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Pour some sugar on me- Eddie Munson x fem reader x fem OC feat. Steve Harrington

Featuring Steve Harrington

summary- You and your friend Luna are back from vacation in Florida and going back to your now home upstate until your car breaks down in Hawkins Indiana. Thankfully mechanic Eddie is there to save the day. When you can't afford to pay him you can return the favor in other ways. (Reader knew Eddie in high school. Reader, friend, and Eddie are all in their 30s.) There is an appearance from Steve near the end and a sexy time with him.

warnings: NSFW lesbian sex, eating pussy, car sex, p in v vaginal sex, protected sex, threesome (all with Eddie). Double blowjob (with Steve).

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The trip to Florida was amazing- the beach every day, sun tanning, nightclubs, drinking, getting high, and lots of time at the private pools. When you get to the Indiana state border, your car breaks down. Your good friend Luna, being there at least, made it so that you wouldn't have to deal with this alone. You had to stop by a mechanic shop and soon.

You never thought you would be back in Hawkins, Indiana, once again the town you hated. You were the popular girl at Hawkins High School, yet you hated it. Your best friend was also popular, but the first chance you had to go away to college in Chicago, you left and never looked back. The only thing you missed was Eddie.

Eddie was in town hopefully because you wanted to see him at least. In high school, you bought the best weed ever from him. Corroded Coffin always put on the best shows at the Hideout and you were so happy to have him as a friend. Unfortunately, you lost touch but something told you as you drove through town and saw flyers of Corroded Coffin and a show they had upcoming soon; you were more than ready to see him again.

Pulling into a nearby mechanic station at Hawkins city limits, you were glad it was open. It was 5 in the afternoon, and even though it was summer; it was a Sunday, and the shop was thankfully, open. When you pulled your SUV up to the station, you noticed Eddie instantly. He was wearing his denim Dio vest, ripped black jeans, and curly long brown locks of hair along with tattoos you recognized- it was Eddie Munson.

As soon as he pulled his head from the hood, you knew it was him. Eddie waved to you as you parked with a big smile on his face. Getting out of the Corvette, you walked up near the vehicle he was working on with your friend following you close behind. Seeing Eddie again after all these years, you felt like it was an act of fate.

Holding his fingers up to signal to wait a minute, he looked under the hood. The vacation you just had was a lot of fun. Now you were close to being back home and having Eddie here with you, and it was a great way to end a good vacation. Whispering to your friend, you said into her ear.

"I think he got even hotter than he was in high school."

To this, she responded by giggling. Eddie glowed up.

"I agree. He's very hot," she whispered back.

Eddie cleared his throat as he wiped his hand on a black skull bandanna.

"Well, you need a tune-up or something more serious? And I recognize you."

"It's y/n from Hawkins High and this is my friend from Hawkins Luna. We have engine troubles. Just got back from a girl's trip in Florida."

Eddie was checking you out but trying not to make it so obvious. All you had on, after all, was a bikini and short shorts. Luna did as well. It was a beach trip, after all.

"I'll do my best. Well, then I can begin working on it. After all, it's Sunday, and not much else to do around here. Only open mechanic in town on a Sunday."

His curly brown locks were exactly as you remembered them. He looked so sexy. Back in high school, you were casual friends with Eddie, and attended some of the same parties together where he sold weed, other drugs, and drug paraphernalia.

Even with his hair disheveled, calloused hands, and some sweat, he was looking good. You kind of wondered to yourself why you never hung out with him more back in the day. Now you had another chance and you wouldn't let it pass you by. Eddie was so special to you.

"Thank you. What a lifesaver you are. It's great we crossed paths again," you told him, sounding excited. This made Eddie smile and blush.

"Yeah, you helped us out already by just being open," Luna added with her hands on her hips.

"I'll get right on checking it. There's a mini fridge inside the station. Grab yourselves something cold to drink."

"Thanks. It will be great to get a drink after that long ride. We had a beach vacation," Luna remarked.

"Let's catch up soon then," he mentioned with a slight shrug, as he went to look inside the engine and opened your hood.

There was a little problem. You didn't have money to pay him and you had maxed out your credit cards. Hopefully, he would let you have an IOU or take some other form of payment. As you drank your sodas, you got an iced tea out to bring to Eddie.

"We don't have the money for this, but we also weren't anticipating the car breaking down," you admitted with dismay.

"Well, we can do other things like wash some cars and his motorcycle. Maybe put on a strip show," she teased.

"Luna, are you serious? I guess we could. Nothing like two hot girls in bathing suits washing vehicles, as Eddie gets the best view in town."

"Exactly, except we are hot girls."

You shook on it, deciding you'd do whatever it takes to get your car fixed and leave Eddie happy with some form of payment. Even though it had been a while since you last saw him, you knew this would all work out. It just had to. If it didn't, you might even resort to more drastic measures.

"Okay, Eddie, we have tea for you," you told him as you presented him with the can and made your way over to him again.

He was working up a sweat as he was looking under the hood. He had a lot of stamina and a hard work ethic. If only you could convince him to let you get your vehicle back with a different form of payment. Something told you this would be a tempting offer for him.

"Thanks. I'll drink some in a minute. Just put it down on the ground."

"Eddie, we have a problem. My credit card got maxed out, but the end of the month is coming soon and I'll get paid again. There's not a chance I could pay you back later?" You suggested hopefully.

"Well, how about we call this a favor between old friends? It's on the house. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. We could pay you back in the meantime. Wash a few cars maybe."

"Got yourself a deal, princess."

Soon you were washing cars, getting them all foamy and soaped up as Eddie finished the engine. He went to wash his hands, getting the dirt and grime from them before going back outside to drink his tea. It was still pretty hot out and he felt slightly refreshed after cleaning up and drinking the cold beverage. You gave him a good view of your ass and chest as you washed, getting on the hood and scrubbing it clean.

Luna was also washing the vehicle but the back of it and giving Eddie a good view of her body. Soon you were done, and you washed another vehicle. You sprayed each other with the hose, giggling and all smiles. Your shirt and shorts were long gone and now discarded. Nothing but your very skimpy bikini tops and thong bottoms were now on display.

Eddie was nearby, catching occasional glances as he at least pretended to be doing some paperwork to keep himself busy near the entrance to the main office. He was only human, after all, and a man, so he couldn't quite help himself from looking at your public display. Truthfully, he was so glad he was the only person to see it. The best part for Eddie was seeing you bending down and washing his motorcycle.

When you finished washing cars, you dried off and changed into a dress. Washing the vehicles was fun and you would be lying if you said it wasn't sexy seeing Eddie checking it all out. He was in his office working on some paperwork when you finished changing and went to look for him. Luna got another drink and went outside for a smoke. Knocking softly on the office door, he looked up at you and smiled.

"What did you think of the show? I saw you looking Eddie," you admitted as you walked closer to him. He got up from his chair going up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Guess I wasn't good at hiding it. I think you knew what you were doing."

You boldly made your next move, getting up on your tiptoes and kissing him. Kissing you back, he pulled you in close to him. He put his hands around your waist now as you put your hands around his shoulders.

"What about your friend?" He loudly whispered in between kisses.

"She will be okay with it. She's out smoking."

He growled and pushed you down onto his chair, quickly removing his shirt. Pulling down your dress, he realized you weren't wearing a bra.

"Is this ok?"

Once you nodded your approval, he began sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, then the other. Moments later Luna showed up, hiding outside the door, watching what was going on and touching herself. Her soft moans caused Eddie to look back at her.

"Well, well, well, looks like the party got started without me," she chided half-jokingly as she walked into the office further.

"I guess so. Who said you couldn't join us, though?" Eddie asked curiously with a wicked grin.

"I know exactly what she likes. Let me show you."

Eddie moved aside, still on his knees, and Luna got down on her knees next to him. Her tongue contacted your breast, sucking on your nipple with a bit of force and enough to make a wet sucking sound and pop before she moved to your other breast, doing the same. As this was happening, Eddie watched with wide eyes, looking pleased with the sight he was seeing. Truthfully, he had never seen something like this before in real life.

His cock ached painfully, wanting some release. She met your lips in a tongue-tangling kiss, making Eddie's cock even harder.

"You okay, Eddie?" You asked with concern as his eyes met yours and you got up, taking Luna's hand in yours.

"Fine. I, um, would you ladies like to see my van?"

"Later. For now, we would like to see one of your nicer cars. Would love to fuck in one. Wouldn't you guys?" Luna asked, wanting to do something fun and different for once.

Eddie just nodded his approval, speechless at this point. Luna kissed Eddie wantonly, full of passion, and with the promise of even better things to come.

He took a key off the keychain in his office and led you both to a nice Corvette.

"Remember Jason Carver? This is his Corvette. Needed a tune-up. He was such a bastard," Eddie scoffed as he crossed his hands across his chest.

"Yeah, hated that guy. Chrissy Cunningham's boyfriend. Fucking prick!" You replied with clear distaste in your tone.

"Let's fuck on and in it. I'm game," Luna spoke with a shrug.

You took the keys from Eddie and turned off the alarm, then unlocked the back door, opening it. The interior was nice and smelled good. Making a mess of this douche bags vette would be a lot of fun. Eddie pulled a few condoms from his back pocket, knowing he would probably need them soon.

"Then let's have some fun," you suggested as you removed your bikini top and shorts. You weren't wearing anything underneath and neither was Luna under her dress. She followed suit, removing hers as Eddie removed his clothes and got down to just his boxers.

"How do you want us, Eddie?" You asked with eagerness before kissing him.

"I'd love to fuck both of you. One against the hood and the other on the leather seats."

"That can be arranged. How about you fuck me on the hood though, Eddie?" You offered already, knowing you were going to get what you wanted.

He thought to himself for a little before nodding in agreement. Luna kissed Eddie before kissing you again as Eddie got a great look at both of your naked figures. He was so hard already, achingly so, and you were more than ready to let him fuck you. He fished a condom from his pants pocket and opened it before he put it on, feeling so excited about what was about to happen.

Luna came over to you and whispered in your ear, "Eat me out as he fucks you." You kissed her back in response.

Moving over to the hood, she crawled on top of it and got onto her back, splaying herself out for you to devour. You got closer and helped her steady herself on the hood as Eddie came from behind you and lined up at your entrance with his cock.

You were so tight and Eddie pushed into you slowly as you held onto Luna's legs, which were now spread apart. Her pussy was on full display just waiting for you to lick it.

"You are so fuckin' tight I love it," Eddie praised you as he kissed your shoulder.

His dark brown curls hung in his face, so he pushed them to the side and put his hair into a ponytail with the hair band he had on his wrist. Sweat already beaded his brow. It was hot out, but you were so into each other and this moment felt right. None of you would let this opportunity pass you by, and you were all so horny.

