakups, just promise me that you'll calm down, okay? I love you - She says finally.

She went to sleep and tried to calm her mind, she needed to be calm and talk to Max the right way, she knows how he is, even if she's a little uncomfortable with all this extra contact they're having, there's no reason to do this to Joe, to let him suffer with a situation that's already driving him crazy, he's far away and the only thing she can do is trust that they're telling him the truth.

She got ready, took pictures with everyone who asked and went into the nightclub, this time looking for Max, the first thing she thought would be that he'd be at the bar, as he always does, but nothing.

She spotted George and it doesn't hurt to try.

She nudged him lightly so that he would lean in without leaving the circle of conversation.

-Have you seen Max? She asks him.

-Thank God I haven't seen Satan today. I heard he came to Earth in the body of this Max guy, but honestly I think Max is the one possessing the devil. George turns back to the group of friends. Okay, that's not the information she wanted to hear today.

She asked Lando the question, indiscreetly interrupting him and a girl she doesn't know, earning a free kick.

-Man, I haven't seen him - Pierre says, already out of habit in the male environment.

She sighs, imagining two hypotheses: either he's hiding out with some girls or he's gone back to the hotel.

She quickly makes sure to send a message to Joe, saying that he's definitely with some woman and that she's going to wait a little longer to look for him again. She rolls her eyes at having to do that, still feeling like she's going to be really embarrassed.

She picked up her drink and decided to walk around again until she saw him walking outside with his glass and sitting alone at a table.

She hurried, she needed to be quick, she didn't want anyone to arrive in the middle of the process.

When she walked through the door, it was clear that he found it strange that she went there, he gave her a small smile that was returned.

-Can I sit here? She politely asked for one of the empty seats.

He put his hands under the armrest of his chair with a big smile.

-You can sit wherever you want.

-Okay - she mumbled tensely.

-What do you need? He asked her, making her a little embarrassed.

If he was having a bad day, it could get even worse, so she decided to be as cautious as possible.

-Joe talked to me yesterday, he was a little upset about our hug, he got jealous of you and you know, I don't want that to get in the way of anything, not you, me or him, so if you could reduce the physical contact it would be a big help. She smiles nervously.

Joe said he's jealous? he asks with the same apathetic expression.

It was then that his laughter startled her.

-Yeah, I know, it's irrational. She quickly agrees, starting to lose her voice and blush with embarrassment, she didn't need to be making such a fool of herself, she thought.

Max froze when he heard that and with his best ironic tone, asked her to continue.

-We've known each other for years, we work together on the same team, it's crazy to say this, I'm really sorry for this boring conversation, but I promised him I'd talk to you, you know- she's already preparing for the next kick, he'd probably say it's a favor not to have to hug her and that would be the kindest thing she could imagine that could come out of his mouth.

-First of all, I'm an educated man, so I wouldn't be talking nonsense, smiling, complimenting, or any of that crap to someone I'm not interested in. We both know you're smart, you don't need to force it so much. She's in a mix of understanding and not understanding.

He looks at her and realizes he's only confused her even more.

-Tell your boyfriend, if he's jealous, he'll have to have the balls to come here to solve it - Max says, enjoying the situation.

-This will create an unnecessary situation, you know, you don't need all this for a misunderstanding- she explains again.

-Let me explain something to you, since you didn't have the tact to notice, from the damn moment I met you, well before I knew that this idiot was your boyfriend, I was already in love with you and something stopped me from talking to you, my girlfriend. Now I'm single and nothing stops me from talking to you. Are you going to say you never noticed? Her feet fell, as she tried to reason, she felt a cold hand go up her thigh. She froze there, not knowing what to do, looking at Max who had the most peaceful expression in the world.

She looked down, seeing the hem of her loose black dress rising higher and higher, exposing the area. She couldn't understand how Max, who distributes rudeness, now had a hand on her thigh. She delicately brought her hand to meet his, making eye contact with him again, but when she thought she would stop her hand, she only made him squeeze the spot and get even closer to where he shouldn't.

-Max I think you- She prepares to get up, but he is faster.

-Sit down, we're not done talking - he uses his most gentle tone, but even so it's hard to say anything.

-That idiot Joe has even threatened to kill me, you know, because he knows that I like you and I made one thing clear to him and now it's going to be clear to you, the only thing I need is for you to say yes, you know where my room is, it's always next to yours, it's not hard to find, when you get tired of this idiot you can knock on my door. - He walks away.

-That's not how it works, it's not about getting tired of my boyfriend -She is cut off.

-I don't know how and what you like about him, so yes, it's a matter of getting tired of him

Even with the shock, she stayed quiet and didn't say anything to anyone, she thought that would make things easier, but everything got worse with Max.

Now besides being a sweetheart, he's simply everywhere.

This includes grabbing her hand when she is focused on the training screens, indiscreetly measuring her and, what has caught the team's attention the most, the number of times he touches her hair.

On another day, finishing some notes about the current track, she doesn't know when he appeared, but he started massaging her shoulders, slowly moving up to her neck. The first thing she did was cough to discreetly send him away, which didn't help.

-You need to relax, Kay, you're too tense - he says quietly.

One of the guys on the team walked by them.

-I'm enjoying seeing you helping each other, Red Bull spirit - the guy leaves smiling.

-Max, that's enough, you're going too far -she says through clenched teeth.

-That's my specialty. He laughed, one of his arms serving as support so he could slide his hand down her spine as far as he could reach, slowly moving up, noticing her held breath.

-You need to relax, why don't you take a deep breath and let my hands help you?He suggested.

-I need you to stop with the double-meaning jokes - She asked.

He didn't answer, he just brought his fingers to the back of her neck, massaging the tips of them and moving down a little, he got as close as the backless bench would allow, pressing her head against his torso, and finally sliding his fingers from her jaw until they almost reached her lap.

-And what kind of massage is this? Can you explain it to me? She asked reluctantly.

-A casual massage, like any other, I think that massage is more about touching someone's skin until you see relaxation appear, and that angle of you is wonderful - He teased, aware that with the force used there it would be difficult for her to move.

-Max, I didn't know you could give a massage - Lando shouts from outside.

-That's great for those who wear a helmet.

-I'll have one - Lando says, and Charles agrees next to him.

-Me too.

-Sure, boys. I'll be right there when I'm done. He smiles at the two of them, who continue on their way.

-Why aren't you writing it down? Did you forget what you wanted? He gives his most fake tone of concern.

But by giving her the massage right there, he makes it difficult for her to say anything.

He then gently lowers his fingers and finishes, bending down a little so that he's at the height of her neck.

-Stop pretending you didn't like it. Considering that you're dating Joe and how much your skin is crawling, I think you should go to the bathroom and get yourself together - he pats her shoulder.

-It's great to see how satisfying these hands are, not just on the steering wheel. He laughs, walking away and giving her another wink. Kayleigh closed the notebook, wanting to bury her face in the ground. This can't be happening. Max can't be serious. But he is very serious and to make the test complete, he decided to tease her with a little more than words. The situation has already escalated to a point where she doesn't know if she can keep denying it and, worse, what to say to Joe when he calls at the end of the day and she has the same scared expression. Suddenly, the guy who was a jerk to everyone has become an angel with her and, on top of that, says he's in love with her, to the point of making a scene. The point is, she doesn't know how far he's going with the description, but Max knows well.

Tsunoda, who is next to the two, was a bit embarrassed by his face towards her and hers towards the floor. He doesn't know if coughing would help to start a conversation or if anything else, the atmosphere around them became unpleasant and even tense.

She was grateful when she saw Carlo approaching, smiling as always, and greeted everyone, but before they could say anything.

-We would make a beautiful couple, wouldn't we? He points at her, who freezes in disbelief.

-Isn't she with Joe? Carlos asks.

-I didn't ask about him, I'm talking about us. Tsunoda and Sainz stare at each other, not knowing what to say, along with her, who has wide eyes.

-Of course, they would be great, she's very pretty and you - Carlos is cut off.

-Really, she's beautiful. Max gives his best smile to Kay, who pretends not to have heard anything.

-I heard Lando calling me, bye guys. He left in a hurry without looking back. It didn't matter that they must have been there for an event or something, he would arrive at the last minute and that was it.

But her destination ended up being the same as his.

Max took advantage of the hotel corridor being empty, to reach her and hug her body from behind, holding her. Kay moved, trying to get out of the tight spot, and then Max decided to play it low, going up to her neck and nibbling it.

-Can't you see that it's crowded here, can't you see that this is going to hurt me? She asked him irritably, trying to stop him from continuing to caress her.

-You said that I always mistreated you, I'm just treating you the way I should, making my interests obvious to everyone. He replied.

And then only two breaths were heard in the hallway, Max continued the attack on her neck, sliding his hand until he reached the hem of the woman's pants where she quickly grabbed him.

-Are you going to run away again? You know that the more you run the better it is for me, because then I'll feel like I've won you over. He then released her, turning her to face him.

When he realized, he was against a wall in one of the many empty hallways, Max brought his hand to her face, squeezing her cheeks.

-Do you know how much it hurt me to spend four years of my life, seeing you with that clown, while you were always by my side? Do you know what it's like to see him deliver flowers, letters and then suddenly it all ends, you feel hope, then you come back and all this repeats itself over and over again, meanwhile, I'm the guy who's always here, do you know how horrible that is? He asked her somewhat irritated, not with her anymore, but with the situation.

-Not even when you were hospitalized after a crash, he showed up, like a good teammate I went there, do you understand now how much I need you to dump him and let me make you truly happy? he asked, letting his hand slip.

He steps away slightly, Kay runs her hands through her hair, messing it up, looking to one side nothing but an empty hallway, looking to the other the same and Max in front of her waiting for the answer.

-You guys break up all the damn time, break up with him, spend some time with me and then if you regret it, which I highly doubt, you go back to him. Max waits for her decision, staring at her.

-I can't... he quickly cuts her off.

-You can't throw away your childhood love, a beautiful childhood love that you see for three months and then only next year."

She swallows that.

-I may not be the nicest guy, nor as loved by everyone as he is, but I will be here and I know very well how much you want someone who is here. He gently takes her hand.

-You want someone who will hold your hand, praise you, watch you run, can do something stupid together, someone who understands you, someone who is not so fickle, someone who is here to wake up next to you, who will hug you at night, who can touch you and he can't do any of that but I can and I want to. The distance between the two became short again until the wall appeared.

Kayleigh took a deep breath and nodded slightly, she was afraid that she was under the effect of his power of persuasion and even more so of those eyes, but she couldn't deny it. She did miss Joe's presence, she loved him, not having him around was always the biggest obstacle.

And this obstacle would only have one solution, one of the two of them giving up their careers.

The fact is that once again they have been separated for a week, but as always she cries on the day and then pretends that nothing happened and they are together.

-We broke up last week - she begins, still thoughtful. -We can try, but I don't want anyone to know, because if nothing works out, I don't want it to become a mess, or for anyone to talk about it - she asks. -They'll start seeing me smile, it'll be kind of obvious - he approaches. -Are you sure?" He asks cautiously first. -Yes - he agrees. Max presses the elevator button, leaves a hand caressing her ear, preparing to finally kiss her for the first time. Max never hides his desire, much less his rush, but even so, he takes Kayleigh by surprise when he lets his hands roam guiltlessly over her body in that hallway.

He finally felt the weight, anger and hurt of all those years being thrown aside, being extracted from her body, he wouldn't say she wanted to wait so long, but being able to drive Joe crazy, just like he had been all this time was wonderful, now he finally has what he wants, her.

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anticanonsposts · 1 year ago

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Random Fluff Headcanons-König pt. 2

Completely SFW

He loves surprising you with little trinkets and shit, he is well aware that your favorite color is pink and legit if he has to run to the store to grab something and he sees something in pink, you can be sure that he’s gonna buy it for you. (I am self inserting.)

Side note its super fun to see him in your bed, like this hulk of a man in your hyper feminine pink ass bed filled with stuffed animals. (I am self inserting again)

One point of slight contention in your relationship, at least during the beginning, was how much faster he walked due to his height. Like the first few times you walked anywhere with him you would be panting trying to catch up while also not seeming like you were putting too much effort in.

Since at the beginning he was also very nervous and wanted to impress you, he typically would be lost in thought and not realize so you eventually need to point it out to him

When you do he is very apologetic, it takes him a while but eventually he is able to walk with you without dedicating a whole lot of thought to monitoring his speed.