Once Eddie bottomed out inside of you and you got used to his size, he pulled your hair back for you with a firm grip. He began pumping into you as you were now teasing Luna by kissing her inner thighs and licking them. You moved up to her pussy, spreading her folds and licking her outer entrance first. She threw her hair back and moaned for you as you were already groaning loudly for Eddie, who was now grunting himself as he held onto your hip and pulled your hair.

"Tell me how she tastes," Eddie curiously asked as he thrust his hips and pumped his cock into you.

As you licked her clit and moaned happily into her pussy, you left crescent-shaped marks with your fingernails on her inner thighs.

"So fucking good. She tastes like heaven."

Luna moaned and closed her eyes as she clutched onto the hood of Jason's car. Eddie's mouth contacted your neck sucking on it and you could feel his stubble. He smelled so good too and had on a nice cologne. It was breathtaking. Being able to eat out with your friend as Eddie fucked your tight pussy was like a dream come true.

Luna's groans as well as yours grew louder than Eddie's balls slapped against your ass and you devoured her pretty cunt. Her legs wrapped tightly around you as you held down her thighs and got a good grip on them to steady her on the hood of the Corvette.

"Oh fuck! You have the best and tightest pussy. Holy shit!" Eddie cried out as he moved quickly inside of you, your pussy gripping his cock tightly.

"She looks so hot eating my pussy, doesn't she, Eddie?" Luna asked him with seduction in her tone of voice.

Eddie could feel his cock twitch at Luna's remark and pistoned his hips even faster, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Yes, so sexy I love seeing it," Eddie groaned.

He licked his fingers and then finger fucked you, rubbing fast and harsh circles on your clit. As Luna splayed out on the hood of the car, Eddie fucked into you so deep and hard, causing you to moan around her clit, gripping her hips tighter now. As you pleased her pussy, she rubbed her clit.

"Fuck, that's so hot watching your pussy clench my cock so tightly as you eat out your friend. I think I died and went to heaven," he boasted between grunts, sweat beading on his brow.

"Love her mouth, Eddie! Make her cum!" Luna commanded as she lifted her hips riding your face.

"Yes, Eddie, make me cum," you squealed with delight as he hit that special spongy spot of your pussy.

Eddie was perfect at fucking you and making you scream his name. The way he fucked you was incredible and some of the best sex of your life. He fucked you deep and hard, his guitar pick necklace hitting his chest with every thrust inside. His hands left crescent-shaped marks on your hips as he got you even closer to your release. The rings he wore were cold on your skin, but you still felt euphoric on the edge of riding out your high. Luna's cries were even louder now as you fucked her pussy with your mouth, hitting her most sensitive spots with your tongue earning loud cries from her.

"Eddie, I'm going to cum!" You cried out as he felt close to his release his cock twitching inside of you.

"That's right, baby cum for me," Eddie urged you.

Rubbing harsh circles on your clit, he begged to see you cum for him. And you did just that moment later, cumming for him as he was about to cum.

"Where do you want it?" He asked breathlessly.

"Inside me, fill me up, please!" You begged as Luna rode your face faster, riding out her high.

"Fuck ya taste my cum Y/N!" she cried out.

She got off your face and kissed you as Eddie removed the condom and spilled inside of you, filling you up to the hilt with his cum pulling out and gasping.

"So you wanna make our girl here cum again, maybe Eddie?" Luna asked him.

"Fuck yeah! Are you down for that, sweetheart? Want us to take turns eating that pretty pussy?" He asked with raised brows.

"Of course, eat this pussy."

"Let's move this to the back of the car lay down for us, beautiful," Eddie urged as he picked you up with ease and carried you to the backseat, opening up the back door of the convertible.

You got down on your hands and knees on the leather interior seats as Eddie leaned down and ate you out, tasting his cum and fingering you with expert precision with two fingers. As a guitarist, he had the best and most skillful fingers. Luna watched and groaned as she touched herself and Eddie ate you out with reckless abandon, slapping your ass for good measure. As you caressed your breasts, Eddie ate you out from behind, making you moan and cry out for him as Luna kissed you from the other side of the car.

"Yeah, that's right, kiss. So fucking hot," Eddie urged as he licked your glistening wet cunt, spitting on your clit and rubbing it.

"Need to taste her, Eddie. Let me have a turn," she urged.

Eddie was hard again and obliged, letting Luna take his place in the backseat and she began to taste you.

"Want me to fuck you too?" He asked curiously, earning a nod of approval from Luna.

"Yeah fuck me."

Waving her ass in the air, Eddie put on another condom and positioned himself at her entrance, and entered her, filling her up inch by delicious inch. He had one foot on the leather interior of the backseat as he stood on his other leg.

"So good love having you eat this pussy Luna!" You whined as you let her have her way with you and finger you.

Eddie's cock pounded relentlessly into her with so much passion as he moaned. Luna fingered you and licked your ass, earning loud gasps from you.

"Cum for me," she coaxed you as she added another finger, hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck so close!" You moaned.

Eddie was so close to cumming too, and he couldn't wait to cum wherever Luna wanted him to. It was shaping up to be the best day of his life on the job. All 3 of your moans echoed off the walls of the mechanic shop. You were caught up in the moment as she ate you out and your eyes locked with Eddie's feeling like you would cum any moment.

"Tell me how her pussy tastes and how much you are enjoying it, Luna," Eddie growled ferally as he pulled her hair getting a good tug on it.

"So fuckin' good, Eddie. I'm having the best time she has such a pretty pussy. Fuck!" She boasted as she added another finger and sucked your clit flicking it with her tongue and moaning against your folds as Eddie spanked her ass.

The moment was so euphoric as Luna ate you out, Eddie gasping and groaning at the sight of it all. He was so pent up and close to his release as he fucked her faster wanting to come undone at the same time. He was such a pleaser and wanted to make sure you and Luna came only almost as much as he wanted to cum. Watching you getting eaten out as he fucked your friend just about drove him over the edge again.

"Eddie I'm cumming! Fuck!" Luna cried out as her walls clenched tightly around his cock.

Eddie pulled out of her and stroked his cock throwing aside the condom and cumming all over his ass. Right after seeing that you came and Luna kissed you letting you taste yourself. Eddie grabbed a nearby clean towel and wiped Luna clean. You and Luna insisted on licking his cock clean sharing his cum and then swallowing it all.

"Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Fuck that was the best threesome of my life!" Eddie enthused before pulling Luna in for a kiss and tangling his tongue with yours.

"Yeah it was great we should exchange numbers and do it again sometime," you suggested.

"Of course fuck that would be so hot but next time at my place," Eddie suggested as he got dressed again.

"Oh, we will be wanting your cock again. You are the best mechanic, right Y/N?" Luna asked with a devilish grin.

"We will for sure," you told them with the biggest smirk.

Soon you were all dressed again and sharing a joint. It was the best afternoon the 3 of you had in a long time and you all promised to do it again sometime soon.

Eddie had some of your car to finish for you and he would finish the next afternoon. He dropped you and Luna off at your parent's place. The next day, you woke up late and Eddie told you Steve would pick you up. You hadn't seen him in years, but it would be great to catch up with him again.

After you ate breakfast, Steve arrived. He was also a mechanic now, like Eddie, and they worked side by side. You got into his red Volvo with Luna and put on your seatbelts.

"So your car is just about done. Eddie had some emergency, but it's not too serious with Uncle Wayne. Don't worry, though, your car is in good hands and I'll be finishing it for you," Steve informed you and Luna.

"Thank you, Steve. I'm glad you could help. We are broke. My parents gave me a little of the costs, but we paid Eddie off yesterday," you told him with a smirk.

"Yeah, Steve, you are a true lifesaver," Luna earnestly told him.

"I'm sure there's other ways you girls could pay me. Just let me take you out on a date," he half-joked, with a sly smile.

He began the drive back to the Hawkins mechanic's job in silence for most of the drive.

"So, what have you girls been up to? It's been a while since I've seen either of you in Hawkins."

"We are roommates in another state but just had spring break vacation in Florida," Luna informed him.

You were wearing a black dress, and Luna was wearing a red skirt and a matching red blouse. Steve couldn't help but stare at you both in the rearview mirror.

"Great sounds fun. So just a visit to your old home to see your family and such? Sounds nice."

The rest of the drive was mainly in silence. It was ever so occasionally that Steve would catch glances in the rearview mirror, but tried to be nonchalant. He would either be looking up your dress or Luna's skirt. You didn't mind it though, and neither did she.

When your eyes met his, you both smiled, and he just blushed slightly before looking away. Soon you arrived back at Hawkins's local mechanic shop. Getting out of the car, you and Luna walked to the car lot your memories of the day before with Eddie soon coming back to you.

Leaning in close to Luna, you whispered,

"Hey, what do you think we try to seduce Steve?"

Steve was already back in the mechanic's shop and couldn't hear, but you were so in the mood to tease him.

"Sure, why not? Let's just watch him finish up our car first, then discuss payment," she added loud-whispering back.

Walking into the car shop, you and Luna got close to your car as Steve was doing some work under the hood. Now noticing your presence, he smiled.

"It's almost done. If you don't have all the money, we can do an IOU or a check or something," he added.

Thankfully, Steve was the only other living soul in sight. Good, you thought this time with him needed to be alone and, hopefully, soon, intimate as well.

"Oh, I'm sure we can arrange something," Luna boldly declared as she touched his shoulder.

Steve was wearing a black tank top and black jeans with a leather-red belt and looked good enough to eat.

"Yeah, we can work something out," you added as you placed your hand against his lower back.

Steve was blushing again, which made you giggle softly to yourself.

"We never told you how we paid Eddie back yesterday," Luna confessed as she squeezed his shoulder.

Steve was busying himself under the hood doing some tinkering with the wires.

"Well, you could tell me I'm all yours. Just about done anyway."

"You are so fast. How could we ever repay you?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"No worries, and it's fine."

"If you must know, we paid Eddie back with a threesome. He just worked so hard for us yesterday and last minute too," you added as you leaned forward, letting him get a good view of your cleavage.

Steve gulped and smiled shyly.

"That's something else, isn't it? Well, I don't expect that."

You grabbed Steve's belt, running your fingers over the smooth leather. Luna touched Steve's protruding bulge in his pants.

"I'm not done here yet though," Steve added as he went back to fixing the car's engine.

"How about a small favor, then?" Luna questioned as she grabbed one of Steve's hands and put it on her breasts.

"How about a double blowjob? You can finish for us after we rock your world," you offered sincerely.

Already you were feeling wet and something told you Luna probably was too.

"Yes, please."

"Good, because we both have fantasized about sucking the King of Hawkins' cock before. Is it as big as the ladies say?" Luna asked curiously as she undid his belt.

Steve stood up, letting her do what she wanted before you pushed him down into a chair with wheels. You pulled down Steves's pants and Luna freed his cock from its inner boxer confines as you both licked your lips ravenously. You were cock-hungry for his well-hung dick and practically salivated at the sight of it. To say that he was well-endowed was an understatement.

His cock was thick, veiny, at least a good 8 inches. You stroked his shaft as Luna cradled his balls, earning deep grunts from Steve as you and Luna maintained eye contact with him.

"Oh, fuck, feels nice already. Such dirty girls. Perfect payment plan, I'd say," Steve grunted before licking his lips.

"Such a pretty cock, King," you praised him before licking his shaft from tip to base.

Luna licked the other side of his shaft, and your tongues met. Steve watched with pure lust in his eyes.

"Bet you never had two girls please your cock together, huh?" You asked with a cocky smile before going right back to licking him with Luna, your tongues meeting occasionally.

Steve felt like he had just died and gone to heaven.

"No never. Just one woman at a time," he hissed as you took him into your mouth, sucking him deeper and deeper.

Luna sucked on one of his balls as you both kept constant eye contact with Steve. This was truly the time of his life having two beautiful women suck him off as he got a good view of your cleavage and hers. Steve pulled your hair back as you sucked him off, almost completely gagging and spitting on his cock as Luna maneuvered herself so that she was sucking his other ball into her mouth. As you sucked and drooled all over his big cock, he bucked his hips, grunting and pulling on your loose ponytail.

"That's right, suck his cock good. Deep throat him," Luna encouraged you as she cupped your breasts and looked up at Steve.

"Good girl, so close to deep-throating this cock," Steve praised as he threw his head back and bit his lips.

As you deep-throated him, you let him use and enjoy your wet and warm mouth to his liking. His thrusts became faster, and you felt yourself grow wet, making a mess of your panties as you sucked him off like a pro. Popping off his cock, Luna eagerly kissed you to taste how he tasted.

"Good job. That was so sexy to watch. Now it's my turn."

You kissed her again as Steve watched his cock twitching, loving the sight of two girls kissing in front of him on their knees, no less.

"So good for me. I love this. The kissing, the stimulation, the sucking. Fuck!" Steve boasted, secretly wishing he had received a double blowjob sooner.

Not only could you deep-throat him, but you were good at keeping your teeth back. It was the way Steve loved it and preferred it.

"When we are done with you, we want you to cum in our mouths," Luna requested before kissing you again.

"As long as you share and kiss," he demanded.

You both nodded right before Luna removed her top and sucked him. Steve loved the sight of her boobs. You pulled your dress down and undid your bra's front clasp, letting him get a good view.

"Mmm, come here and let me play with them," he ordered as he made a come here motion with his finger.

Standing up, you wrapped your arms around Steve's shoulders, your breasts face level as Luna sucked him deep, making him groan loudly.

"Love your boobs, Y/N," he boasted as he teased your nipples, tweaking them and rubbing them, caressing and squeezing.

Luna replaced her mouth with her breasts, wrapping them around his cock and tit-fucking him, earning a low hiss from Steve as he sucked your nipple, causing you to groan in delight and tug his beautiful locks of brown hair.

"Like this Stevie?" She asked him before licking the tip and moving her breasts up and down on his shaft.

"Fuck yes. Hey, princess, why don't you get down there and join her?" Steve suggested.

You kissed Steve in response before getting down on your knees again, cradling his balls.

"Mm, so big Steve, you like my breasts?" Luna asked as she moved her breasts faster and licked the tip of his cock head.

"Mmm yes, so much!"

Steve thrust his hips faster as she pleased him and you massaged his balls and sucked on one. Luna pulled you in for a kiss, letting you get a good taste of Steve's cock.

"Now it's your turn," she told you before letting you switch places with her.

You gladly swapped places and wrapped your breasts around his cock before moving up and down, looking up at him with a mischievous smirk in your eyes and licking and sucking the tip of his cock. Luna watched with wide eyes as she grabbed your ass and slapped it.

"Such a naughty girl, isn't she, Steve?"

"She sure is. So good at that with her mouth of hers. Fuck!" He gasped as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy.

Taking Steve deeper into your mouth, Luna held back your hair and helped you to move your head up and down on his cock.

"That's right, deep throat, my cock, baby!" Steve urged as he bucked his hips erratically.

Luna stood up to kiss Steve before getting down on her knees and licking Steve's balls. Your lips met hers in yet another kiss as you stroked his cock and massaged the pearly tip already leaking with pre-cum.

"So close!" He cried out as he felt his cock twitch in your hand.

The sight of you kissing Luna, you stroking his cock, and Luna squeezing his balls almost made him cum on the spot.

"Cum in our mouths Steve," you urged before going back to licking his shaft, your tongue tangling with Lunas every so often.

"Oh yes fuck!" He bellowed as Steve reached the precipice of his release.

You took turns sucking him off with Luna before he pulled away slightly and jerked himself off, cumming deep inside your mouth first, then Lunas.

"Now share!" He demanded.

You kissed Luna deeply with your tongue, putting on a show for Steve. You spit into her mouth and she spit right back into yours before you shared his cock again for the last time, licking him clean and swallowing. Luna and you opened up your mouths wide to show him all his cum was gone.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Steve proudly tells you and Luna.

"I guess our service is paid off now, huh?" Luna inquired as she looks up at him.

"I guess so, but you ladies can call me anytime."

"Great, I guess we will," you replied with a slight shrug.

Steve kissed you and Luna, happy to have shared such an intimate moment with you both.

You had Steve and Eddie right where you wanted them. Every time you found yourself back in Hawkins, you visited them both at the mechanic shop for some quality fun together and got that every time you went.

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harpy-lion · 4 months ago

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Some Skeleton Head-Cannons ✨

(I do not own any of the skeletons with the exception of Frostbite, Elk, Rottie, and Monarch who are from my AU Violentale that I recommend you check out!)

This is my first time doing this sort of thing 😅 I would love if anyone has questions about them all. For now I'm just gonna list a few facts for each.

Sans (Classic)

Age 132

Has a Masters in Astronomy, Engineering, and Physics

He isn't fond of Formal clothes but does enjoy wearing Ties and Bowties. 👔

Papyrus (Creampuff)

Age 127

Enthusiastic Car Salesmen 🚗

His closest housemate is Edge

Bluebell/Blue (Underswap Sans)

Age 133

Energetic Police Officer

Blue and Red occasionally go clubbing together

Stretch (Underswap Papyrus)

Age 127

In college earning a degree in Business despite Masters and PhD in Engineering and Physics.

He enjoys Chemistry much more and wants to make his own line of Vapes and Candies.

Red (Underfell Sans)

Age 131

Works as a mechanic, does all the maintenance and detailing on everyone's vehicles.

Secretly has a collection of beanie babies only his brother and Blue know.

Edge (Underfell Papyrus)

Age 125

Edge is also taking college classes in the Culinary arts but only Red knows.

He has two cats named Doomy and Tigger one is a Black cat and the other is an orange tabby both are kittens he found abandoned.

Cherry (Fellswap Sans)

Age 130

Created their own fashion line and runs a small store.

Has the worst temper in the house, he also has severe brother envy.

Mutt (Fellswap Papyrus)

Age 124

Works in a Pet Store near his brother's store, adores all animals.

Has the bad habit of letting his brother be abusive and stopping anyone from saying something. He genuinely feels he deserves it perhaps you can change that?

Black/Blackberry (Swapfell Sans)

Age 132

Much like Edge and Stretch, Black attends Ebott City University, he's currently working on a degree in forensics and wants to be a detective someday.

He constantly butts skulls with Blue and Cherry, he claims that he is the best mix of both of them the truth is he is jealous of their confidence.

Cash (Swapfell Papyrus)

Age 126

Actually works with Creampuff at the dealership, don't deal with him trust me. He will smooth talk you into paying full price and more.

Handles most of the house's finances, but do not leave your money alone with him it will disappear.

(These guys won't appear till way later buuuuuttt-)

Frostbite (Violentale Sans)

Age 131

Makes homemade ice cream, slushes, and shaved ice.

He has Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) and DO. NOT. HUG. He will bite you. HARD!

Elk (Violentale Papyrus)

Age 124

Due to his size (9 ft tall) he has difficulty working but he does some work at home.

His work is maintaining a small garden, a cow named Milkshake, and a few hens.

If anyone would like to ask about any more head cannons or ask certain skeletons about themselves it's more than welcomed! I am working on chapter 2 of 'The Skeleton Shortcake' but here is chapter 1! Also I'll be posting chapters here as they come 😉

#undertale #undertale alternate universe #violentale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #fellswap #ao3 fanfic #skeleton headcannons #feel free to ask questions #rewrite #romance #thanks to battlemaiden for some awesome advice #be sure to check out her stories and tumbler page!#i also advice looking at the violentale page!

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ohhgingersnaps · 6 months ago

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Hrm...what's a fun and different ship to ask about lmfao...oh yes. What do you think about Wizard/Linus? Oh and also I actually saw Maru/Sam once and while that's kinda crack I also love it? What do you think? 😂

Oooh Wizard/Linus is ship I haven't considered before!! I could see it working— I could see this ship falling into Grumpy Old Man Divorcee/Free-Spirited Sunshine territory, which I do enjoy (albeit the Sunshine here is one who's a bit wary of other people, but I love a good slow burn).

Re: Maru/Sam, my feelings are !!!! YES. It's an OTP for me. Sam's very emotionally intelligent, upbeat, and a good listener, and he is endlessly supportive as a spouse. He's had to shoulder a lot of responsibility with Kent gone, and imo he's more mature than he seems (see: the cutscene with Vincent), but he has learned to chill. And Maru is passionate, intelligent, outgoing, and ambitious, but she also needs to undergo the process of differentiating herself from her dad that Sam kind of had to undergo when Kent left, and navigating that is a huge part of her in-game arc (or it was intended to be, even if it comes across as more Demetrius' arc than Maru's imo).

Sam's tendency to question societal expectations of productivity, and his ability to relax, will be good for Maru, actually! Let Maru question the expectations she (and Demetrius) puts on herself a little bit. Get that girl a man who challenges her to ask what she wants, instead of what she thinks she's "supposed" to do and be. ("Did you get everything done on [your research project] today? If you didn't I won't be mad!" <- a post-marriage quote from Sam that Maru would greatly benefit from hearing more)

Also, once he gets the job at the library/museum?? In my mind, he is burning custom-tailored playlists for her and sliding the CDs in alongside the books she puts on reserve. He is constantly asking for her opinions on his songs. They infodump at each other (him about music, her about her latest fun chemistry or mechanical engineering thing) (yes I am sprinkling in some autism/ADHD solidarity here). She is fixing his audio equipment with scraps she finds around the lab like MacGyver and he thinks it's the absolute coolest thing.

Also worth mentioning: Sam isn't set on a traditional career. If Maru's pursuing a full-time STEM career (as she wants and deserves to!), this is actually a benefit, logistically speaking. From personal experience, a STEM career requires constant relocating from college age through your late twenties (undergrad -> PhD -> postdoc), which makes romantic relationships during that stage of life notoriously difficult— not to mention the "two-body problem" dilemma she'll face if she ends up wanting to go into academia. A STEM career is a lot easier to navigate if your partner is open to rearranging their own career to move with you.