Fun thing tho is whenever you two need to catch a bus or train he will just scoop you up and jog to catch it, this way you’re faster and the driver can’t miss his frame charging towards them.

Random but if you work early in the morning he loves going/walking to work with you. Since it is so early, not many people are out and about so there’s less eyes on him which makes him feel more relaxed.

Whenever you guys sit on a couch together whether alone or with friends his arm is always draped over the back of the couch and you rest your elbow on his thigh, given the height difference it makes him the perfect arm rest. It is also a form of touch that doesn’t make him uncomfortable to do in front of people.

This guy opens EVERY single door for you, to the point that it becomes a game to you when you try to open one before he gets the chance.

He also always insists on paying when you guys are out, it doesn't matter what you are doing, dinner, drinks, stopping at Target for some essentials.

He has literally been in Target with you grabbed the items from you when you talk about paying then quickly walking to the front and paying before you can even catch up to him.

He has also taken your phone before while you were in the shower, gone to your (whatever app you buy things from most) and changed the default payment method to his card.

It took you like 3 trips/purchases for you to even notice and once you did he acted like he had no idea what you were talking about and that it had always been like that.

I really like to think that when he was in grade school he went out for the football team (soccer) and the coaches just put him in the goal because of his size, he was just so big that players on the other team were too scared to go near him or the goal.

I feel like he loves the x men movies because he sees them as being exploited for physical traits that they have no control over, and these same traits being seen as both a hindrance to him being ‘normal’ but also very useful in more violent contexts. He also feels like he is often treated very differently because of his size so it is comforting to him to relate to any of the characters in x men, since that is such a prominent part of their storyline.

A little angsty but when you first started going out he was always worried that you would be afraid of him, and not feel safe, since you opened up to him about your past and not feeling safe around a man you trusted, he just assumed that due to his size and nature of his job that you didn’t feel safe with him.

That is until one day when you two are just cuddling in bed, maybe watching a movie, maybe on your phones, and you nonchalantly say that you feel very safe and secure with him, and to say he was happy would be a ridiculous understatement.

#cod x reader #konig cod #konig x reader #cute #fluff #sweet #headcanon

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writingshushf1 · 2 years ago

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Hey this is my request

Yn is the daugther of sebastian Vettel , and she is leading for the worldchampion ship and Mick schumacher is in love with her , after she wins her First worldchampion ship Mick asks her to be his girlfriend .

And some weeks later mick meets sebastian and he is like finaly

With alot of fluff thanks

i see the light

Summary: it's warm and real and bright. and the world has somehow shifted. all at once everything looks different, now that I see you

Rating: +14

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

Note: IGNORE THE AGE PROBLEMS, JUST GO PAST THAT- we all been through. also sorry for the story not being on its 100%. AND AGAIN, I'M NOT TAKING NEW REQUESTS, JUST FINISHING OLD ONES

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You, Y/n Vettel had grown up in the fast-paced world of Formula 1. Because of your father, none other than Sebastian Vettel, you've always been around the track, watching him race and learning from his skills. You always have been fascinated by the sport and knew from a young age that she wanted to follow in your father's footsteps.

Growing up, you became an accomplished driver in your own right, competing in lower-level circuits and honing your skills. The dream was to one day race in the top tier of the sport, alongside the likes of her father and his rivals. And Sebastian was the one to support you. He always made sure you weren't getting things only by the “Vettel” last name - and also taught everything he learned. So having your dad around as basically your coach, was one of the best things you could’ve asked.

Sebastian was a good father - even though your parents were fresh out of high school. For him, it wasn’t a surprise you wanted to take his steps in life, since you grew around mechanics and cars. Maybe he would’ve preferred if you only stuck into engineering, but since you’re his daughter, your ambitions were higher than anyone else.

Meanwhile, Mick Schumacher, son of the legendary driver Michael Schumacher, was also making a name for himself on the track. Like you, he had grown up around the sport and had inherited his father's skill and passion. You two had known each other for years, competing against each other in various circuits, but you had never been particularly close except for barbecues involving your family and his, usually you would hang out with Gina - even if she was a little older than you two.

But life goes on and both of you grew up.

When you made your debut in Formula 1, driving for Ferrari, like a dream coming true. You quickly proved yourself as a force to be reckoned with, and before long you were leading the world championship standings. Mick, who was driving for Mercedes, couldn't help but be impressed by your talent and dedication. Of course, since you were competing against each other, you usually only made small conversations.

The media thought that was strange, two sons of unbeaten legacies barely exchanging words around the paddock? Were they hiding a relationship? Or did they have issues with each other? These questions also lingered in the minds of fans, they wanted to know what the mystery was.

But the reality was not that exciting, you just... Never stop talking beyond a few dates a year - made by your families. It wasn't because you hated each other, far from it, there was a gigantic respect between you two, it was just that way anyway.

Until one day, he offered you a ride back to the hotel, it was raining and you had the same habit as your father - to go by bike to the track. You spent hours talking in your hotel room, drinking wine and sharing embarrassing stories. He was a very sweet person and clearly, you couldn't understand how you had never spent a little more time with each other.

At the next GP, buzz started about the sudden closeness, but you always made it clear that it was just friendship and respect in your relationship.

As the season wore on, Mick found himself falling for you more and more. He admired your fierce determination on the track, but he also found himself drawn to you off the track. He loved your wit, your intelligence, and your infectious laughter when the interviewer asked something funny. Schumacher knew how much he wanted to be with you, but he was too nervous to tell you how he felt. It was a tough sport after all, especially for you, being in a male dominated space where they’ll eventually try to tie you together with every male driver on the grid or try to minimise your accomplishments. It was wiser to not be with you, because he didn’t want the backlash to fall on your back. He asked Corinna about it, the German needed a piece of advice, since his heart wanted to pass through PR, the teams, your entire racing lives just to have the minimal chance to be by your side.

On the other hand, you were entirely focused on the championship. You had dreamed of winning it for years, and now that it was so close, you could hardly think of anything else. You worked tirelessly with Ferrari, studying statistics, improving the car and preparing for each race. If this was going to happen, it should come the right way.

Abu Dhabi, it was now or never. You were too nervous, during the trip you couldn't sleep much more than two hours. On Thursday night, after the media day, you just needed some company, so you searched your mobile for his number. Within minutes, the phone that was almost across town was ringing and within seconds, his sweet voice could be heard.

"Hey... Is everything okay?"

"I'm nervous. I can't sleep or eat properly. If I don't rest I don't think I'll be able to win."

"Hey, hey, hey... Breathe, slowly. Do you need company? I can come over."

"But it's so far away... And you need to rest too, the championship is between us and Max."

"I can manage, come on, send your hotel and room."

After almost 30 minutes, a light knock at your door. Schumacher was wearing his blond hair half dishevelled, dark sweatpants, blue hoodie and slippers.

"Thank you..." You mumbled as you felt him pull you into a warm hug.

"Your voice gave me the munchies, so... Do you want to talk or just coexist together?" He murmured against your hair.

"A movie and coexist together?"

You didn't make it to the end of the film, with Mick's arms wrapped against your body, the warm embrace and the comfort of being with him there, next to you, gave a calmness you hadn't expected.

Already in the Paddock, over the weekend, your glances and smiles were full of delicacy and a flirtatious undertone. It seemed that Thursday night had turned a key in how you approached each other.

Finally, the Sunday race. You were leading the standings, but your closest rivals - Max and Mick, were hot on your heels - no one wanted to let it go. It was a nerve-wracking race, with you and the boys swapping the podium placements back and forth. But in the end, you emerged victorious, crossing the finish line first and claiming the world championship.

The moment seemed to have frozen, the shouts over the Ferrari radio, imagining his father and brothers celebrating with happiness, everything seemed like an intangible dream until the moment of passing the chequered flag. Still finishing the lap before going to the pits, you felt tears fall on your face, they were the happiness of proving that you were more than a surname, but an indomitable force.

As you celebrated with her team, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Achieving your lifelong dream, and being surrounded by the people you loved most. At the party, you were now no longer smeared with champagne, but dressed up, wearing the team’s colours. Still, you weren't sober anymore, so when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you bluntly turned around to see Mick standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Congratulations," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You were amazing out there."

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter in her chest. "Thank you," you said. "It's been a long road to get here."

“I know. You fought like no one to be among the 20 most talented drivers.”

“So nice of you to say that.” You played along, holding the roses.

Later, only the two of you were in the outdoor yard, everyone had moved to the indoor area because of the light serene air. You were sitting on the lawn, stargazing. No words seemed necessary at that moment, so when your hand found his, you said nothing, just let your fingers intertwine in a gentle gesture.

When your eyes met his, you could tell he looked nervous, so you put your free hand on his knee, looking worried.

“Are you okay?”

Mick nodded. "Listen, Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. I...I know this might not be the best time, but I just can't keep it inside any longer."

“You can tell me, you know. We’re always honest with each other.”

“I’m in love with you. Sorry.” He breathed out, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “Look I- I thought about this, talked with my mom, the PR team… Everyone! Ever since we became friends, I was afraid I was going to ruin everything because I was falling in love with you. And I’m sorry if you don’t… I don’t know! Just… I’m not going to be mad if you don’t reciprocate the feelings.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You had never suspected that Mick felt that way about you. But as you looked into his eyes again, feeling something stir inside your stomach. Butterflies. You’ve always admired him as a competitor, but now you saw him in a new light. It was as if a fog in his mind had cleared. Even if you never thought about it, he had always been an enigma to you. It was good to finally see a solution.

Clearly your speech and your thoughts did not run together, as all you managed to get out of your mouth was:

"I...I don't know what to say." you stammered.

Mick scooted closer, taking your other hand that was on his knee. "You don't have to say anything," he said. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what. And if you ever feel the same way about me, I’m going to be waiting.”

“I do.” It was the only thing that could escape your lips.

“What?”

“I do feel the same, Micky.” You pulled him even nearer, finally closing the gap between your lips.

His soft lips crashing against yours made a sigh of contentment escape your mouth, it was like and your body was dying just to feel a little bit of him. His hands held your waist, while yours stroked his blonde locks.

A cough from far away interrupted the moment you were having, none other than your chief and Toto Wolff watching the scene from afar. In fright, you each fell backwards, completely red from being caught. But two recognisable chuckles could be heard.

"You owe me a hundred euros." Vasseur huffed at the team boss, cracking a smile.

"We need to have a meeting about this! Next week, at the factory, in Brackley!" he just said loud enough to hear, soon walking in with your father.

You both started laughing uncontrollably, hugging each other.

"That's going to be huge news."

"I think we can handle it." You murmured, giving little kisses around his face.

A few weeks later, you were at your parents' house. Finally you were going to tell them that you were together. With this came some insecurities of yours about a possible negative reaction and Mick's fear of telling a close friend that he was dating their daughter.

When you walked into the house holding hands after being greeted by Hannah, she gave you both a tight hug. Your father was in the garage - nothing new, he could never stand still, even retired.

"Dad?"

"Come in!"

As you walked in there, you were followed by the younger Schumacher, who instinctively put his hand on your waist. When Vettel stood to greet you both, he saw how you both looked, cracking a smile.

"Finally, huh? I thought it would never happen." He cracked a smile.

“Dad!” You cried out, hiding your face in your hands.

“What? I’m right! It was a matter of time until you settled together. Me and your mom, together with the Schumacher’s, we… Somewhat estimated when you would realise that.”

“Oh dear God…” You murmured, soon receiving a hug from him.

“I’m proud of you two. Really.” He broke the embrace and put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “You better take care of her or I’ll take care of you.”

“Of course, Seb.”

“For you, it’s sir now!” He chuckled, in reaction Mick also did and you whined at their bad joke.

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vampzity · 10 months ago

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𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

Pairing: Idol! Jongho x f! reader

Genre: fluff, one shot, Valentine’s Day, pet names (babe, darling, princess, honey, my love), valentines series, mini idol au

Synopsis: It’s a romantic Valentine’s Day to spend with your beloved boyfriend, Jongho. He had the entire night planned for you. A nice candlelit dinner at an exclusive club. Little did you know what was in store for you on this fine night.

Now Playing: My Everything - Jongho (ATEEZ)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: And we are finally coming to a close with the Valentine’s series! (even if it’s not February anymore) I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Sorry this took so long! I worked so much (ateez isn’t gonna pay itself) & had school. I can’t wait to share more with you guys :))

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Hearing a few honks coming from outside, you grab your keys and small purse. You walk over to the mirror swiftly, checking yourself out one more time.