Side note: Demetrius would not approve of Sam, at least at first. He's near and dear to my heart, but he tends to have Ideas About How Things Should Go, and I don't think it's easy for him to let go of the idea that his little girl deserves someone who has the same type of talents and intelligence and can "provide for her" in the traditional sense, despite Maru a) being happy and fulfilled because of Sam's differences, b) recognizing that Sam's talents and ambitions, while less traditional and financially stable, are incredibly valuable, and c) being fully capable of being the main breadwinner. There's a whole character arc of "Demetrius learns to let Maru be a grown woman who makes her own decisions, even if he doesn't understand them, and Maru learns to be cool with her dad not approving of her choices" that's begging to be written, here.

Also, secondary to the rest of it, but I can't get over the idea of Sam going through Maru's two-heart event. Demetrius tries to give Sam a shovel talk and our favorite golden retriever boy immediately goes "haha oh yeah Maru's the BEST isn't she? :D" and spends the next ten minutes rambling about what Cool Fun Science Girl Vibes she has. This is fully off-script from the scenarios Demetrius prepped in his head, and he has no idea how to respond.

Thank you for asking!! I apologize that this turned into such an essay, I'm just really invested in them haha :)

#ask game #long post

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 6 months ago

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for the e1 supers au: 7, 14, 23, 24 ?

7-- Imagine your fic/AU is becoming a movie. Share some casting ideas, or ideas on how you would translate the story to the big screen.

is this when i tell you i don't know anything about any celebrities. as for translating it to the screen... hm that's so hard. i feel like it would work best as an animated film, but if it WAS live action every single power set would have to be practical effects. the dragon would be a huge animatronic. it'd be beautiful.

14-- What's the most vivid image you associate with your fic/AU?

big fan of the dragon fight personally. i just really love the image of this monstrous woman who is so far divorced from being a person anymore and the rest of the cast swarming around her, half of them trying to save her from herself and the other half trying to save everyone else from her. especially love the way she dies being pix fully life draining her and his subsequent freak out.

23-- Give us one weird fact about your fic/AU.

ok the cod/salmon war is really funny to me in this au. basically the wither rose alliance and the cod alliance don't like each other very much in costume, but fwhip, sausage, and jimmy also interact pretty frequently at work (fwhip+sausage are camp counselors and jimmy is a life guard at the pool the camp takes the kids to) and are in the middle of a massive prank war because they can never be normal about each other.

so fwhip and sausage break into jimmy's locker one day to steal... something, they're not quite sure, as apart of this war, and they find the codfather head in his bag. they decide to steal it because they don't think it's real at first, and he's just a huge codfather fanboy, but then the codfather starts showing up to fights in a different mask and being visibly weird and they overhear lizzie (who also works at the community pool) teasing him about his secret superhero boyfriend (who he does not have, she is being lied to) and then fwhip and sausage have an ongoing bet about whether jimmy IS the codfather or whether the codfather is the aforementioned boyfriend.

24-- What's a random piece of information about your fic/AU you want to share?

this is making me realize i never really elaborated on the story of this au on here, whoops. uh, let's share character bios, why not? under the cut for the sake of your dash

Fwhip: He/him, 20, vigilante name The Mechanist. He has no powers, but made himself some mechanical wings and a whole lot of explosives to supplement. Pretty new on the scene to hero work. Works as a camp counselor and is an engineering student at the local college when not hero-ing.

Gem: She/her, 20, vigilante name The Sorceress. Her powers basically involve manifesting physical light that she can use to either hit people or as a shield, as well as a set of wings Fwhip made her after one too many falls. One of the better established heroes, having been doing it for about 5 years on and off after she developed her powers when she was 14. English+History double major at the local college and librarian in her not-hero time.

Sausage: He/him, 22, vigilante name Warlock, also his villain name when he goes bad. After he goes good again, he changes his name to Sceptre. Also pretty new on the scene. No powers at first, starts by using mechanical wings that Fwhip made him and a staff that imitates Gem's offensive powers, basically acting like a laser gun. When he starts working under+getting experimented on by Exor, he gets super strength and the ability to manifest and control the corruption tentacles. Once he's no longer being experimented on, he looses the tentacles but keeps the super strength, though he tries not to use it. Works at the same camp as Fwhip during the summer, still not clue what he does in the off season.

Pearl: She/her, 21, vigilante name Valkyrie. Her powers are super strength and near impenetrable skin. Also just a well trained fighter. Solidly in the middle of the WRA in terms of how long she's been doing hero work, but she's the most infamous after Gem. Does some sort of city beautification work as her day job.

Lizzie: She/her, 23, hero name The Ocean Queen. A shapeshifter who can shift into her Ocean Queen form from actual Empires SMP. Meaning 10 feet tall, big tail, sharp teeth and nails, can breathe underwater, and such. She doesn't have to shift into all parts of the Ocean Queen form at once, but tends to only use the gills on their own. Lizzie's been in the hero game for about 5 years as well. Lizzie is a swim instructor at the local pool and is engaged to Joel.

Jimmy: They/he, 20, hero name The Codfather. Powers are super strength and the ability to breathe underwater (it's genetic). Jimmy tends to utilize their strength to protect people rather than fight, unlike Pearl and Sausage. The Codfather Head is apart of their costume, but it's also a magical artifact of some kind that they use as a focus for their strength powers. While he is still quite strong without the Head, it's not quite super strength. Newer to the hero game than Lizzie, but you wouldn't know it from his skill. Works as a life guard and receptionist in their day job.

Joel: He/him, 22, hero name Militia. His powers allow him to make and command hivemind clones of himself. They aren't super strong individually, but they work together well and will die for Joel. Honestly not sure how long he's been doing hero work. Either owns or is a very important employee of an art studio/sculpture place, I haven't entirely decided his role in it.

Pix: He/it, 26, hero name The Phantom. His powers are run of the mill life drain, siphoning other people's strength to make himself stronger (the only person it's ever killed with these powers are The Dragon, but he's gotten close). It's on the nose, but it works at a graveyard as it's day job. Oldest of the cast and the person who's been doing hero work the longest (after Scott and Xornoth).

Katherine: She/her, 20, hero name Empress. "Hero" is a strong word for Katherine; she does pretty strictly hero work until Shrub shows up where she starts leaning a lot more towards vigilante/anti-hero. She's a healer, as well as the ability to grow and command vines, though she needs some amount of dirt to actually use that power. Katherine's been doing hero work in some respect for most of her life, though she's only gotten into the field as anything other than a medic in the last 2 or so years. She's a barista at the Sunflower Cafe (owned by two retired heroes and happens to service a lot of heroes and villains in their civies) as her day job, solely so she can sus out everyone's secret identities. No one knows that she knows, but she knows all their real names.

Shrub: She/he, 17, vigilante name The Wolf Spirit. His powers allow him to communicate with plants and animals. Despite living in a city, she does just have a pack of wolves she hangs out with. Don't worry about where they live when not with her. Very new to hero work, having only been a vigilante for less than a year after his entire life was uprooted and his parents murdered by Xornoth and he had to go on the run. Her day job is at a local animal shelter, as well as attempting to be an investigative journalist at the local paper (despite his references, they are reasonably worried about hiring a very angry 17 year old).

Joey: He/him, 19, vigilante name Alexandros, unsure what his villain name is though. Joey's powers are basically manipulation of fire, earth, water, and air (he's the Avatar). When he's getting experimented on by Exor he also gets the corruption tentacles. He only developed his powers relatively recently, so he's also pretty new to the game. His day job is photography at the local paper, and he is Shrub's aforementioned reference.

Scott: He/they, 21, hero name Fractal. If you couldn't have guessed, he has ice powers. He's had powers since he was a toddler, and his been working as a government sponsored (and government made) hero since he was like, 12. They're also a student at the local college, and I don't remember WHY I said they were a poli sci major and a theater minor but I stick by that. Also a barista as their day job, but at a chain coffee shop. He still goes to the Sunflower Cafe for his actual coffee though, cause Katherine's the only one he trusts to make it.

Xornoth: They/he/it, 21, villain name The Demon. Xornoth can manifest and control the corruption tentacles, as well as make their opponents hallucinate. It usually sticks to just messing with it's opponents vision, but it's not above making them hallucinate their allies in trouble, and he's particularly mean to Shrub since he knows her entire life story basically. Xornoth does not have a day job for the majority of this AU because they've been living as a very sad science experiment for their entire life and, unlike Scott, the slightly happier lab experiment, they aren't allowed to go out into the real world.

#space rambles #i like this au. muchly.

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aigoos · 1 year ago

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Date Me | Oneshot Fluffy College AU Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3,700~

Summary: Anakin was determined to get his professor to date him by putting "Me" in the date line of his exams.

This plot bunny idea was all due to Magnusbae's post about a college AU Obikin that would not leave me alone. Many thanks to Ineffableobikin for betaing and making it a lot better! This is the first fanfic I have written since 2015. I hope you will enjoy it!

*****

Why the kriff do I need to take history if I am a mechanical engineering major?

This was the thought going through Anakin's head as he sat in the back of the lecture hall, a bored and disgruntled expression gracing his handsome face. He glanced over at Padme next to him. Normally she'd sit in the front, but she was sitting in the back with him out of loyalty. She was poised and ready with her opened laptop and notebook with her favourite pen. Her posture was straight and perfect; Anakin was the opposite, as he slouched in his seat, with the laptop on the desk still closed. His notebook was at least opened, and he'd dug out one of those cheap pens that barely write.

"The least you could do is smile, Ani. Your expression could scare off a ghost at this point."

"Come on, Padme, you know I don't care for history!"

"And literature, and biology, and--"

"Hush," Anakin said, finally grinning. "I proudly admit that I don't care for subjects outside my major."

Padme giggled. "Yes, we all know you'd rather fiddle around with droids and other machines, but at least Professor Kenobi is excellent from what I hear. One of the best here at Coruscant University."

"Hmm. You say that about every professor, though. And may I just say that Professor Mace Windu from the last term was not excellent."

"Well, if you hadn't been tardy all the time--"

"Not my fault his class was at ass o'clock!"

"But you also did argue with him in our discussions. Rather aggressively," Padme continued, rolling her eyes in fondness. "I know he encouraged participation and healthy debates, but you didn't have to antagonise him about everything."

Anakin scowled. Before he could respond, the door near the front opened and in walked Professor Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Anakin's breath immediately hitched. He quickly sat up, and his mouth opened slightly as he took in their professor.

Kriffing hell. He's hot, he's hot, he's super hot!

Professor Kenobi was tall -- not as tall as him -- but tall enough. He wore a white button-up shirt under a soft-looking grey cardigan with a pair of chinos and loafers. His copper-coloured hair was styled with a side part, and his beard was neatly trimmed. Anakin would never consider such a boring style for himself, but on Professor Kenobi, it was absolutely perfect.

"Hey," Padme hissed softly and elbowed his side. "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies."

Anakin quickly closed his mouth, and he listened to his professor introduce himself. Later, had Padme asked, he would not have remembered a single thing that was said. What he did remember was that heavenly voice with the amazing Coruscanti accent. That voice soothed his soul, and all he could think was just how it would sound and feel if Professor Kenobi was whispering such pretty phrases right into his ear.

He watched Professor Kenobi's demeanour -- so posh but also warm and inviting. The way he patiently explained the topic and answered the students' questions warmed him. His intelligence shone through, and Anakin actually found himself wondering what would happen if he were to have a healthy debate with him. Would it be intellectually stimulating, or would it be a frustrating bantha poodoo of a yelling match like with that evil Windu? Anakin hoped for the first option. Professor Kenobi was already a million times better than Windu.

Anakin never believed in love at first sight -- but he believed in it now. He was stupidly smitten with his history professor.

*****

"Ani, you want my history class notes?"

Anakin nodded with a sheepish grin. "Please? I'll make it up to you, and I swear, I'll pay more attention in the next class."

"Did Skyguy fall asleep in class again?" Ashoka asked, reaching over to steal a roll off of Anakin's plate.

"Snips! Get your own food!"

Padme ignored their usual shenanigans and slowly ate her food before answering Ahsoka. "He's head over heels with our history professor."

Ahsoka's eyes went wide. "Huh -- Professor Kenobi?" Then she grinned slowly. "Well, he is quite easy on the eyes, if you like them more . . . distinguished?"

"Old, Ashoka. You can say it," Rex interjected.

"He's not that old!" Anakin said with a groan. "Maybe he's about ten years . . . older than us?"

"Old or not, Ani, just know that I will not be giving you my notes all the time. I'm not your secretary!" Padme handed over her notes, all colour-coded and organised.

"Yes, ma'am!" Anakin took the notes and vowed to ace the course so he could get Professor Kenobi's -- no, Obi-Wan's attention.

*****

Starting from the next class, Anakin chose to sit at the front. Not only did that please Padme, but it allowed him to be closer to Obi-Wan. He purposely chose the seat that was directly across from Obi-Wan's desk, and it allowed him to pretend they were sitting together like on a date. The closer proximity excited him, and he looked forward to every class just for that.

Several things about Obi-Wan caught his eyes, such as the way he would run his hand through his beard when in deep thought, the way his beautiful grey-blue eyes sparkled as he told the class about a topic he loved, the way he carried himself with confidence and ease that just oozed sexiness.

Every class, Anakin just fell more and more in love with him.

History, on the other hand, still bored the kark out of him. He adored listening to Obi-Wan's melodious voice, but all the facts, dates, and other tedious information went over his head. Still, he tried to pay attention, and he worked his arse off with their assignments.

History, though, was the least of his worries. Amongst his friends, they may jokingly call him The Hero With No Fear, but Anakin was scared and clueless on how to get Obi-Wan's attention and to start "wooing" him as Rex called it. Anakin had never dated anyone. He'd been happy enough with a romance-free lifestyle as he tinkered with his droids and focused on other geeky hobbies. Obviously, that was no longer the case, but he had no idea how to take the first step.

He asked Padme for advice, and she said, "Why don't you actually try to get into history and ask him some questions after class to start up a discussion?"

Anakin pulled a face. "I'm already struggling to retain just what he covers in class. I'm reaching my limits with this subject!"

"You could just ask him out to coffee?"

". . . That just sounds like it will come out of nowhere."

Padme sighed. "Well, you'll figure something out. You've got that mechanical mind. Use it to find a solution."

The ideas he got from Ahsoka and Rex were ones he'd only consider if Tatooine froze over and all the sand on that dust ball was turned into real diamonds. The less said about those suggestions, the better.

It was during their first history exam that Anakin had a moment of genius. He stared at the top where it said "Date:________". And instead of writing the actual date, he wrote "Me".

This is perfect! It's not over the top like some of those insane ideas Snips and Rex suggested, and this doesn't involve me having to think of history topics to engage him in a long discussion -- this will do!

With an excited grin, Anakin finished the exam and looked forward to their next class.

*****

During lunch with his friends, Padme brought up his happiness from earlier. "Was it my imagination, or were you actually grinning like a loon during our history exam?"

"Oh! Skyguy finally loves history and not just the professor?" Ahsoka exclaimed with a knowing grin. She elbowed Rex in his side and continued, "Think he's actually using our ideas on how to woo him?"

"Like hell, 'Soka!" Anakin managed to blush and look slightly squeamish. "I'd rather bathe in sand than consider some of those ideas."

"Were our ideas that bad?" Rex asked with a deadpan expression. "I thought our ideas would work. If anything, they'd certainly make a lasting impression."

"Nah, he's just a prude," Ahsoka stated firmly. "When it comes to dating and flirting and all those romantic things, he's more of an old man from ancient times, doing the whole courtship thing with flowers and candle-lit dinners."

Padme laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that, actually, but really, Ani, what did you do?"

Anakin glared at Ahsoka before answering, "I just put "Me" in the date line." And he saw all three pairs of eyes stare at him in various levels of surprise.

It was Padme who finally broke the silence. "Next class will certainly be interesting."

Ahsoka and Rex nodded together and said, "Keep us posted!"

*****

"Mr Skywalker, please see me after class," was what Obi-Wan said to him while putting his exam in front of him. Anakin didn't even look at the paper; his attention was completely on Obi-Wan's face. It was fleeting, but Anakin caught the slight frown and the confused look in Obi-wan's eyes.

Anakin's insides churned unpleasantly, but he shoved those feelings of dread aside. He had to pay attention. He was also curious as to what he'd received on his exam, so he looked at his score and grinned. A ninety-two was not bad at all considering that his last history exam score had been a dismal fifty-five.

But worries began to bubble to the surface again as he wondered what Obi-Wan would do after class. Would he yell? Would he be disgusted? Would he tell Anakin to get out of his class? Anakin chewed on his lip as his brain spiralled all over the place.

Padme's soft touch on his hand drew him out of the whirlwind, and he saw her worried expression. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and mouthed, "I'm fine," and showed her his exam score. She blinked and then beamed while giving him a thumbs up. Anakin glanced at her exam and saw the one hundred, and he was not surprised at all. He also gave her a thumbs up.

They both returned their minds to their history class when Cody, Obi-Wan's teaching assistant, started the slideshow for today's lecture. Anakin forced himself to pay attention, knowing he would face the music shortly.

*****

Everyone left the lecture hall, and Anakin found himself alone with Obi-Wan. Anakin remained in his seat, and Obi-Wan stood and leaned against his desk across from Anakin. They both stared at each other, one with dread and stars in his eyes, and the other with confusion and curiosity.

Anakin broke the silence. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Obi-Wan waved his hand at the exam paper still on Anakin's desk. "You wrote something . . . unexpected . . . on your exam."

"What -- the 'me' in the date line?" Anakin asked, suddenly feeling brash. "It was real."

Kriff me. Could I sound any more idiotic than just now?!

Anakin forced himself not to cringe, forced himself to look as relaxed as possible. He also told himself to not look stupidly eager. He didn't need to look pathetically needy.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, but he didn't say anything for a long while. So long that Anakin started fidgeting and he was about to say something when Obi-Wan finally asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Anakin echoed back in confusion. "Why what?"

"Why did you put 'Me'?"

Anakin blinked. "Because I want you to?"

"To . . . ?"

" . . . Date me?" Anakin stood up from his chair. "I want you to date me, prof -- Obi-Wan. I like you."

A frown appeared on Obi-Wan's handsome face. Obi-Wan crossed his arms before replying, "No need to prolong this farce, Mr Skywalker."

"Sorry . . . ?"

"You don't need to continue this joke," Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin looked at him with a stunned expression. "This is not a joke."

" . . . This is also not exactly appropriate since you are currently my student."

"I can wait until this term is over. I'd be happy to wait!" Anakin tried hard to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he was sure he didn't succeed.

"That's enough, Mr Skywalker. You may leave now."

*****

"He thought this was all a joke. Kriffing hell!" Anakin dropped his head on his arms and groaned loudly. "Why would he think it's a joke? I even confessed to him!"

"Hate to say it, but maybe you should have borrowed some of our ideas?" Rex said while he patted Anakin's back.

"Hell no!" Anakin exclaimed. "Don't even go there! I had no idea you and Ahsoka combined would come up with such super traumatising ideas!"

"Your loss, Skyguy," Ahsoka said, shrugging. "Don't tell me you're giving up already?"

Anakin lifted his head up and stared at his friends determinedly. "No, I will not give up."

"That's the spirit, Ani. What will you do next?" Padme asked.

"Let me think."

*****

Anakin's next idea was to write "Me" on the date line again on their next exam.

Cody wasn't there -- he was in another office grading some other things for Obi-Wan -- so Anakin dropped off his exam directly with Obi-Wan. He lingered as he watched Obi-Wan take his exam. He heard Obi-Wan's breath catch, and he met Obi-Wan's eyes, which were full of confusion. He leaned down slightly and whispered, "Not a joke."

To his immense disappointment, Obi-Wan didn't ask him to stay after their next class. That didn't deter him. If anything, it strengthened his resolve. Anakin did the same thing on the next exam, and he again leaned down as he turned it in, a bit closer this time, and said quietly, "Still not a joke."

Obi-Wan's eyes this time didn't look confused. Instead, Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side and gave him a slight smile and said, "Thank you, Mr Skywalker."

Like the last time, Obi-Wan didn't keep him behind after class. But Anakin felt like it was going somewhere.

"I think I'm winning him over," he told Padme.

"What makes you think that?"

"Last time he actually smiled and thanked me!"

" . . . But that wasn't really a smile. I saw it. It was very slight."

"Well, he couldn't beam at me like a loon," Anakin said matter-of-factly. "He's not the showy type."

Padme nodded. "That is true."

"I'm telling you -- I think I'll win him over." Anakin entered the cafeteria and looked for Rex and Ahsoka. "I'm trying to be patient. You know that's not my strong suit."

"Do I ever. I'm amazed by your patience, actually. Who are you? Did you get swapped out with a shapeshifter?"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "So dramatic! Why are we friends again?" Padme giggled at that statement, and they changed their focus to lunch.

*****

On the next exam, Anakin changed things up slightly. On the date line, he wrote, "Me please".

Anakin figured some politeness may help win him over. After all, it never hurts to say "please".

When Anakin handed in his exam, Obi-Wan's gaze immediately strayed to the top, and he raised an eyebrow at the slight change. Obi-Wan looked up into Anakin's eyes. Smirking a bit to hide his nervousness, Anakin leaned down even closer and whispered, "Still not joking. Please know that I am serious."