He has such a way with fashion.

You thought, admiring the silky wine-red dress that your boyfriend picked out for you. Of course, he didn’t stop there as he also bought a pearl necklace to match the white heels he bought you. You were a completely different person, unlike the one you normally see in the mirror every day. It made you smile and even brought you a new sense of confidence.

You made your way out the door of your apartment and cursed at yourself for not bringing at least a jacket. Sure it was Valentine’s Day— meaning you could dress as hot as you wanted, but it was still February. Still very cold.

“Cold, Princess?”

You looked up, your eyes meeting with your boyfriend who adjusted his glasses softly. He gave you a soft smile and opened the car door, grabbing a large bag from the seat. He walked over to you and grabbed your hand, assisting you down each step until you came to eye level.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Darling.”

He held out the bag in front of you, insisting you open it right there. Big letters were written on the side, making your eyes widen a bit as you read them.

“Coach??!! Jongho, I can’t accept this.”

He shook his head and grabbed your hands, wrapping them on the straps of the bag so he could let go. He gestured once more for you to open it, smiling towards you.

“It’s yours. No ifs, ands, or buts. You know I love to spoil you.” he spoke softly.

You blushed softly and nodded your head. You opened the gift bag and moved the black wrapping paper to the side, making a small gasp as you realized what was enclosed. Pulling out a cream-colored trench coat, you immediately fell in love. It was lined with white faux fur along the ends of the sleeves, as well as the collarbone and down the opening. Jongho grabbed the jacket from you and helped you put it on, giving you a minute to process. It was warm and well-fitted. It complemented you well.

Jongho always knew the right things to get you, even when to get them. You weren’t sure of how, but you were always unbelievably grateful for it.

“You look lovely, y/n. As always.”

Your face flushed red as he opened the passenger door to the car, gesturing for you to take a seat. Jongho closed the door and made his way to the driver's side. He took a seat, fastened his seat belt, and began to drive while placing a hand on your thigh. You felt your face heat up from shyness as your heart beat out of your chest. He caressed it slightly as he drove through the streets of the city, humming a tune softly to himself.

“Are you ready for tonight, my love?”

Jongho glanced at you slightly before quickly darting his eyes back to the road. Turning your head toward him a bit, you nodded smiling, curious as to what he had in store for you. The plan was a high-class restaurant that Jongho regularly goes to with his members but this time around, he finally wanted to take you.

You felt an immense amount of joy swell within your heart over this. How the date barely even started and he’s already done so much for you, from the outfit to the wonderful gift. Now a high-class restaurant? How could you ask for more?

You softly wiped your face with a napkin, taking another sip from the glass of wine that sat by your plate on the table. Jongho held your other hand from across the table, smiling happily at the performers on stage.

The performance ended with the sound of various claps and cheers filling the room. It was a lovely evening, many people took the stage whether that was simply background music or entire performances as a whole. You could see why Jongho had enjoyed coming here. Why he felt one with the music and performers that went on. Everyone had to start somewhere right?

“Hey, I’m just gonna use the bathroom real quickly, if that’s okay.”

You looked over to Jongho, slowly getting up from the chair. He smiled and nodded pointing to where the bathroom was. You walked over to him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, surprising him. His face quickly flushed red as it was usually himself who pursued public displays of affection.

“Thank you for what this night has been so far. I appreciate it Jjong.” You squeezed his shoulder softly as he beamed up at you.

Making your way towards the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice the people around as you passed through. You knew how high-class this restaurant would be, but you never expected it to be this high. Many of the people who sat at tables were dressed head to toe in name-brand fashions, all with the highest quality fabrics. It made you a bit nervous to think if you were underdressed.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you opened the bathroom door and walked over to the sink. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you reminded yourself of who had gotten you your outfit. Jongho would never go out of his way to embarrass you. He only picks the best of fashion for himself, why wouldn’t he do the same for you?

You shuffled through your purse to find your lip gloss and begin to touch up your lips in the mirror. A few girls entered the bathroom, discussing amongst themselves the kind of the night they’d had. They quietly lit up cigars in the corner of the bathroom as you finished touching up the remainder of the makeup needed.

As usual, you remained aware of your surroundings, being observant of the girls standing by you. They both were relatively tall, maybe 5’7 and 5’9. One girl wore a long and tight black velvet dress, a black feather boa surrounding her arms. She had a short blond bob that fell just to her shoulders. The taller girl wore a light blue silky dress, two slits coming up the sides of her legs. She had long black waves coming past her shoulders, with curtain bangs framing her face.

“There’s one performance left, right?”

You began to place your makeup back in your small purse, turning on the faucet to wash your hands.

“Ah, yes I believe so! I hear it’s a good one.. rumor has it, it’s the masked singer who’s been performing every weekend!”

Your ears perked up at this sentence, unsure of if Jongho had ever mentioned a ‘masked singer’ to you. It sparked your curiosity and even pushed you a bit to ask the women who they talked about. Why hasn’t Jongho mentioned this to you? It was just a normal performance, right? So what was so special about it?

“What do you think he’ll perform tonight? I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day. He would have to perform a romantic ballad right?”

You grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands as the girls continued to smoke in the corner. Walking over to the trash, you tossed the napkin in the bin and began to head towards the door. Of course, you didn’t want to intrude on their conversation, but most importantly, you didn’t want to reek of cigars.

The shorter girl shrugged in response, taking another hit from the cigarette, before turning to look at you. She noticed you getting ready to leave and called out for you, making you stop in your tracks.

“Hey, you! You came here with that guy right?”

You turned to them slowly and nodded your head, proceeding to twiddle with your fingers.

The girls smiled at you, making their way over to you. They looked at each other and tossed their cigarettes into the sink. The shorter of the two placed her hands on your shoulders, cocking her head at you.

“He comes here pretty often, you have a good guy! Doesn’t talk to anyone, especially girls, except his friends when he comes!”

She took a step back and admired you for a second before the taller girl began to speak. The taller girl rolled her eyes as she pushed her friend out of the way.

“Don’t take what she said the wrong way. Enjoy yourself, and enjoy your date. Anyone would be beyond lucky to have him and it happened to be you.”

The taller girl turned you around, pushing you towards the door.

“Now go!! You don’t want to keep him waiting, he’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long!”

Before getting a chance to say anything in response, you found yourself inside the restaurant once again. The lights were dimmed as people began to take their final seats and talk amongst themselves. Walking back to your table you heard small conversations of ‘the masked singer’ that you heard of previously. After that weird encounter with the girls, you too grew curious about who this 'masked singer' was. The more you hear about it, the more you hoped for the time to pass so that you could know. Not only that but as to why the women admired your boyfriend as closely as they did. Why they had admired the both of you tonight.

Was it just some weird coincidence that they happened to be in the same bathroom with you at the same time? That they just happened other recognize you just because you came with Jongho tonight?

Billions of thoughts clouded your head as you found your seat, only to find that Jongho was not there. You sat down and looked around, wondering if maybe he had stepped away for a bit, possibly using the bathroom too. However, he was nowhere to be found.

"Where did he go.?” You thought to yourself.

You grabbed your phone from your purse, sending him a quick text in hopes of a response. You didn’t like to be alone in a new environment for long.

You: “Jjong? Where did you go?”

You heard a small buzz coming from the table. Looking back at his seat, you saw his phone sitting by the glass of champagne, untouched. It lit up with a picture of both of you on the lock screen and of course, a text from you.

You sighed rolling your eyes as you put your phone down. Wherever Jongho was, you wished that he’d get here soon, as you didn’t want to be left alone. Especially in a place this big. You looked around one more time, feeling like a lost child in a supermarket as you hoped to see him approaching you from somewhere. Only to feel hopeless.

The restaurant grew silent as footsteps were heard walking onto the stage. A small light arose on the figure who stood on stage. He held onto the microphone that sat in the mic stand as he looked around the restaurant. Your eyes fixed on him; he wore a black and gold mask as if he were at a masquerade ball. His outfit was similar to Jongho’s, suit and tie with the white button down under the vest.

Your eyes widened at the realization. The outfit, the hair, the fact that he was not at all back to his seat.

That was Jongho.

A soft piano melody began to fill the entire restaurant as people tuned in towards the stage. It felt like a daydream hearing his soothing voice fill your ears. How silent the room was for him. How pleased your body felt to hear him. You knew Jongho could sing, but never like this. It was completely different. He hit every note so effortlessly, not even the slightest bit of strain within his voice.

The longer the song went on, you paid attention to every lyric. How well he pronounced them. However, it intrigued you. The more you paid attention to the lyrics, the more you began to realize that he was singing to you. It was only that clear, wasn’t it?

He locked eyes with you from across the room, smiling as he sang. You nodded in return, assuring him that you were listening not only to him but to every lyric that came out of his mouth. You held your face in your hands as you grew mesmerized by his singing. It was like you were being swooned by a siren. It seemed that Jongho was one. He lured you further in with his voice. Who wouldn’t react the same?

Your heart filled with love as you closed your eyes to take in the song. Slowing down what would be such a quick moment between you two. You knew Jongho loved you, dearly. He never failed to express that towards you. However, this time felt different. It felt like the first time.

The very first time he told you he loved you on that summer day. Where you both spent hours on the beach constantly pushing each other under the water. It’s a moment you constantly replayed in your head, only because it was so precious to you.

Jongho wasn’t one to normally express his feelings towards anyone, so it surprised you. And this? This greatly surprised you. For him to perform an entire song dedicated to sharing his feelings towards you, was surreal.

As the performance began to end, you shuffled through your purse, looking for tissues to pat your eyes dry. Rounds of applause surrounded you, as people whistled and even gave a standing ovation towards Jongho. It dawned on you knowing that this was something he did once every week. How the restaurant was always eager for his performances, why they talked amongst themselves about him.

“Tissue, my love?”

You raise your head slowly to see a small pack of tissues being held out in front of you. Jongho took out a piece of tissue and patted your eyes softly, careful not to ruin or smudge your makeup. You looked up at him as he smiled at you, feeling a sense of safety within him.

He took a seat in front of you and grabbed your hand, kissing it softly. Leaning in towards you, he locked eyes with you, leaving a small amount of space between you two. Your eyes widened at how closely he came to you. He tilted his head softly before opening his mouth to speak.

“Well? What did of think of my performance?” he asked.

Awaiting your answer, your face heated up from how closely he sat in front of you. Your eyes continuously darted away from his strong gaze, but you nodded quickly, as you didn’t want him to take it as you avoiding his question entirely.

"Good, you deserve it. Remember that for me okay, princess?"

You smiled and nodded softly, looking away from him.

He placed his hand under your chin, cupping it. Moving your face to meet his, he leaned in a bit which caused you to do the same. You two shared a passionate but short kiss, leaving Jongho to place small kisses on your cheek and forehead right after.

Getting up from the chair, he grabbed your things and held a hand out for you to take, signaling that it was time to leave. You put back on your jacket and grabbed his hand, making your way out of the restaurant and back to the car. Jongho held the door open for you as you got in, placing your purse on your lap. He walked around the car and came over to the driver’s side to take a seat. Closing the door, he fastened his seatbelt and started the car while putting a hand on your thigh.

“I love you.”

You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. He remained facing forward with a small smirk appearing on his face. Your face flushed red as you placed your hand over his, giving it a small squeeze. He turned to face you, his smirk now turning into a gushy smile.

“I mean it, y/n. I really do love you, with everything in me.”

You brought your hand up to his face and caressed it softly with your thumb. You titled your head at him as he rested his in your hand.

“I love you too Jjongie. Thank you for everything today. It means so much.”

You paused and placed a soft kiss against his forehead, going back to holding his hand on your lap. He sighed in relief and glanced at your features once more before preparing to start driving.

“You’re my everything,” he spoke, squeezing your hand subtly.

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pablitogavii · 2 years ago

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Can you write for Gavi where y/n is xavi daughter and Gavi and y/n are secretly dating and he climbs in through her window to see her and xavi ends up catching them together and he ends up making Gavi do extra work during practice the next day but he does end up accepting there relationship but he still threatens gavi

Much love,🫶🏼

Daddy's girl

"Why are you not replying nena!?" Pablo said out loud staring at his phone while sitting in the car with Pedri parked outside of your house.