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, and Anakin could see a slight flush on Obi-Wan's cheek.

Score! Looks like I'm slowly but surely making progress! With that thought, it took every ounce of Anakin's control to not pounce on him like a loth cat. Anakin could only hope that with a few weeks left in the term, he would convince Obi-Wan to go on a date. He was not going to give up when he could sense victory was so near.

*****

"Mr Skywalker, please stay behind."

Anakin's heart beat sped up when he heard the request. He looked up at Obi-Wan in surprise. There hadn't been an exam the previous week. He remained in his seat while everyone else left. As he watched, Obi-Wan rummaged through his desk and pulled out a book.

"This is for you. I ran into Professor Windu, and he mentioned to me that you're a mechanical engineering major."

Anakin's eyes bugged out. "How did Windu know that?!"

"Professor Windu, Mr Skywalker."

"Sorry," Anakin said, not really sorry. "I mean Professor Windu."

"Anyway," Obi-Wan continued and handed the book to Anakin. "This is a book I figured may be your cup of tea. It focuses on how mechanical engineering affected and changed history at multiple points."

"Oh!" Anakin breathed out softly. "I . . . this sounds like it is definitely up my alley. Thank you for thinking of me." He accepted the book gently, and he briefly flipped through it with an awed expression.

Anakin looked up to see Obi-Wan giving him a gentle smile. "You're welcome, Anakin."

Anakin. Obi-Wan calling him by his first name was a much better gift than the book. With a huge smile, Anakin said, "See you next time."

*****

"He gave me a book. And, and! He called me 'Anakin'. Sith's hell, I think I am winning him over!"

His three best friends all looked at him with varying levels of disbelief.

"I still cannot believe your method is working," Ahsoka said before stuffing herself with another stolen roll from Anakin's plate.

"It's a shame he didn't need to use our ideas," Rex complained with a grin.

"I hope this doesn't mean I'll have both of them mooning over each other in history class. Thank goodness the term is coming to an end soon!" Padme said over a huge stack of books.

"And I call you three my best friends? Geez, thanks," Anakin said sarcastically. "Remind me to keep you all in the dark from now on."

Ashoka laughed loudly, nearly spitting out her food. "Nah, we know you -- you'll be over the moon and will overshare everything with us. Can't wait for the sexy bits!"

*****

On the final exam day, Anakin was nervous. Not about the actual exam, which hadn't been difficult for him. He had studied the material, so he was confident he'd get a good grade. No, what he was nervous about was what he had put on the date line. He had written, "Me please, coffee later?"

He had a good feeling about Obi-Wan accepting, but a part of him still felt nervous. What if Obi-Wan had changed his mind? What if Obi-Wan was just being nice? What if Anakin had read all the signs incorrectly and now he was just making a fool of himself?

Anakin was really trying hard not to work himself into a tizzy. He had to calm down and hope for the best. Taking a deep breath, he took his exam up to Obi-Wan. This time he didn't linger, but instead he made a quick exit. All his insecurities were piling up inside of him, and he needed to escape somewhere to calm himself.

The only place he could think of that would calm him down were the flight simulator rooms. He headed to that section of the campus, and he was relieved to find them empty. Just before he could enter one of the rooms, he heard someone calling for him.

"Ah, young Anakin! It has been a while!"

Anakin looked and saw that it was Professor Plo Koon, who was a kind of mentor to him. The two of them had bonded over a love of flying and similar inclinations with mechanical engineering. He forced a smile and said, "Hello, Professor. Good to see you."

"Is everything okay? You don't seem like your usual self." Anakin allowed Plo to lead them into one of the rooms. They took a seat, and Plo continued, "What's the matter, Anakin?"

"I'm not sure if I can talk about it, sir," Anakin said gloomily.

"Is it a matter of the heart?" Anakin winced at the question, and Plo gave him a gentle smile. "Ah, I was right. I will not press, but let me tell you one thing that a wise man once told me. 'Do or do not; there is no try'."

Anakin stared at him and then chuckled. "I see Dean Yoda has rubbed off on you."

"You cannot deny that it is a wise advice."

Anakin laughed some more. He already felt a bit more relaxed. Plo had a calming presence that never failed to soothe him. "Thanks, sir. I feel better."

"Excellent, my friend. Now, how about a few rounds in the simulator? Best two out of three?"

*****

Two days later, Anakin found himself outside of Obi-Wan's office. He fidgeted for a few minutes as he stared at the closed door. He knew Obi-Wan was in there because he could hear soft jazz music coming through the door. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!"

Come on, Skywalker. You can do this. Grow some kriffing balls!

Anakin breathed deeply once more and he opened the door.

"Hello, Obi-Wan."

"Hello there, Anakin."

Anakin saw Obi-Wan at his desk, stacks of paper all around him. Anakin glanced at the stacks before asking, "Isn't Cody supposed to help you with all this?"

"He came down with the flu," Obi-Wan explained and gestured at the stacks. "Thankfully, despite what you see here, I am almost done."

Anakin came around to the side of the desk. Before he could lose his nerve, he quickly blurted out, "Could we grab some coffee later tonight?"

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a soft smile. "Still not a joke?"

"Never. Not a joke, Obi-Wan. I wanted to do this sooner, but thought it would be better to wait until the term was over. I also finally finished that book you gave me, and I would love to talk about it with you since I found some of the items in there fascinating. Plus, I want to get to know you more, know you outside of school, so please--"

"Anakin."

Anakin knew he'd been rambling and was glad that Obi-Wan cut him off. He looked deep into Obi-Wan's eyes. He saw mirth and . . . fondness? Hope began to grow in him. "Yes?"

"Dear one, yes, we can go have coffee tonight. As a matter of fact, I wanted to take you to Dex's Diner -- it's my favourite place to eat, if you haven't been."

"Y-yes!" Anakin stammered out. "What time and where?"

"Seven in front of the university's main gate? I can drive us to Dex's."

Slowly, a huge smile appeared on Anakin's face. "Great! I can't wait!"

Obi-Wan reached out to hold Anakin's hand and he squeezed gently, and that sent a jolt of electricity up Anakin's arm. Anakin squeezed back as Obi-Wan said, "Then it's a date."

~ Fin ~

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RACE TO YOUR HEART 𓂃 이희승

✷ lee heeseung who's always been a pro at racing takes on a change of pacing ; racing for your heart.

f1 racer heeseung︲fem reader ︲fluff, romance, angst, strangers to lovers, mechanic! reader︲pet names, grammar errors, cursing, yeonjun is kinda an ass, alcohol consumption, jealousy, poor communication, kissing︲16.7k / more

1ST EMAIL IN TO: YOUR HEART COLLECTION

─── ♡

LEE HEESEUNG was no stranger to racing. from the loud roar of the engine, to the chant of fans surrounding the track hoping to see him come out on top, and the split-second decisions that could mean the difference between victory and defeat were all too familiar to him.

with many fans who adored his fierce attitude and passion for racing, there was no denying that he was one of the best f1 racers of his generation.

as soon as he puts on his crimson red helmet, he’s a completely different person. a full 180, from the sweet, observant, and attentive man he usually is. there comes his competitive side where he’s got his eyes on the prize.

he’s adorned many trophies over the years, winning many competitions over, at some point he felt numb to it. win after win. many could only wish to feel “nothing” from winning.

a new type of race. he needed a new prize.

now, while he may be a pro at racing cars, was he a pro at racing to someone’s heart? hell no. far from it.

so, when a cute new mechanic arrives as the replacement for one season only, it’s then he decides, it’s a race to your heart against time. he’s determined to win something other than a race. to win your heart.

except he only has 167 days and he’s got to make every one worth it.

─── ♡

youd always had a love for cars from a young age and even repaired your first car with your dad. a red vintage mustang, practically in shambles when you first got it.

your dad agreed to help you fix it as long as you bought it, so one summer job later, your pockets were lined with cash or at least enough to barely afford the broken car for a price that took days of haggling for a flat $500.

essentially, you had built that car ground up considering how broken it was, but that feeling of working with cars was something you just couldn’t dismiss.

you had your heart set on working with cars, no matter what. throughout highschool you had taken many shop classes and earned high marks, and even through college, you repaired cars on the side for some extra cash.

you used that cash to take classes at night in order to get your qualifications to be a mechanic despite your parents’ wishes against it.

you’d never really thought about where your future of cars might lead you, and you’d never considered being an f1 mechanic until your friend karina had brought it up.

“you’re joking, right?” you asked after karina suggested it. “listen, i love working with cars but f1? sure it's a dream, but that’s the scary fast stuff for the rich people that take cars too seriously,” you continued denying any possibility that you could be an f1 mechanic.

“i mean, you’re good at what you do, and you have the qualifications for it, what’s so bad about it?” karina shrugged, putting down her pencil.

“rina hand me that wrench near the phone there,” you motioned with your head towards your work area. “okay listen, i’d have to travel constantly, and it’s completely different cars from what us commoners drive,” you continued defending your point once again.

“okay well, just think of the money,” she attempted to convince you once again. “broke girls like us need that sorta cash,”

you hummed in response to her argument as she handed you the wrench you asked for. she wasn’t wrong. working as a mechanic under your boss didn’t necessarily suck per se, buuut it could be better.

“plus, you won’t even have to stay working as a mechanic for long. just find a cute, rich racer and you’re set for life, never work another day,” she teased, referring back to your “plan a” in life of just finding someone rich instead of working your ass off.

you wouldn’t call yourself a gold digger necessarily, but hey if finding someone rich while doing your job came along, you wouldn’t be too opposed to it. all of a sudden being a mechanic for those fancy cars didn’t sound too bad.

“okay fine. fair point,” you caved, “what’s in it for you though hm?” you questioned the authenticity of her suggestion.

“got me there,” she sighed, “there’s this super cute guy who races for ferrari, jake, and my dad knows a person who knows a person, who…” she noticed you rolling your eyes, at her extensive speech.

“long story short, i can get you a job as a mechanic there,” she clapped her hands giddily.

so that’s how you ended up here. in monaco. you reminisced on the memory from months ago, sighing. she was indeed very convincing or else you wouldn’t be here now.

with a loud clap from your boss, you were snapped out of your trance in an instant.

“alright team, sun’s shining bright,and it’s looking like a real good day. i’m sure by now you guys have met y/n, who’ll be joining us for today's race,” your new boss motioned towards you. you awkwardly bowed your head to meet your peers around you.

“beomgyu, i’m gonna need you to show y/n around the hospitality today,” he instructed, pulling you and the manto the side.

“hi, i'm beomgyu, i’ve been working here for around 3 years, hope we can get along well,” he smiled softly. your nerves were relaxed upon hearing the welcoming words.

“y/n, i’m new to this f1 stuff, so honestly i’m nervous with the cars we’ll be working with,” you chuckled nervously.