"You seriously need to start driving because if Xavi catches us, we will both be in so much trouble!" Pedri said grumpily being constant taxi driver for your secret "rendezvous" but secretly happy to see his best friend finally happily in love...even if it was their coach's only daughter.

amorcito: I'm in my room cariño <3

pablitoo: Omw nena!

"Alright, gracias hermano! I'll see you at tomorrow's training!" Pablo shook Pedri''s hand packing his phone into his pocket before opening the car door and stepping out.

"Unless tonight is the night Xavi catches and kills you. Cabrón!" Pedri teased and Pablo smirked shaking his head before closing the door and jogging towards your window. He thanked god your room was on the first floor!

You left the window open for him like always and he easily slipped inside finding you laid on your bed scrolling through tiktoks until his hand rested on your bum and you jumped at the contact taking out your air-pods and jumping to hug him tightly.

"I've missed you cariño!!" you said while his hands caressed your back while you were still standing in the middle of your room hugging.

It's been quite a long week for Barca boy who had daily trainings and two full games that they luckily won making both him and your dad very satisfied. You on the other hand hated that you couldn't really see him as much as you wished due to the time conflict with your school but now he was here and that made you happy!

"I've missed you too nena! Especially with all the teasing I had to handle over the text??" he smirked and you blushed knowing full well the effect those "texts" had on your boy.

He started to walk backwards with you in his arms towards your bed when he suddenly stopped seeing the Neymar Jr jersey decorating your wall.

"Really amor?" he said touching the old Barca jersey and you smirked knowing very well his possessive side nodding your head before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"He's my favorite player..." you say feeling the back of your knees hit the bed before falling onto it with Pablo hovered up over you resting comfortably between your legs while kissing your lips.

"Maybe you should put mine up there too? Hm?" he smirked after pulling away and you moved some hair that fell onto his face smiling wide at him.

"Don't you think that would be a little suspicious to my papi, cariño??" you said and Pablo groaned nodding his head before moving down to kiss your neck just as the doors opened and shocked Xavi stood there with his mouth open.

Pablo quickly got up with his hands glued to his sides looking at the man's face with his own plastered with guilt. You also got up standing besides Pablo having known deep down that this had to happen sooner or later but never wanting it to be like this.

"Sir, please let me explain..I.." Pablo started but your dad was already interrupting him getting into his face with a threatening look in his eyes.

"You're lucky that you are the best midfielder I have in the team...because if you weren't..I would break both your legs right now! Leave! Right now!" Xavi was clearly angry that you never told him or maybe just because his only princesa was dating one of his players but you still hated the way he was treating Pablo.

"Dad! Pablo didn't do anything wrong! He's been nothing but sweet to me the past month" you said and your dad's eyebrows raised as you realized what you just said. Mierda!

"This has been going on for a month hija!? And you didn't think to tell me!?" he was yelling angrily and you looked at the floor now not really knowing what there was to say. You wanted to tell him on numerous occasions but you knew no matter what he would react this same exact way so you avoided it for as long as you could.

"Sir, none of this is her fault! It's mine. I betrayed your trust and I am truly sorry you had to find out like this but sir, I love your daughter truly..and I will fight for her...come whatever" Pablo said and your heart was pounding against your chest at his brave and sweet words. In this very moment you felt like the most special girl int he world.

"It's time for you to leave Pablo.." was all Xavi said and Pablo respectfully nodded his head stealing a glance from your giving you a reassuring smile.

"Yes, sir." he said before picking up his phone and walking towards the front door followed by your dad who left you in the room alone.

"Pablo?" Pablo turned to face the man after opening the front door but before stepping through it.

"My daughter is not one of your fangirls. She's not to be played with and left behind. I was like you back in the day and I remember how I saw girls at that age...she's NOT one of your fangirls!" Xavi said and Pablo now felt brave to speak needing to state just how wrong the man was about his intentions.

"With all though respect, sir but I am not you! I want to love and cherish your daughter for the rest of my life and I am willing to do everything to prove you that!" Pablo said surprised that the man was actually listening to him at all.

"I'll see you tomorrow at training Gavira!" Xavi said sternly that being the first time to use his last name and when the door closed Pablo thought all was lost but seeing you standing by the window giving him a small smile gave him strength to not give up..to keep fighting for what he wanted..for you!

When the training finally came, Pablo came into the changing room quite nervous and everyone noticed it but haven't said anything about it. Not even Pedri, who could guess what was going on..

"Let's train boys!" Xavi said shortly glaring at Pablo before everyone left to the pitch for some laps. After three full circles, everyone was sent to the weight room but Xavi grabbed Pablo's arm and pulled him tot he side which Pedri noticed form the edge of his vision.

"Three more for you!" was all he said letting go and leaving with the rest of the boys while Gavi sighed nodding his head and continued to run. If he thought some extra training will make Gavi give up, then he doesn't know him that well!

"Done, sir!" Pablo returned completely drenched form the hot Barcelona sun and Xavi just nodded unimpressed although deep down boys courage was impressive.

"Let's up those weights?" Xavi said when Pablos tarted to do his exercised knowing that would definitely hurt afterwards but nothing that could seriously hurt him of course.

"Add it up sir!" Pablo said and Xavi did seeing him push through the muscle spasms as he lifted all the required sessions getting up and leaving to shower at the end of the training with no complaining. It left Xavi speechless but just because he has strong will doesn't mean he likes footballer being around his princesa.

What Pablo didn't expect is you to wait by the hall running to give him a hug the moment you saw him. When he winced you pulled away looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Raise your shirt!" you said already guessing what this could be knowing your father really well. Pablo shook his head looking back to see if your dad was around but you didn't care lifting it for yourself seeing the pulled muscles on his torso.

"Unbelievable!" you were about to walk away but Pablo grabbed your waist and pulled you back reassuring you that it was nothing he couldn't handle. He didn't want you to intervene and give your dad another reason to hate him..he was set on proving himself!

"He shouldn't do that to you..when all you do is love me..I'm so sorry cariño" you said looking at his bruised chest sadly and he raised your chin leaning down and capturing you lips the same moment your dad walked out of the dressing rooms...what a precise timing!

"Princesa!? What are you doing here?" Xavi walked toward you and Pablo pulled away giving you space to talk to your father but you grabbed his hand on purpose seeing the way your dad reacted.

"I'm here to see my boyfriend, papi" you said proudly and that certainly made Pablo's ego grow but he avoided smiling in front of the angry man who stared at you.

"Don't you have school soon? Vamos, I'll drive you" was all he said and you nodded smiling at Pablo before letting go off his hand and leaving with your father.

"I know boys like him princesa, I was a boy like him a few years ago...babygirl he's playing you!" Xavi said while driving you to school but you just ignored him being on his phone. Silent treatment was the best thing you could think off knowing that he means well and that he loves you so you didn't want to be disrespectful to him.

When you arrived in fornt of school, you grabbed your bag getting out of his car with no word and the man just sighed hating to fight with his only daughter..all he did was worry about her happiness but maybe he took it too far?

Days passed, and he kept pushing Pablo while you kept ignoring him and during the match day you wore Pablo's jersey going to watch their game against Atlético at Camp Nou.

amorcito: meet me by the lockers?

pablitoo: okay <3

"Wow!" Pablo said when you twirled around to show him his name flashing on your back and he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer kissing your lips not noticing the paparazzi shot being taken that exact moment.

"Good luck cariño! I will be cheering for you!" you said pecking his lips a few more times before letting him go meet with his teammates and finding your spot at the stands excited to see him play.

"Little change in the roster. Ansu will play on the left side in the starting line" Xavi said and Pablo's jaw clenched knowing why he was really doing this wasn't because he didn't believe him as a player but because he wanted to punish him for loving his daughter. It wasn't fair! Especially the day his girl came to cheer and watch HIM play!

"Sir, we need two midfielders on the field to beat Atlético" Pedri said and Pablo appreciated it but knew there wasn't much his words could do.

"Are you questioning my coaching chico? Pablo has been pushed this week on training and needs to rest so he doesn't get hurt. Now unless anyone has any more questions, let's go win!" Xavi said and Pedri tapped Gavi's shoulder looking at him apolegetically but Pablo reassured him that it was alright.

The game started and it was already dangerous as Atlético spent most of their time on Barça's side of the pitch..it wasn't gonna be win like this.

"Gavi! Come here"! Xavi called patting a seat besides him and Pablo gulped getting up from him chair sitting to his coach who surprisingly hugged him and pulled him closer.

"I benched you because of intensity of trainings truly, not because of my daughter. You need to know that" Xavi said and Pablo nodded saying that it was alright and that he understood.

"Do you really love my daughter, chico?" Xavi asked and Pablo was a little taken back but he looked up seeing you sitting there confused that he wasn't on the field smiling at how cute you looked with your eyebrows furrowed like that. He nodded and Xavi looked up seeing you there as well smiling to himself.

"I do, sir." Pablo said and Xavi turned towards him petting his hair and nodding his head.

By the end of first half it was still 0:0 and everyone retreated to the dressing room while you were angry that your father was benching Gavi when he knew team needed him to win! It was unfair and you were angry both as his daughter but as a Barça fan as well!

When you saw them walking alone while the rest of the team was waiting in the tunnel, you were done staying silent marching towards them angrily(gif).

"Really dad!? Benching him and making the team lose because you don't want us to date!? You have me speechless!" you were angrily yelling but Pablo stepped in between pulling you to the side seeing Xavi wink at him as he smiled.

"Tranquí, amorcito! He's putting me into a second half..and may have said he will allow us to date?" Pablo said and you were staring at him shocked smiling wide when he nodded his head.

You hugged Pablo tightly seeing your dad smiling at you and you smiled back before moving to kiss Pablo's lips quickly before he had to leave to the pitch.

"Te amo amorcito..." Pablo said after you pulled away making you smile wide and nod your head.

"Te amo muchísimo Pablito! Vamos Barça!" you said as he left followed with the rest of the players who smiled at you before getting onto the pitch leaving you alone with your dad.

"You're really letting us be together?" you asked him and he hugged you kissing the top of your head.

"Pablo is a good boy, and he knows if he ever hurts you I will ruin his career so we are all good" your dad said and you chuckled shaking your head before drying you happy tears and joining him to the seats to watch the rest of the game.

"I have never seen him play like this.." Xavi said as Pablo was running like crazy from one side of the pitch to another finally assisting as de Jong scored the first goal making everyone cheer at the camp.

Not even five minutes after he was passing a ball with Pedri scoring in the very last minute of the game and you saw your dad run to hug him tightly and raise him up chuckling to yourself. Weren't they sworn enemies a few hours ago??

Pablo kissed his jersey before pointing towards you and you smiled wide sending him a kiss back seeing that your little moment noticed by your dad who nodded approvingly warming your heart.

Pablo was named the man of the match having to attend a short press with Xavi after wards. You were watching it live on your phone while sitting in your father's office.

"This picture was taken of you and Mr. Xavi daughter earlier today before the match? Any comments Gavi?" paparazzi smirked proudly and Pablo wanted to punch him in the face badly that he publicized your privacy and wanted to turn in into drama.

Before Gavi could let his anger get best of him and cuss the man out, Xavi took his microphone making the boy stay silent while he answered the asked questions with a cool head.

"My daughter is being very happy next to this boy, who proved to me on multiple occasion that he will treat her right. I couldn't be happier that she is with someone I know and respect both as a player and as a young man..next question?" Xavi said and you smiled wide proud of him in that moment knowing that Pablo was gloating in front of that cabrón of a reporter.

"Thank you for that sir" Pablo said after the press and Xavi nodded tapping his shoulder.

"No problem, chico. She is in my office, I think she is waiting for you..take her to dinner and be a good man. Her curfew is 10pm and no more window visits?" Xavi said and Pablo nodded promising to have you home safe and at the right time before rushing towards his office excited while Xavi chuckled remembering himself when he first fell in love with your mother back in the day.

The end. <3

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embarrassedanon · 1 year ago

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Bare on the Bus

Carlos was fed up with the indignities of being the rugby team’s “equipment manager.” Having slept through the job fair after an all nighter, this glorified towel boy role was the only work-study option left that helped him maintain his scholarship.

He loathed the endless practices and the jockstraps and musky towels lobbed at him in the locker room. The guys on the team treated him like he didn't exist. They were all too happy to seem him degraded as he was forced to clean up after them. He didn't come to university for this, he longed to be in the lab.