“don’t sweat it. i'll just show you around and how we run stuff. maybe you’ll even meet some drivers if they’re hanging around, doubt it though,” he reassured, patting your back as the two of your walked to the hospitality.

you were in awe of the big space. sure, you had seen it through pictures when karina was gawking about how nice it’d be, but this was on a whole new level.

from the luxury cars parked on the grass, to the view overlooking the track, it was truly astonishing just being able to be here.

“so yeah! there’s not much to it, the place is cool and all but most of our time is gonna be spent down at the garage. but hey! when you’re on break you can enjoy the sweet, sweet view up here,” he commented, ending off the tour on a high.

you smiled pleasantly making a mental note to call karina later and thank her for the opportunity.

“beomgyu! what are you doing here? i thought you’d be down at the garage,” a voice chirped from behind you. the voice neared and you saw a figure pulling beomgyu in for a hug.

“heeseung! hey man i’ll be there shortly, just showing our new mechanic around the hospitality,” beomgyu greeted back cheerfully.

the man looked down at you with a kind smile and nodded, “great to have you here! i'm heeseung, one of the drivers for ferrari, and you are..?” he trailed off hoping to catch your name.

“y/n. glad to meet you as well,” you smiled curtly because wow. karina was not lying when she said that the racers were good looking people.

“so you’re the lee heeseung, as in the reigning champion of f1?” you jokingly clarified to fill the silence

he chuckled and nodded, taking note of your name in the process “well anyways, i should get going. super great meeting you though,” he turned to leave.

“oh yeah, beomgyu, you should come too, they wanted you to do one final check on the car to make sure it was good to go,” he quickly called out, motioning for beomgyu to follow.

with that, you watched as the two exited the building leaving you to your own devices. It wasn’t long until you had to be at the garage either.

you looked at your phone to check the time, 10:21 am, may 24th, 2024. only 198 days til the season was over. and it barely felt like you could survive this weekend of racing alone.

─── ♡

“who is she?” heeseung asked watching beomgyu check the car thoroughly.

“who, y/n?” beomgyu asked back.

“yeah, her,”

“just the new mechanic. it’s her first time doing f1 shit so i wouldn’t expect the world out of h-“

“she’s funny,” heeseung cut off, too lost in thought. beomgyu rolled his eyes at the two word comment he got cut off for.

heeseung, frankly, was a fool. he was drawn to you and would love to get to know you more. being friends with your mechanics cannot go poorly, right?

to be honest, he had seen you before you had walked in the building and admired your passion when speaking with the other mechanics.

ever since seeing that he’s wanted to talk to you, and that’s all that’s been on his mind.

“well, you’re all good to go for your practice laps, just don’t crash, thinking about her,” the boy teased, patting heeseung on the back for motivation.

“yeah yeah like that’s gonna happen,” heeseung snorted at the silly comment. how could he, f1’s reigning champion, crash? well, it might happen if he’s too busy thinking about ferrari’s new and cute mechanic, you.

heeseung slid into the driver seat of the car, the space feeling all too familiar to him. a second home if he was being honest. as his assistant handed him his helmet and he put it on, it was like a switch flipped.

as he revved the engine, he could see from the corner of his eye you giving a giddy wave as if you were a fan girl (which you basically were to be fair). he chuckled at the gesture.

cute. he thought to himself as he set off on his laps.

the groove of the road slowly felt more and more familiar the more he drove.

soon enough it was time for the real deal, the final race of the weekend.

heeseung took a final deep breath sliding into the car, and began creeping up to the starting position. he’d been driving for a while and while it was in his nature to feel relaxed typically, he couldn’t help but feel nervous with a new set of eyes on him.

he suppressed the voices within and let the switch in him flip to the lee heeseung that many knew as ferrari’s star driver.

for you on the other hand, you felt nothing but excitement to watch the races throughout the weekend. you had watched heeseung’s fiery determination from practice to qualifying, and were nothing more than eager to watch the final race commence.

with that, you watched the red lights countdown, and soon enough, off they went with a blur.

“pulling ahead, in the lead is ferrari’s star lee heeseung with their new and improved model, lets see how well it’ll hold up against mclaren’s newest driver, choi yeonjun, coming up not far behind,” the announcer broadcasted loudly.

watching the race take place in real life, this close, felt straight out of a movie, and you could barely comprehend that this was even happening.

you watched heeseung’s bright red ferrari and yeonjun’s orange mclaren trade between first and second place, everyone seemingly falling farther and farther behind. the two bright cars seemed to only be competing with each other and no one else.

the minutes soon passed by and the first race was closing out. you watched as the orange blur overtook ferrari’s signature red near the end of the track, sighing in what you thought would be defeat.

“lee heeseung not far behind picks up the pace to catch up with choi yeonjun… will he be able to pull it off? and HE DOES BY LESS THAN A SECOND, WINNING THE MONACO GRAND PRIX FOR 2024” the announcer exclaims with enthusiasm.

cheers erupt from the fans surrounding the track, eliciting an unfamiliar and unique emotion. it became clear to you why so many adored f1 racing, and cheering for their favorites.

you cheer from the sidelines pumped up seeing your team win off the bat for the season and smile feeling a sense of pride wash over.

─── ♡

the long drawn out weekend ended with heeseung’s in first place narrowly beating yeonjun. he was cutting it too close. closer than usual that is.

“insane race today, good shit though,” jake dapped him up, going in for a hug after taking his helmet off.

“i was scared for a second honestly, what do they put in these new guys,” heeseung retorts back to his close friend (and teammate), taking his own helmet off. he shakes his head letting his messy hair fall down naturally.

“that yeonjun guy has some serious potential though, shame he’s an asshole though i’ve heard,” jake shrugs after nodding off to the other mechanics to deal with the car.

“really? who'd you hear that from,” heeseung asks mindlessly, walking towards the hospitality.

“sunghoon from red bull told me, even the mechanics don’t like him apparently,” jake continued on with heeseung humming in response.

“hey, who’s the new mechanic for you? beomgyu said you were getting a replacement,” jake questions curiously to his fellow teammate.

he thinks to himself for a moment recalling the interaction earlier, and the silly joke you had made earlier.

“y/n. she’s cute, beomgyu introduced me,”

“cute? that’s what you point out?” jake laughs at the seemingly shallow comment.

“i’m bad with women, you know that. she’s nice and i really wanted to say more but i didn’t wanna scare her off. i think i want to get to know her better,” heeseung explained.

“man, you really suck with women, but it’s not like i'm any better. you’re on your own,” jake snorts, giving him 0 reassurance.

─── ♡

it didn’t take long for heeseung to make his first move in an attempt to talk to you more.

he had a plan. he was indeed a man with his plan.

step one: find out how to talk to you more.

it started with talking with beomgyu to find your hotel room number for the night and quite a few questions from the man asking why lee heeseung, the young star with a bright future ahead, would need it.

“i’m just tryna get to know my team a little better, what’s so bad about that?” heeseung defended himself raising his hands up as if surrendering.

and after 10 minutes of haggling —yelling— with beomgyu, and one long talk from the receptionist asking you to keep it down in the hall because guests were sleeping, he finally got your room number… just not through beomgyu.

“hey, uh, did i miss a page?” you wipe the sleep from your eyes as you poke your head out from your room.

“everything is great! don't worry about it! isn’t that right gyu,” heeseung grins, waving his hands as if telling you to ‘not worry about it’.

“uh huh, okay” beomgyu rolls his eyes walking back to his own room leaving just you and heeseung in the hall.

you nervously approach the tall man despite being tired, in your pajamas, and feeling slightly embarrassed, but nonetheless wanting to figure out what the commotion had been about.

“um, so what was that about?” you question curiously, which you had every right to at this point.

“hi, i'm heeseung. i don’t know if you remember or not but i was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee in the morning at the cafe blocks down,” he asked shyly scratching the back of his head nervously.

you blew it. you absolutely just fucking blew it. his inner voice told himself.

“sure, sounds great. i’ll be there at 7:30,” you mumble out tiredly, after all, it had been a long first day on the job.

he grins upon hearing your response despite it sounding incredibly unenthusiastic. i mean c’mon, he just woke you up yelling in the hallway, you can’t be that glad.

“sounds amazing,” he smiles. “i’ll be ready by then, pretty,” he turns to leave in the direction of his room.

“oh, and sorry for waking you up,” he apologized quickly. you giggle at the way he sounds almost out of breath from arguing with beomgyu earlier but still wanted to make an effort.

heeseung smiled to himself hearing you giggle. maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

he spent that night thinking of all the different ways a conversation with you could possibly go, replaying every memory of you in his mind that night. just something about you was so incredibly captivating, he had to figure it out.

heeseung was up before the sun, the soft hum of the city still waking up as he slipped on a hoodie and grabbed his keys. it wasn’t often he found himself nervous—he was used to high pressure situations, the kind that made most people sweat. but today wasn’t about lap times or podium finishes.

you had agreed to have a coffee with him in the morning, and the thought of it had his heart racing faster than any f1 car ever could.

it wasn’t a date, at least, not officially. just a morning coffee. casual. easy. but the way he had been thinking about it all night made it feel like something more.

he reached the café early, of course. it was small, tucked away from the main streets, the kind of place where you could go unnoticed. perfect. he picked a table near the window, fingers drumming on the edge of the table, glancing out every few minutes, waiting for you to walk through the door.

you still couldn’t quite believe that lee heeseung, ferrari’s golden boy and one of the most sought-after drivers in the world, had asked you to coffee. the whole thing felt surreal. you had only talked once before—a brief conversation (if you can even call it that) before the race.

the question had caught you off guard. you had blinked, unsure if he was just being friendly or if there was more behind the offer. but the easy smile on his face made it seem harmless, so you said yes without thinking too hard about it.

after all, why not? it wasn’t like you were going to pass up breakfast with a formula 1 driver, the lee heeseung, even if it was just a friendly gesture.

but now, the night before, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, you found yourself replaying the moment in your head. what exactly had prompted him to ask you? you had only talked for a few seconds, nothing deep or particularly memorable, at least on your end. or so you thought.

you figured it was probably just a spur-of-the-moment thing. maybe he was bored, or maybe he just liked getting to know people. either way, it wasn’t a big deal. right?

you turned over in bed, groaning softly. why were you overthinking this? heeseung had probably forgotten about it already, while here she was, lying awake, wondering if she should dress up or just go casual.

it wasn’t like it was a date or anything—just coffee. just a second conversation with a guy who happened to race cars for a living (and was super cute).

still, there was something about the way he’d asked. his tone had been casual, but his eyes had held yours a moment longer than she expected, like he was genuinely hoping you'd say yes. and that small detail had stuck with you, now making you second guess yourself.

you sighed, grabbing your phone from the bedside table to check the time—2 a.m. great. if you didn’t get some sleep soon, you'd show up looking like a zombie. but as you tried to settle down again, your mind kept wandering back to him.