On one of his few off days he developed a plan to get at back at the guys. Carlos had been tinkering with some nanobot prototypes since he got to campus and by the time the end of the rugby season approached he knew they were ready to execute his master plan.

The team was being bussed downtown to a banquet at a hotel ballroom. The team was dressed to the nines and somehow the task of laundering their suits fell to Carlos. Of course today he didn't mind the grunt work, mixed in with the copious loads of laundry were millions of indestructible microscopic robots ready to eat through their clothing at a moments notice.

When the coach threw in his suit as a last minute addition Carlos was too happy to oblige.

When they were a comfortable distance from campus, and Carlos was certain the bus driver wouldn't turn around, the wheels were in motion.

Showtime!

As Carlos activated his robot army he noticed the jovial tone in the bus falter a bit as many of the athletes felt a strange itchiness take hold. It only took a few minutes for that falter to turn into a full panic. Soon large patches of skin began appearing through suit pants and sports coats.

"Bro what's happening?"

"Dude I can see your entire back!"

"Man your thighs are totally exposed!"

Carlos laughed to himself as the guys who wouldn't even give him the time of day were reduced to hysterical messes. Most of the bus now found themself clad only in their underwear.

Coach lumbered out of his seat towards the back of the bus in a pair of too-tight Ralph-Lauren briefs that left a bit of his butt cheeks exposed. Several of the guys on the team were snickering at his exposure, even though in the aisle many of them would be equally exposed.

"Bus driver we've got to go back to campus!" he implored.

"No can do Coach, traffic is a nightmare, and I'm off at the top of the hour, it's a union thing!"

"Well you can't expect my guys to go to the gala like this, they're practically naked."

"Not my problem."

"Hey, show some respect, I've won three national championships for this school you can't talk to me like that!" The coach fumed.

"I'm showing you as much respect as someone whose ball slipped out of his tightey-whities deserves." This garnered a big laugh from the team as the coach sheepishly readjusted himself and returned to the aisle with a incandescent blush.

Carlos could see the coach and the few smarter members of the team starting to panic as they rounded the corner just a few blocks from the venue. Time for phase two! The laughter was once again cut off, this time by more decidedly panicked noises as the nanobots began eating away at boxers, briefs, and jockstraps galore.

Faster than the first initial stripping, almost everyone on the bus was naked. Too absorbed in their own nudity, none of them even noticed Carlos fully dressed at the front of the bus.

These guys had all seen one another naked in the locker room, but they were so caught off guard this felt totally different. Their hands kept vacillating between covering their dicks and their asses. They scurried around the bus in an humiliated frenzy.

As the bus reached a hard stop several of the guys up in the aisle ran into one another, faces collided with asses and asses collided with dicks.

"Alright, I'm off in 5 minutes, every body off the bus! Someone will be here to get you in 3 hours."

The team, terrified of their newly realized fate, scrambled to the back of the bus to hunker down and resist getting off the bus.

“Have it your way then,” the bus driver said with a wink to Carlos as he pressed the button to open the emergency exit at the back of the bus exposing the team to everyone on the street.

#my writing #enm #rugby #enmstory

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pettyrevenge-base · 1 year ago

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Middle School tyrant finds out no one likes her.

At my Middle School we had a vice principal who fancied herself a dictator. Any tiny bit of power she got was an issue. But I was a middle schooler at the time and a good kid not often in trouble so I didn't cross her path until 8th grade. Her friend was a Bus driver named Pat.

For 6th and 7th grade years we had an awesome bus driver. He was nice to the kids, let us put the windows down when the Georgia heat got too much etc. But he retired and the bus driver we got was an extremely angry middle aged woman named "Pat" who did not like children and made that clear every day. "The windows stay up or we go back to the school!" she would yell as she had the only fan blowing in her face on a 100+ degree school bus. Ostensibly this was to keep us from throwing things out of the bus but that was never an issue before or after. The real reason was that before the bus driver could leave the bus at the end of the day all the windows had to be back up and locked. So this saved her effort.

My bus stop was the first she drove by but the last to pick up and had been that way for years. Pat changed this and decided she only wanted to stop on the first pass by and kept threatening to leave the kids in my neighborhood if we made her stop twice.

I first got on the Karen VP's radar because Pat left me on the side of a very busy road one morning. She could have stopped but wagged her finger at me as she drove away and left me. I flipped off the kids laughing at me out of the back window but the bus driver Pat thought I was flipping her off. I didn't get suspended because she left me with no way to get to school on the side of an extremely busy road and my mom threatened to sue if it happened again. But after that they had it out for me. Pat tried several times to get me on anything. She even coached a kid to say I bullied him but when the real Principal brought in the kid he said "no OP is my friend it was those other kids" and a bunch of other little shit. Anything to get me in trouble.

So the Petty revenge comes in here. I was doing my best to make the bus drivers life hell in little passive aggressive ways. She got annoyed at anything so it was easy. But Karen was harder to do anything to. After fighting with the bus driver and the Assistant Principal for most of the year, revenge came in the form of a Police fundraiser. They were advertising it on the local tv news and local radio stations. If you put someone up for "arrest" the cops would show up and throw someone in handcuffs and "Put them in jail" until they could call a few people and fundraise the "bail". The person who set up the arrest had to pay like $10 but worth it. My mom after being annoyed by Pat and Karen all year put Karen the Assistant Principle up for arrest. The cops showed up and took her to the room where she could call her friends and raise the money for her to go. The idea was that mom was going to keep having her arrested as long as she could.

Except no one would give her the "bail" money. Not even for a charity. So she ended up missing most of a day sitting in the police precinct trying to get anyone to put up enough money for her to leave. Eventually the cops told my mom that they had to let her go because it had gone on too long. She was the only one who didn't raise the bail money that day. Letting her know exactly how much she meant to everyone at the school felt great. I had a friend who heard her complaining about it later that day. She had called the Principal who did donate some but the other teachers gave nothing and none of her friends would help out. She apparently thought one of the teachers put her up for it. It's so minor and so petty it almost doesn't count. But when I left that school at the end of the year mom went up and asked her "how was jail?" before we walked away for the last time. First time I ever heard a "Reeeeeee" sound from a human.

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k-n-e-o · 11 months ago

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Nct Dream as high school students

This has been in my drafts for years! I’ve just reread it now and I think it’s pretty decent to post lol.

This is also mildly based off of my own highschool experience (which it’s now been years since I’ve graduated so obviously not current experience lol)

Disclaimer: this doesn’t have mark in it because he wasn’t back in nct dream at the time of writing, so I had it in my head that he already graduated and is in college

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[ Renjun ]

This is used a lot but it fits him so well

He’s our little artist

Loved art class

Helps the drama kids make the props and costumes

Made a chair once for an art project, absolutely hated it (this was taken from something a friend of mine had to do once lol)

He was covered in black, red, yellow, and blue wood stain for weeks

He also smelled like saw dust for a while too

I think he’s the only one that would make and bring his lunch just because he doesn’t want to have to deal with the other idiots at the school during lunch

Him and the boys stay in the art room at lunch, it’s quieter

I want to say he’s the only one in the group that actually studies

But knowing this group of boys,

None of them are getting anything done lol

[ Jeno ]

We all know this boy is the jock of the group.

He’s also one of the responsible ones

Being the driver of the dreams carpool to school everyday

He also uses the schools fitness centre (basically a weight room and stuff)

Gets his lunch money stolen by Haechan all the time so he now brings double so he’s not asking Jaemin to steal stuff from the cafeteria

Track and field boy

Probably beats his own records every year

Also probably does football with Jaemin (spoiler?)

A goofball in all his classes, especially the ones he shares with Jaemin

Leaves little smiley faces on his friends work when they aren’t looking.

[ Haechan ]

I’m sorry but he’s a theatre boy

Auditions for all of the plays

Leaves his I.D card on the stage all the damn time

So he can’t sign out a computer when he needs one

Ends up using his phone instead and sometimes gets in trouble for it

He’s known all around the school even if people don’t actually know him they know of him

Every teacher knows him too

And they only roll their eyes when he’s loud and goofy in class

I won’t lie he probably doesn’t know any of the names of people in his class so he has to ask whenever he’s paired up with them for projects even though he’s been going to school with them for years already (how can you tell I was the person who people forgot lol)

But they can’t be mad at him for long when he’s got them bent over in laughter a few seconds later

[ Jaemin ]

In culinary arts, so he gets free food sometimes

Especially when he works in the cafeteria at lunch

Sometimes if jeno doesn’t have lunch money Jaemin will sneak some fries out for him

Also on the football team

(I don’t know why I see him doing this but I do so fight me)

Forgets his water bottle all the damn time so had to do push-ups whenever any of the football coaches catch him

Heart breaker of the century

Has girls (and some guys) staring at him and stalking his social media

Taking bio and chem at the same time

Quickly regrets that choice he made lol

Spends his spares annoying Renjun in art

Ends up painting his arm or hand and gets scolded by the art teacher

Friends with almost all of his teachers

Yes like Haechan he’s also that kid who the teachers know instantly by name and who they tell their other classes funny stories about

Probably almost blew up the chemistry lab with Haechan once

Now Haechan and him aren’t allowed to touch any of the lab equipment

Works out with jeno but sometimes slacks off

Makes jeno stop by the local coffee shop every morning on the dreamies way to school

[ Chenle ]

I don’t know why but I struggled so much with Chenles

It’s weird

He’s probably a band student who uses the piano in the room as often as he can.

He goes into the band room in the morning when jeno and Jaemin have early football practice and he goes when he has a spare

And when he’s still there after the school he plays the piano

I mean, he probably has like three pianos at home

But there’s something about the giant nearly empty room

And just playing the piano just to play

He’s a simple boy with simple desires

You can expect this boy will try out for the basketball team

And if he’s not with his friends or at a piano in the band room

He’ll probably be in the gym shooting hoops

Hate hate hates doing homework

He’s the main reason why Jisung gets nothing done too lol

Also if the dreamies aren’t “studying” at a cafe you can bet they are at Chenles house

And the only reason is because his house is the only one that can fit all six of them comfortably

Sometimes mark joins too, for old times sake

[ Jisung ]

You can fight me on this but this boy would be in the poetry slam club

He’s that quite cute boy who everyone glances at through out the meeting

Never used his locker

Instead he puts all his stuff in Chenles locker because, and I quote

“It’s easier”

Goes to all the sports games cause Chenle drags him there

Attempts to study

But we all not that ain’t happening

Gets really stressed during exam season

Probably eats one to many instant ramen packages

(He found Chenles secret stash)

Probably doesn’t skip class

Although he tried it once with Haechan but decided it wasn’t his thing

Eats lunch with the others at a near by food place every Friday as an end of the week treat

Is late to his afternoon class because they lost track of time

He’s the one always asking for a pencil or a pen

Probably tried out for the soccer team

And obviously got in

Kinda disappointed that the soccer season is short tho

But works hard none the less

Always forgetting his water bottle

Works on his writing when he has a moment of free time in class

Probably the kind to leave little love notes in his crushes locker

I don’t think he’s a huge party person

But he gets invited to a lot of them

Always complains about his student I.D photo

But it’s not as bad as he says it is

Hands in assignments late because he keeps forgetting to do them

#Nct dream #Nct Jisung #Nct Renjun #Nct jeno #Nct Haechan #Nct Jaemin #Nct Chenle #nct #Nct fanfic #Nct dream fanfic

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lovelytaes-blog · 1 year ago

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reach the top (1) - jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

word count: 1.7k

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It started as a good day.

It was your typical autumn morning. The skies were clear with just the perfect amount of wind that didn’t make it too cold – the perfect type of weather you could get away with leaving your warm home with a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie.

You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her face contorts, like it always does, as she mumbles after you that “you’ll look more like your brother if you keep gaining all that muscle,” and “I’ve given birth to two twin boys.”, no longer bothered you as you continue your merry way out of the house.

The drive to school wasn’t too long due to how early you had left. It was calm and you liked that during your morning drives; no stupid drivers, no one trying to cut you off, no one honking at you, it was great. However, as you happily pulled into your parking spot, you didn’t expect your mood to shift upon seeing your angry teammates standing around the gym entrance with their back turned towards you.

“You cut the girl’s team?” You angrily shoved the paper into the men’s coach’s face, purposely blocking his vision from the boys that were practicing in your gym during what was supposed to be your practice time. The same anger from when you had found the paper on the door of your gymnasium still radiating off of you when you had decided that the boy’s head coach needed to be talked to.

“Tragic, isn’t it? Not enough players, not enough funding either.” Coach Nim shrugs, pushing aside the paper, his eyes focusing back on the boys as they continue to play against each other, “If you ladies know any way I could help, let me know.”

“Actually,” You reply, “let us try out for the boys team!” The rest of the girls nodded their heads, as Coach Nim snorted, doubling over in laughter, he heaved before he noticed that he was the only one laughing, and abruptly stopped, sputtering out.

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Coach, you’ve seen us play,” You say, “we’re good enough! We literally won inter-highs! I don’t think your boys can say the same.” You seethed watching the man in front of you stiffen, clearly hitting a sore spot.

“Listen,” Coach Nim turns towards you with hard eyes, “Boys are stronger and faster than girls, there’s just no way you girls could keep up with my boys. Don’t waste their time, or mine, just accept that your team got cut.”

Before you could respond, Somi and Euna grip your arms, pulling you back as Jin and the rest of the boys make their way beside Coach Nim.

Kim Seokjin; or Jin, as everyone called him.

The most popular volleyball player in your school. He’s handsome, smart, and not only is he part of the starting lineup for your school’s volleyball team, but he’s also the captain. The two of you met years ago back in middle school but didn’t start going out until your freshman year of high school; him being your upperclassmen, it came as a shock to everyone that the Kim Seokjin was dating Jung Y/n, a nobody. However, that changed when you had decided to try out for the girl’s volleyball team. You had been playing volleyball with Somi and Euna since middle school, but you hadn’t thought about trying out for the high school team as you three weren’t confident against your upperclassman’s, scared you wouldn’t be up to their standards. Even though you weren’t one to shy away from conversations, you were still reserved, only talking and socializing when you needed to; the rest of the times you were maintaining your grades in order to keep your appeal to universities with impressive academic scores. It was then that your guidance counselor had recommended that you try out for a sports team, another way to enhance your appeal to universities and colleges. You weren’t too excited about it, only because you knew exactly how your mother would be when she found out that you were doing sports, something that she believes was not for women. However, that didn’t stop you from trying out—and shockingly, you made it in. By the end of your freshman year, you were no longer a nobody, and you were no longer just Jin’s girlfriend, but you were Jung Y/n, the best female Ace Cypress has ever seen. Now, four years later and half way into university—and still considered the best female player—your team gets cut due to the lack of funding? You were willing to fight for a spot on the boys team just to secure your future of wanting to go pro.

“Hey jagiya, what’s wrong?” Jin speaks carefully, eyeing the situation between you and his coach, along with taking in that all of the girls were angrily staring at him behind you.

“Our team got cut and we want to try out for the boys team.” You confidently say. The entire boys team howls with laughter, which causes you to shrink slightly at the mockery; instead, you brush it off, straightening up again and glare at the rest of the boys.

“Seokjin, why are you laughing?” You hissed, “You know that our girls team is just as good as yours—and if I’m not mistaking, at least we have the inter-high’s under our belts.”

This statement causes the boys team to abruptly stop, the rest of them complaining to their captain and telling him “You gonna let her disrespect us like that?”

“Better put a leash on your girl, cap.” Namjoon snickers; a larger boy on the team with short black hair who plays middle block, and Jin’s best friend. You and Namjoon were never friends—he only tolerated you because you’re his best friend’s girl, and you only tolerated him because he’s your boyfriend’s best friend; however, the two of you never really got along to begin with—and the fact that Jin had the audacity to chuckle at his crude joke set you off.

What kind of boyfriend doesn’t defend his own girlfriend when his best friend is making jabs so openly?

“You’re seriously going to let this bulky bitch talk to me that way?” You snarled, stepping closer but being stopped again by Somi and Euna; Jin masks his laughter behind his coughs to muster out an excuse, but Namjoon beats him to it.

“At least Jin didn’t have to feed off of your popularity to make a name for himself, oh wait…” He pauses smirking, “You never were popular to begin with, isn’t that right, Ms. Nobody?”

“I’m more of a somebody than you are, Kim Namjoon,” You spat, “At least the whole school knows my name and I’m not shadowed by your beloved Captain.”

“At least I didn’t have to sleep with the captain to make a name for myself!”

“That’s rich coming from you, you fucking manwho—”

“Okay, settle down.” Coach Nim interrupts before Namjoon tries to come forward but is stopped by your so-called boyfriend.

“I’m not telling you again, Jung. Girls are not trying out for my team.”

Letting out a sigh and cracking your neck, you stare at Jin, “Well, with all due respect coach, but maybe we should let the captain decide?” You wholeheartedly believed that Jin wouldn’t jeopardize your future, if there’s anyone that knows you better, it’s him—and he knows how much you rely on this season to gain more endorsements to help you fulfil your dreams of going pro.

“I think that coach is right. There’s not much more for me to say.”

Your heart drops to your stomach as you stared at the man that you thought you knew. Those hypnotizing chocolate eyes that had encouraged you to chase your dreams, the very same ones that told you he’d do anything for you to help you attain that goal, just crushed your hopes and dreams in two sentences.

“Are you kidding me right now?” You whispered, “You know how much this season means to us!” You yelled.

“Look—there’s nothing more I can do or say,” Jin says, becoming the asshole he was for show, “Plus, you’re girls, you can’t jump as high as us, you’re not as fast at receiving, and you’re not as strong to set the same sets continuously.” He threw in your face, “So, what could you guys really do for our team?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You cry, “You even said that I was the best the school has ever seen! Jin, please! We can do it!”

The boys behind Jin were sourly looking at the rest of your team. Mumbles of “Jin would never say that.” And “Are you delusional? Was echoing throughout the gym, the girls behind you stared in sadness at you as you tried to reason with them.

“I would never say that. You’re all great, but you really wouldn’t be an asset to our team.” Jim calmly says not looking at you. A trait you know he does when he’s in the wrong, Jin can’t give eye contact to anyone when he lies.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you lying!” You scream calling him out, how could he jeopardize the girls team like this? How could he do this when he had promised that you would for sure get all those endorsements this year? Had he known that this was going to happen?

“Y/n, that’s enough. Coach said his piece, and I’ve said mine. You’re not trying out for the team, especially not with our first game against Ridgecrest just a few weeks away. Sorry but it’s not happening, end of discussion.” Your stare hardens as the boys patted his back, praising him for what ever reason. Jin has straightened up, looking more like a captain than ever, at one point in your life you would’ve loved to see him look as confident as this.

But right now, you hated, despised, that he was so smug.

“Fine,” You scoff, “End of relationship.” You turn on your heel to leave before Jin gently grabs your wrist, Jin’s face no longer holding his asshole smirk and is replaced with his eyes filled with worry.

“Hey—Jagiya,” He sputters out, “No, c’mon, I just—I don’t want to see you get hurt!” You angrily pressed your fingers down into the volleyball, seething with annoyance.

“Oh, fuck off,” You spun around, “You’re so full of shit.” Ripping your arm away from him and chucking the volleyball against his face, you leave the gymnasium with the rest of your girls without looking back.

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strangerthingfanfic · 11 months ago

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Welcome to my story for the Harringrove Bigbang!!!

This wouldn’t have been possible without my amazing Beta reader @camaro-and-smokes and my artist @demogorgeously

Chapter 1 can be found here at Ao3 or down below

Chapter 1: Truths

Hawkins High School Gym: Friday March 2, 2023

“Stop him Steve!” someone yelled as the brown-haired captain of the Tigers basketball team took on the newest player, the Californian mystery boy, Billy Hargrove.

Steve tried his best to block him from the basket but it was for nothing as the sun-kissed heartthrob made the winning basket.

“Skins win boys. You all did good. The interstate championship is coming up next month, so get your rest and keep practicing. See you next week,” the coach said as he headed for his office.

Steve and Billy had spent the whole year trying to best each other on the courts. They wouldn't say the word friend, but their competitive spirit has made them respect one another.

Steve sat down on the bleachers and put his head in his hands as he tried to figure out why every time his hand brushed against Billy’s sweaty chest, his heart beat faster.

Down the way, Billy was also trying to figure his own feelings out.

Their cool-down didn’t last long as a beautiful girl with brown hair and blue eyes that were red around the edges walked into the gym.

“Steve, your mommy is here,” Tommy Hagan said, making everyone but the two boys on the court laugh.

Steve took a deep breath and followed Nancy out to a quiet space behind the gym while Billy watched, feeling the weirdest sensation - jealousy.

“What do you want, Nancy?” Steve asked in an annoyed tone.

“Seriously Harrington, you spend all night blowing up my fucking phone and you act like I'm the one putting you out. I'm sorry your fragile male ego was hurt because I chose to study for a test rather than invite you over to hear about your basketball issues. Well, King Steve, enjoy the single life because we are through,” Nancy said and stormed off, leaving a very stunned Steve behind and his varsity jacket on the ground.

“I've seen breakups in my life, but that one was killer,” Billy quipped, trying to keep a victorious smile from spreading across his face.

Steve turned around, making a show out of leaning down a bit to put his face into Billy’s and said, “What, you following me now, shithead?”

Billy actually looked hurt by the comment, but his phone dinged before he could reply. “Would love to continue this lovely chat, but I’ve got something I need to do,” he said, looking worried and tired all at once.

Steve sighed. Billy kept checking his phone and muttering to himself and his hands were visibly shaking. “Need some help?” Steve asked softly. “You really shouldn’t drive like that”.

Billy scoffed. He didn’t need help, especially from someone like King Steve, but then something inside didn’t want Steve to be away either. Giving into the understanding, Steve was right and he really shouldn’t be driving, reluctantly nodded and dug the keys out of his pocket. He tossed them at Steve and led the way to his blue Camaro.

As Steve got in the driver’s side, he was trying to figure out what could have Billy so tied in knots.

Billy got in and buckled his seat belt. “Let's head to the daycare center next to the small store Joyce works at,” he said, his eyes constantly darting back to the phone that kept dinging.

Steve was confused but didn’t want to push it, so he started up the car. Why was Billy going to a daycare and how did he know Joyce Byers? he wondered to himself.

The trip was quiet except for the sounds of typing and dinging as Billy frantically kept replying to incoming texts.

When they got to the daycare center, Billy hopped out and ran inside without a word.

Not wanting to intrude, Steve kept himself planted in the driver's seat.

As Joyce came out of the daycare, Steve waved at her. She headed over to Steve and asked, “Why are you in the driver's seat”?

Steve smiled and replied, “Billy was shaking so bad I didn't think it was wise for him to drive. He hasn't explained what's going on yet, though.”

“He will when he's calmed down and ready. You're a good guy Steve. Now I better get my ass back to work before I get fired,” Joyce said with a laugh. She was halfway towards the convenience store when she suddenly turned around. “Oh, by the way, could you pick up the boys from school? I know you already dropped them off in the morning, but it would really help all of us parents. Thanks!”

Groaning at the sudden change of plans and not being given an option to decline, Steve grabbed his phone and texted Robin. “Hey Robs, what are you up to?”

“Hey, I'm just doing some homework. I'm surprised you're done with basketball practice. I feel bad for sports people having to stay behind even on short days. Anyway, how are you?” Robin replied.

“Well, Nancy broke up with me and now I'm sitting outside the daycare center and Joyce just asked me to pick up the kids out of the blue. My head's spinning and I’m not sure how it’s staying on to be honest, especially since I’m waiting for Billy Hargrove to do whatever he’s doing at the daycare,” Steve replied, not quite sure if he himself believed the words he just typed.

A couple of confused smileys and then Robin finally replied, “The hot new kid?”

Steve sent a facepalm, which he received a laughing face.

Just as he was starting to text another message, the door to the daycare opened and out came Billy, holding a baby wrapped in a pink and yellow blanket.

Questions swirled in Steve’s head as Billy opened the passenger side door, pulled the seat up, and carefully placed the baby in the baby seat. Placing a kiss on the baby’s forehead, he made sure the baby was secure, returned his seat to its upright position, and sat down.

“Her name is Mary and I need to take her to the doctor. Let’s get you back to your car and then I will pick up Max and head on over to the hospital,” Billy said as his phone chimed again. “Thank god her doctor will see her this afternoon at 3:30.”

Starting the car up, Steve wanted to ask a million questions but kept quiet, not wanting to awaken Billy’s temper.

The quiet but tense car ride didn’t take that long, but to both the men in the vehicle, it felt like a lifetime.

When they got to the school parking lot, Steve pulled into a spot right next to his brand new 2023 BMW X5.

“Who knew you would drive a mom car Harrington,” Billy quipped as he unbuckled his seatbelt and covered Mary with a blanket.

Steve’s face flushed pink. “I take a group of kids to and from school so I got a car that fits us all comfortably,” he said, undoing his own seatbelt.

“Always have to be hero Harrington don’t you” Billy said mockingly.

“And you always have to be a jackass,” Steve said, opening the door and getting out, making a show of dropping the keys in the driver's seat.

He was tired and he still had to pick up five kids. But he also wanted to stay and make sure Billy and Mary got to the doctor safely. Why do I care so much about this hot-headed asshole who's done everything in his power to make my life hell? His temper alone drives me crazy, Steve’s inner voice repeated over and over.

But his outer voice said something different, “We could move the car seat into the SUV and could pick the kids up, drop them off, and still make it to the appointment.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I can’t take the chance of the others finding out. I will wait here for Max and then head to the hospital. Thanks for the help,” Billy said as he got back into the Camaro, this time in the driver's seat.

“I’ll come to the hospital after dropping the others off,” Steve said and got into the SUV and headed out.

Billy watched the SUV disappear into the distance. Part of him was confused why Steve would come to the hospital while part of him was glad.

When Max got there, they headed to the children’s hospital where Steve was already waiting for them. His SUV was nowhere in sight.

“Where's your mom car?” Billy quipped as he and Max got to Steve.

“I left it at the Byers. Jonathan gave me a ride here, but don't worry, I told him some lame excuse about volunteering,” Steve answered.

While Billy checked in with Mary, Steve found him and Max chairs close to the magazine rack to keep themselves busy.

Once Billy had checked in with Mary, they came back and sat down next to Steve and Max. He tried to keep himself composed while all he wanted to was to cry and tell Steve everything. It scared him. In all this time, he had never felt the need to be honest and open with anyone about what had happened, but around Steve he just wanted to be exactly that.

“Mr. Hargrove, the doctor will see you and Mary now,” the nurse said after a few minutes. Billy got up and was able to muster up enough self-restraint to follow the nurse to the examination room without saying a word to Steve, afraid they would be the wrong ones.

“It’s just a cold,” Billy said happily when he and Mary emerged from the doctor’s office.

After making a follow-up appointment and picking up Mary’s prescription at the hospital pharmacy, they were back in the Camaro, with Max complaining about the tight space, and headed towards Steve’s place.

The pile of questions Steve had kept growing by the minute, but he knew that making Billy angry would only make him clam up more.

The rest of the ride to Steve’s was so quiet that you could hear the wind passing through the cracks of the car's windows.

When they finally pulled into the driveway that led to Steve’s front door, both Max and Billy were amazed at the finery in front of them. “Damn Steve, you could host a block party on your damn driveway,” Billy just had to quip, making Steve roll his eyes.

When they got to the front door, Steve helped by getting Mary out while Billy helped Max. Steve then went, still carrying Mary, and opened the front door, inviting Billy and Max inside.

Once everyone was in, Steve looked down at Mary who was falling asleep in his arms and said, “I’m going to take her up to my old nursery and lay her down.”

Suddenly Billy’s carefree attitude changed, and he suddenly was in front of Steve, removing the baby from his arms. “I'll take her to lie down. Where is the nursery?”

“On the left-hand side as you get upstairs,” Steve said, taken aback.

Once Billy was beyond his view, Steve collapsed on the couch. He didn’t think the day could get any weirder until he looked over at the other sofa and had to do a double take.

Laying in a pile of clothes was a red-headed baby laughing and cooing.

“Billy, can you come down here” Steve called up the stairs as he picked up the now baby Max so she wouldn’t fall off the couch.

As he rounded the corner, Billy's face turned pale and his knees buckled, causing him to fall to the floor as he saw the bundle in Steve's hands.

“I’m so sorry Steve, you weren’t supposed to find out now. I’ve put you in danger,” Billy said, suddenly standing up. “I will get the girls and go. Maybe they won’t find out.”

Steve cradled Max as he went past Billy, headed upstairs, and soon came back down with a baby monitor instead of a baby. He headed to the fridge, grabbed some sparkling water and, sitting on the recliner across from the couch, said, “Time to talk, Hargrove.”

Sitting on the couch, Billy twisted open the lid to his sparkling water and took a long swig. “Hold on to your panties, this is a wild ass ride.” Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, knowing the sparkling water in his hand wasn’t enough to tell a story that Steve would not believe and would put him in danger. Opening his eyes, he was met with piercing brown eyes that said “you're not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on”. Taking another swig of his liquid courage, Billy cleared his throat and began at the beginning.

“It all started at the beginning of last year. I was sixteen and wanted my own car. My dad said that I would have to earn the money and keep my grades up and a bunch of other shit I really didn’t listen to, so I was scanning help wanted ads online. One came up that was offering a huge amount of money. All I had to do was be a human guinea pig. I immediately contacted them and on January fourth, after passing all their health checks perfectly, they put me under anaesthesia. A few hours later, I woke up hooked to a bunch of machines with doctors standing in a circle around me. Then I heard the most disturbing thing I had in my sixteen years: ‘the uterus and the embryos have been successfully implanted. In nine months he will have a child‘.”

Hands shaking, he took another swig of water and dared to look over at Steve. His eyes were wide, but the worst was that he had the one look Billy hated most painted on his face. Pity. Not able to bear the look anymore, he closed his eyes and continued describing the journey.

“When I recovered from surgery, they put me in this really nice room and allowed anything I wanted. I wanted to murder the doctors for not telling me what I was in for beforehand. I mean, when they put me under, all they said was I would feel like a new person. I didn’t think they meant I’d be having a fucking baby.”

Again, he had to stop and take a drink. Honestly, he was ready to bolt. Ready to run but his girls were upstairs and who knew what kind of security this place had, so he mustered up what bravery he had and continued on.

“But some nagging feeling told me it was safer just to let things go the way they were. I don’t think it truly became real until the ultrasound later. I mean, I had very little morning sickness, and I didn’t get tired like they warned me about. But that moment, when I saw both my girls for the first time, I was hit with a wave of emotions: fear, love, anger, and more fear. Then I learned I was having twin girls. Then came the lactogenesis.”

“Wait, wait, Billy, slow down. What the hell is lactogenesis?” Steve said, trying to keep up with the story.

“Basically, the start of me producing milk,” Billy said, his face turning a soft pink.

“Oh,” Steve said as he tried to cunningly look at Billy’s chest to see any signs of this.

“Eyes up here, buddy. Now, I’m going to continue if that’s fine with you.” Steve nodded, and Billy took a breath and continued.

“My head went into a tailspin of emotions that I don’t think ever ended. Honestly, the rest of the pregnancy was a blur of having blood drawn, psychological evaluations, physicals, and at some point a basic parenting class. So, fast-forwarding to Sept. 5, 2022, the girls were born via C-section. They both cried quickly, and I got to hold them and feed both of them for the first time. Which, I must say, was the most awkward but confusingly most satisfying thing I had ever done. But then alarms started going off and the head doctor, Doctor Martin Brenner, started yelling to get me and the girls out of the delivery room and to another facility in order to continue testing on the girls. But Doctor Sam Owens, who had been very kind to me, helped me into a wheelchair, gently placing the girls in my arms and wheeled us out a back door, grabbing a case of vials as he left. Owens got the driver's seat of my car that was parked outside up and managed to help me squeeze into the backseat to lie down to minimize the pain I was in. Laying the girls on my chest, he replaced the seat and drove us to a hotel about six hours outside of San Diego. Once inside, Owens told me that one of my daughters, Max, had a genetic defect that would be a devastating blow to humanity if replicated. He told me he had been able to create a medicine that will reverse the effects, but it only lasts twelve hours. I looked at the man like he was crazy. Max looked absolutely normal. Then It happened for the first time. Right at 5pm Max went from being a few hours old to being twelve years old right in front of my eyes. I mean, imagine one minute you're holding your newborn daughter and boom, then she’s fucking twelve, talking, walking and being a fucking pain. The fact she knew how to be a fucking pain pissed me off more. So, now not only did I have two kids but one with this weird power or whatever it was with no one to help me except Owens. And he only did what he did because I promised I would let him keep tabs on the girls. Owens chose Hawkins to continue keeping tabs on Max and her 'ability' because it was off the grid, and the people who worked for Brenner would never look for us there. According to Owens, Brenner wanted to take Max and replicate the anomaly inside her to reverse the aging process. So, the next morning we waited until 5am and loaded a cranky pre-teen and a screaming one day old into the Camaro and headed here.”

Billy swore as he stopped to take a drink and found his sparkling water empty. Steve got up and got a couple more bottles and placed them in front of him. He thanked Steve as he opened another bottle, and after taking a swig, he continued.

“My life has been a fucking groundhog day ever since. For some reason, Max just started calling me her brother, so we went with that. From 5am to 5pm I’m her brother and from 5pm to 5am I’m her fucking mother. Feeding, changing and trying to keep the three of us alive in this dank little room at the rec center that one of Owen's friends let’s me use. I sleep on a mattress and the two girls share a crib. There’s been three saving graces. One, my twins. Two, for compensation for my hardships, Owens transferred the Camaro into my name. I also get a weekly supply drop of diapers and things for older Max and a weekly allowance of $100 to shop for food and clothing. Three, Joyce. When I went to the market on the third day we were here, I left Max to watch Mary for a bit. Next thing I knew, I was having a full-fledged breakdown in one of the aisles when I saw the price for some lunch stuff for Max. I was at my breaking point and then there Joyce was, like an angel. She asked what was wrong, and I just blurted out everything to her. When I was done, I panicked. I thought she would call CPS or the police, thinking I was crazy, but all she did was hold me and tell me she would figure it out with me. The next day she had me meet her after dropping Max off and got me set up with the daycare so I could go to school. Then she had Sheriff Hopper bring over some old infant clothing and blankets. He also had a brand new crib made for twins and he helped me to set it up. They offered to make room at their place and Hopper offered me his cabin, but I didn’t want them involved, so I declined.”

Steve watched as Billy, who had always been sturdy as a rock on and off the court, buried his face into one of the couch pillows and cried. Steve could tell Billy was trying to hide the tears, so he said nothing. The questions in his head could wait for later.

Finally, slowly raising his head and clutching the pillow to his chest, Billy said, “I’m drowning, Steve. My girls deserve more than an old room. They deserve that amazing nursery you have. They deserve a stable home, not an old room with nothing in it. My parents think I’m dead and don't know they’re grandparents, though that might be the only decent thing about all this. My dad is stuck in the freaking 80s when people tried to have the perfect family. He was just a damn kid back then, but fuck that, right? He probably would’ve had a heart attack if I told him I got pregnant–and could again. But I seriously want to know If I was to disappear, would you take them in? Be their parent? That way, they’d have a chance at life and Max could get her cure.”

Billy stopped but didn’t reach for his sparkling water. He started to fidget where he sat. His breathing quickened like he was having a panic attack, but he quickly resumed breathing normally. “Owens told me today he found a cure, but it would cost me 10k. I wanted to punch him but I didn’t want to make a scene, so I gritted my teeth and left,” he said, and as he took a swig of his sparkling water, tears ran along his jawline.

After a small pause, Steve finally spoke. “This is right up my alley.” Looking at the clock, he grabbed his phone and wallet, Billy’s keys, and headed out the door.

The sound of the Camaro’s V8 revving in the last minutes of daylight sent shivers down Billy’s spine. The sound of gravel flying in under the squealing wheels made the whole thing even more menacing.

Billy chugged the last of his sparkling water, cursing that he couldn’t have anything stronger, and then laid down on the couch. Before he could even close his eyes, he heard crying over the baby monitor. So, he got up, ran up the stairs towards the nursery, pulling his shirt off. He picked up the two screaming babies from their crib and sat in the rocking chair, setting them up for feeding, which always seemed to take forever.

***

The Camaro was the most beautiful piece of engineering Steve had ever driven, and he had driven a lot of cars, including the newest models. Every turn was smooth, the stick shift melded with his hand, and the roar of the engine was music to his ears.

As much as he wanted to disappear into the void, he knew he had to make the dreaded call. “Siri, call mom,” he said. As he listened to each unanswered ring, his anxiety got worse and worse.

“Hello Steve,” came a woman's voice over the speaker.

Ignoring the annoyed tone in his mother’s voice, he said, “Hello mother. I need your help. A friend is being blackmailed and I want to help.”

First, silence. Then, “What does this have to do with me?” she huffed.

He wanted to scream at her, but said, “Dr. Martin Brenner.”

“I will text you when we are set up. What do you need?” she asked, finally interested.

“10k and a safety net from Dr. Sam Owens,” he answered.

“I'll get it done,” she said.

The phone clicked dead, pissing Steve off more.

Reaching over, he flipped on the radio and was surprised at classical music playing. He’d always heard that babies like classical music.

The drive to the clinic wasn’t that long, but it felt like ages. What he was about to do was crazy and could go south quickly.

Hopefully, his mother had come through.

When he arrived at the clinic, there were only a few cars left in the parking lot. He hoped that Owens' car was one of them.

He got out, taking a deep breath. Just as he was stepping inside, his cell phone dinged with a message.

“Everything is set up, just waiting for you to say if it's a go or not. Love, Caroline.”

His mother signed no messages as ‘mother’. It didn't bother him anymore, though. He was just glad she had his back when he really needed her.

As he headed straight back to the room he saw Billy go into, the receptionist said loudly, “Sir, you're not permitted back there without an appointment.” Without even looking at her, he flipped her off and kicked open the door.

“Doctor Sam Owens,” Steve said, making himself comfortable in one of the visitor's chairs. “We need to talk”.

Owens swore loudly as he turned to face the disruption that had just kicked his door open. “Who the fuck are you”? he asked.

“I'm here to pay the 10k for the cure for Max Hargrove. Then, either of two things will happen within 48 hours. Option one: Max will be cured and you will get your 10k. You can pack up your shit and leave Billy and Hawkins alone. Option two: Max doesn't get better, and the FBI takes your ass in, on paper at least, but I'm sure you're more familiar by their other name, the Shadow Group. That’s just a text away. So, let's go, doctor. If you refuse, I can send that text right now, too,” Steve said with a sneer.

Owens sat down in his chair and let out a small laugh. “Kiddo, why should I be afraid of you?” he asked, probably hoping to call the young man’s bluff. The fire that flared in Steve's eyes made Owens flinch, clearly rethinking his own safety. He grabbed a case from a safe under the sink and said, “I've got the cure. I know it will work, but I'm the least of your worries. Brenner won't stop looking for them.”

“We’ll deal with it if and when it happens, but for now, let's go,” Steve said as he let Owens lead the way out.

Steve's hands gripped the wheel tightly as they headed towards his place. Just the thought of the asshole next to him being around Billy and those girls again made him want to throw up.

“You know, kid, I'm not the bad guy here. I did everything I could for your friend and his kids. But I have to make sure my wife and son are safe as well and that money will help secure it,” Owens said, trying to plead his case.

Steve growled and snapped back, “I get it, but holding a child’s livelihood above her parents’ head is just disgusting.”

“That child wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me,” Owens said, boasting.

“Your true colors finally show. This is about ego, not your family. Let’s hope your cure works, doctor, because if it doesn’t, all you're going to see is a cell and three meals a day,” Steve said. Both of them spent the rest of the trip inside their own heads.

When Steve and Owens got back to Steve’s house, he grabbed Owens by the arm and dragged him inside. When Steve saw the empty living room, his mind went back to Billy's words ‘if I disappeared’ and started panicking.

Continuing to hold Owens by the arm, he dragged Owens up the stairs and to the nursery.

The sight in the room stopped Steve by the door. Billy was asleep in the rocking chair, his shirt off and both of his girls in his arms.

“Do you really want to continue to torture that family?” Steve whispered to Owens.

“Why does a rich kid like you care about a kid with nothing but two kids in tow?” Owens spat.

Steve grabbed Owens' arm again and dragged him into the nursery.

Billy woke up the minute Steve set foot in and threw a blanket over the girls as he held them tightly against his chest. “God! Harrington, you scared me!” he hissed, relaxing until he saw Owens. “What the fuck is he doing here?” he growled.

“He has the cure for Max,” Steve said as he pushed Owens forward. “Give it to her. Then you’ll stay here for two days, making sure nothing goes wrong,” he said, waving his phone in front of Owens. Steve looked over at Billy, who looked back in confusion and fear as he held both his girls against his chest. “Don't worry, he won't do anything stupid,” he said as he reached out his arms for Max.

Billy gently placed her into Steve's arms and held onto Mary.

Steve brought a still sleeping Max to Owens and held her arm out for him to give her the shot.

Taking a deep breath, Owens did as he was told to. It made Max wake up screaming in return, and even though he had seen the whole thing, Billy got up and got right in Owen’s face and said, “If anything is wrong with her, I will kill you.”

Steve quickly returned Max to Billy and gently assured him, “She’s alright. She’s going to be alright.”

“Alright doctor Owens, in two days, if the cure really works, you’ll get your payment and you can get the hell out of their lives,” Steve said, remaining by Billy’s side.

“I’ll pay you back. I promise,” Billy said, trying to keep his emotions in check. .

Steve smiled and said, “We can talk about that later. How about for now we go and have some drinks in the living room and relax?”

Surprisingly, Billy didn't fight and gently put both girls in the crib. Max looked at him with tears still dabbing the side of her tiny eyes.

“I will be just downstairs, my love,” Billy said. At that moment, Mary put her little arm around Max and they began to cuddle. Max seemed to forget about Billy and her shot at once.

Steve smiled at Billy and said, “Twins always have a caretaker, even at 6 months old.” Billy nodded, and they flanked Owens down the stairs ahead of them and pushed him onto one of the couches. Billy sat across from Owens, staring daggers at him while Steve went to the kitchen to get them drinks.

When Steve returned and handed Owen his drink, he spoke. “Better get comfortable and you better hope nothing goes wrong or you will end up meeting my mother and her colleagues within a shadow government you won’t be drinking with.”

“Damn, Harrington, I didn’t know you had this in you,” Billy said as Steve sat next to him. “I'm full of surprises, Hargrove,” Steve replied. It made Billy's lower half respond in kind, it made Steve even more elated himself.

Owens groaned, having to witness the teenage banter in front of him. Billy and Steve just laughed.

They all opened their drinks and quietly eyed each other as they drank.

***

At 4:30am, Billy’s alarm went off blaring Master of Puppets.

Groaning, Billy hit the off button and tried to sit up, but was being held by something around his waist. It was then he remembered they fell asleep on the couch and Steve must’ve put his arm around him. If it wasn’t for needing to get upstairs for Max, he would’ve let the guy sleep. No one had ever done anything to Billy like Steve had done last night. He was still afraid to let himself get close to anyone, but now he was more than willing to try. Gently sliding out from under Steve’s arm, he stood up and was already heading upstairs when he felt a hand grip his wrist.

“I’m coming too,” Steve said, yawning.

Billy couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, but I’m not carrying you up the stairs.” Somewhere in his mind, he knew he would do that if needed, and it made him feel warm inside. Billy stopped by Owens, who was sleeping on the other couch and pulled his legs off of it.“Time to get up, Doctor Frankenstein, we have to check on my daughter,” Billy sneered.

Owens didn’t dare argue or try to make a corny joke, he just followed.

Both girls started crying when they reached the stairs. Billy knew that meant breakfast time. He strode upstairs, two stairs at a time. When he reached the nursery, he lifted the girls out of the crib and sat on the rocking chair to feed them.

The girls found their favorite spots quickly, making him breathe in from the pain, realizing he had never put his shirt on from the last feeding.

“They are good eaters,” Steve said from the doorway of the nursery.

Billy laughed and agreed. “They are that. I tried doing it one at a time, but it didn’t work. They would eat if both of them weren’t there. When I had to start leaving Mary at daycare, I was so scared she wouldn’t eat from the bottle. Thankfully, she did, but only at daycare. Once Max was her normal self. Mary would only breastfeed next to Max.”

Steve smiled and watched for a few minutes, trying to turn off the feelings of peace and comfort as the house finally felt like a home, but he couldn’t.

Remembering they were on the clock, he pulled Owens into a spare bedroom, and sat him in an old chair as he got out a new blanket to lay Max on.

Steve had never been religious, but at that moment, he silently asked God to spare Billy and Max from any more pain and let the medicine have worked. And it was then, as if God was letting him know all would be alright, as Steve passed the window after sitting Owens down, a warm, bright light came through and engulfed Steve. His worry was gone and shortly thereafter, so was the light.

The look of amazement and confusion crossed Owen’s face as he looked at the window and then to Steve. It was again completely dark outside but yet that light had been there.

At ten to five, Billy came in holding Max. She was happily cooing and kept reaching for Billy's face.

Steve felt knots in his stomach. The look on Billy’s face said everything. If this didn’t work, it would probably be the final straw that would break Billy for good.

Laying Max on the blanket, Billy turned to Steve.

Steve placed a hand on Billy’s cheek and said gently, “It will work. All will be well”

Billy nodded, trying to stay positive.

They all anxiously waited for the chiming of Billy’s phone to tell them it was time.

Ding ding ding.

Poop.

The only thing that happened was Max stayed a baby and pooped her diaper, making both Steve and Billy break into laughter.

Billy picked her up, taking her back to the nursery to change her. Relieved, he left Steve and a very egotistical Owens behind.

“I knew it would work! I am a genius.” Owens shouted.

As if anyone cared.

Steve got right into Owen’s face. “No, shithead, you’re not. You're a lunatic who finds joy in hurting others because it boosts your own damn ego. Just so you know, your friend, Doctor Brenner, was picked up by the Shadow group this morning as he tried to flee the country. Someone had tipped him off that Billy was in France with the twins and working as a tour guide.”

Owens laughed and said, “Brenner isn’t a friend, more like a means to an end. I hope he enjoys federal prison.”

Ignoring Owens, Steve continued. “Now, I am a man of my word. A higher power has assured me that Max will be just fine from here on, so I’m going to let you leave. But you shouldn’t try to fly or do anything under your real name because the Shadow group will be on top of you at once. Brenner ratted you out as an accomplice the minute he was taken into custody. Not a very good friend in my books.”

Steve smiled, noticing Owen’s eyes widen at this news.

“Please kid, I have a family,” Owens pleaded.

Steve laughed and said, “I’m guessing the people you’ve hurt also had one, but don’t worry, they will be fine.”

Owens just sat in silence.

“Thank goodness I have a more reliable mom,” Steve continued. “See, all I had to do was give my mom both your names, and she did the rest. She isn’t here a lot, but she would kill for me. This time, though, she has the Shadow group searching every dark corner of the country for you. So, here are the keys to the old station wagon that they left for you in the driveway and you're to leave Hawkins and never come back. If after some time you seem to keep your word, I will have my mom and her group call off the search. Good luck out there, Doctor Owens.”

Steve watched as Owens grabbed the keys and headed outside. Following Owens to the door, he watched as Owens found the station wagon, got into the driver's seat, and sped off toward the town exit.

Flipping off after the disappearing car, Steve took out his phone and typed a message out to Robin. “Lots to tell you, Rob. Will be busy the rest of the weekend but on Monday for sure. Take care.”

“You better spill it all then on Monday Steve,” Robin wrote back.

“I thought we got to entertain him until tomorrow,” Billy commented as he entered the living room, sadly with his shirt on this time.

“Well, the Shadow group is probably waiting for him outside of town. Sometimes it’s nice having parents with contacts. My mom works within the group, so she was able to make Brenner and now probably Owens, too, disappear - quickly. Now you can focus on important things, like how you're going to help me after school on Monday. The kids are going to be wondering where Max is and I think you should be the one to explain,” Steve said with a grin, putting his phone away.

“Now, I’m going to go make us something to eat since the girls have had theirs,” Steve said and left the room, heading into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Billy didn’t know how to react to that, so he just followed Steve into the kitchen. He would have to explain to the daycare why he now had two six-month-olds instead of just one. And he also would have to call Joyce and let her know what was going on. But that could wait.

Taking the eggs Steve handed him and as soon as the pan was at the right temperature cracked them open perfectly for a sunny side up. “Life should be more interesting now, huh?”

Steve laughed and looked over at Billy. “I can't imagine it won't.” Inside, though, he wondered what secrets Billy might withhold and if maybe they could be more than friends.

Unbeknownst to Steve, Billy was wondering the same thing.

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