─── ♡

as you approached the café, a soft breeze tugged at your hair, and the early morning sun cast a golden glow over the quiet street. it was still early enough that the city hadn’t fully woken up yet—just a few people walking their dogs or grabbing coffee to-go.

the air felt crisp and cool, carrying with it the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread from the nearby shops.

you nervously fidgeted with the strap of your bag as you reached the door. inside, everything seemed quieter than the world outside, yet still lively in a sense

your eyes sweep the room, and then you see him. heeseung, sitting by the window, bathed in the soft morning light. he looks calm, leaning back slightly in his chair, fingers tapping lightly on the table as he stares out at the street unaware of your presence.

he soon takes notice, waving to you to come sit with him, and your feet move your way over before your mind can even process the small interaction.

“hey,” he greets you as you sit down, his voice low but warm, the kind that feels like it wraps around you and pulls you in. “glad you made it.”

you offer a small smile, trying to match his ease. “yeah, thanks for inviting me. i hope i’m not too late.”

he shakes his head, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “nah, not at all. i’ve been looking forward to this.” his words are casual, but there’s something about the way he says it—like he really means it—that makes your heart skip.

shut up, he's just being nice. you think to yourself. just a temporary job, then i'm back home. you couldn’t afford getting too attached to anyone here, it was just a job at the end of the day.

“really?” you manage to muster out despite your thoughts.

heeseung grins, a boyish charm lighting up his face as he leans forward slightly. “well, it’s not every day that I get to have breakfast with someone who isn’t a driver or a team manager.”

“oh, so i’m just a change of pace for you?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“maybe,” he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “or maybe it’s because i don’t know you that well yet, and i kind of want to.”

the sentence caught you off guard with the amount of sincerity he used to say each and every word.

“sorry didn’t mean to make it weird,” he mumbled out in a sort of embarrassment for his statement.

you giggled at his nervous excitement of the situation and reassured him it was okay to which he smiled feeling relieved of a potential headache of overthinking.

an oddly comfortable silence fills the air as the two of you take in the bustling atmosphere around you of people just going about their mundane day.

normally coffee with a person you barely know would be awkward to say the least, but with heeseung it felt eerily normal.

“so how'd you get into racing?” you ask, breaking the said silence.

“mostly video games, honestly, i played racing games when i was younger and i've always just been in love with the speed that comes with it. my cousin knew someone who did karting so i guess that's how it all started,” he responds, reminiscing about his childhood spent playing racing games with his older brother.

you nod at the mini backstory you had asked for and take a sip of your coffee before he asks you in return, “how’d you get into being a mechanic?”

and before you can answer, he receives a phone call. you smile and nod telling him to take the call to which he does.

heeseung pressed the phone to his ear, his patience already fraying as the call came at the worst possible moment.

“hey, listen, i’m kind of busy right now,” he said, trying to keep his irritation in check. “can i call you back in, say, 30 minutes?”

he could practically hear the stress on the other end of the line, and he rolled his eyes internally. of course, there was always something—always a problem that couldn’t wait. of course.

“no, this is important,” came the firm response, cutting through any hope that he might get even a short reprieve.

heeseung’s jaw tightened. “okay…?” his tone edged with the same frustration he was trying to suppress,

there was a pause, followed by a deep sigh. “it’s about the car. the engine isn’t working, and we need you to come down.”

he sighed, his hand tapping on the table, displeased to say the least. of all days and time for the car to act up, it had to be now. glancing across the table at you, he knew his morning with you was about to be cut short.

“give me a moment to finish up. y/n’s with me—do you want me to drive her there then?”

he gave you a tight, apologetic smile, pointing to the phone as he mouthed "manager," signaling the sudden shift in mood.

you nodded, watching him closely as he turned his attention back to the call, already feeling the tension radiating from him.

“sure, why not,” the manager replied, sounding distracted, like they didn’t really care about anything other than getting him to the garage.

heeseung hung up with an irritated sigh, shaking his head as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. “the car’s engine is messed up or something,” he muttered, his tone sharper than he intended. then he looked at you, softening slightly. “we gotta head down there. i’ll drive you.”

he could feel the frustration simmering beneath the surface, not just because of the car, but because this was supposed to be a break—time spent away from the chaos, a change of pace as he put it earlier.

but then you smiled, that same light-hearted grin he’d come to appreciate, and you said, “hey, maybe this can be my first proper job for f1 then, huh?”

heeseung couldn’t help but smile, your enthusiasm cutting through his irritation. he let out a soft chuckle, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a bit. “hmm, maybe,” he said, his tone more relaxed now. “guess we’ll see then.”

as he stood up and grabbed his keys, he watched you mirror his movements. despite the shift in plans, you weren’t phased. if anything, you were handling the disruption better than he was.

he led the way out of the café, his mind already half-focused on the problem with the car, but he tried to stay in the moment, glancing over at you as you walked beside him.

you didn’t seem to mind the sudden change of plans, and that alone made it easier for him to let go of some of the frustration.

at the car, he opened the door for you without thinking, a gesture that took you by surprise, quietly thanking him as you climbed in. he hesitated for a moment, resting his hand on the car roof.

he settled into the car watching you intently as you studied the detailed black interior of the car, aweing at the time it must have taken to make such an intricate car.

“sorry about this,” he murmured, his voice a little quieter, more sincere than before. “i didn’t plan for it to happen today.” he continued more apologetically.

“don’t worry about it,” you replied, settling into the passenger seat. “besides, it’ll be interesting to see what’s going on with the car, right? maybe i’ll learn something new.”

a wave of admiration came across him for your positivity, it was blinding honestly.

sure, the car’s engine problem was weighing on his mind, but somehow, sitting here with you made it feel like it wasn’t such a big deal. for once, even amidst the chaos of racing, he felt grounded—thanks to you.

the car ride had that same comfortable silence in the air, neither of you wanting to add more to think about. both of your minds lingered on the thought of what could’ve possibly happened to the engine.

“so..”

“right, how did you get into car stuff, being a mechanic?” he asked, wanting to finish the conversation earlier until he had been interrupted by “car stuff”.

“my dad fixed cars for fun and he showed me,” you smiled. he hummed in response hearing the humble backstory, glad to know more about you.

“what’s the plan after this mechanic gig is up?” he asked, prying further into your life, just wanting to keep the conversation going.

you stared out the window admiring the blur of the city going by. “hmm, i'll probably just go back home to my old job, this was kinda a one off, if i'm being honest,” you answered with a sort of hesitancy, realizing this little dream job would end in less than a year. he hummed in response not wanting to encourage your dwelling.

“when i read up on you, i saw we have the same hometown, funny huh?” you continued in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“reading up on me huh?” he teased to which you rolled your eyes trying to keep your own composure.

“hey, i need to know who i'm working with,” lie. you stayed up longer than you should’ve last night looking him up. article to article.

“honored my name is on your search history then, pretty,” the reoccurring nickname sending your brain into a frenzy.

“u-uh yeah.” you stutter out still feeling giddy.

─── ♡

“there you guys are, finally,” his manager greeted the both of you. you shyly greeted him back before he hurriedly debriefed you on the situation at hand

“y/n, the rest of the mechanics are over in that garage if you want to take a look,” he motioned in some other direction to which you nodded.

part of you cheered giddily for getting to be able to do something, contribute if you will, but otherwise, you were nervous. nervous for failure on your first attempt at fixing an f1 car.

stepping into the garage, the smell of fuel and engine oil hit you immediately, mixing with the faint scent of rubber from the tires. a few mechanics stood huddled around the open hood of the car, their heads bent in concentration.

you looked around, with your eyes eventually settling on a girl with a dark wine red, who glanced up when she noticed you approaching.

“y/n right? beomgyu said you were coming, i'm yunjin,” she greeted cheerfully bringing relief to your mind which was in its own way, racing. “here to get your hands dirty?”

you smiled back, feeling slightly more at ease with her laid-back demeanor. “yeah, that’s the plan,” you replied, though your voice still carried a hint of nervousness. beomgyu greeted you, while coming out of another room looking exasperated.

“what’s the situation with the engine?” you asked curiously.

beomgyu sighed, tossing the rag aside. “we’re looking at a potential misfire, could be an issue with the MGU-H, maybe something off with the ignition system. not even sure yet,”

he motioned toward the engine, the massive power unit exposed as wires and components sprawled out in a delicate maze of engineering.

you took a step closer, peering into the engine bay. the complexity of it was overwhelming, but also fascinating—an intricate system of components that, when functioning perfectly, powered the fastest cars on the planet.

you glanced over the mechanics’ shoulders, watching as they carefully inspected each connection, each part.

“so… where can i help?” you asked, feeling a little more confident now that you were in the thick of things, seeing how in some ways it looked familiar to the cars you had worked with.

beomgyu chuckled softly, his eyes scanning the engine before nodding toward a diagnostic tablet nearby. “we could use an extra set of eyes on the data. see if you can make sense of these readings. we’re trying to narrow down where the issue is coming from.”

you picked up the tablet, the screen displaying various engine parameters—temperatures, pressure readings, electrical currents. it was a lot to take in, but you focused, scrolling through the data while beomgyu and the others worked around you.

a few hours had passed, and just as you were starting to get into a rhythm, you heard footsteps approaching. looking up, you saw heeseung walking over, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. he stopped beside you, glancing at the tablet in your hands.

“how’s it going, pretty?” he asked, his voice low.

the nickname caught you off guard and surprised you by how it flowed out so easily from him.

“it’s… a lot,” you admitted with a small laugh, holding up the tablet for him to see. “but i’m getting there. beomgyu’s been helping me figure it out.”

“i'm sure you’ll get it, i trust you,” he reassured with a warm smile. “more than beomgyu for the matter honestly,” he whispered secretively to you, holding a smirk.

“I HEARD THAT!” beomgyu shouted approaching the tall man, smiling.

you smiled seeing the childish interaction between the two of them, bickering back and forth. it felt familiar.

“mm pretty sure you didn’t but okay,” heeseung scoffed, starting to walk away, giving you a wink in the process, giving you an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

this can’t just be a friendly thing right? you thought to yourself fighting an internal war in your head. a constant back and forth.

you watched him go, the air feeling a little lighter (ironically) without him nearby. you could finally think straight.

you focused back on the task at hand. working with beomgyu, you continued to pour over the data, narrowing down the possible issues.

after a while, something in the numbers caught your eye—a sudden dip in one of the electrical readings.

“hey, beomgyu, look at this,” you said, pointing to the screen. “could this be related to the MGU-H failure you mentioned?”

he leaned over, his eyes following where you pointed. “yeah… that’s definitely something. good catch.”

you felt a small surge of pride at his words, feeling a little more confident in your contribution now. hey, maybe it wasn’t all too bad hiring you. you had eyes that could catch a dip in a graph. what a relief!

heeseung went about his day busy with many other meetings about marketing and such with lots of new information to take in. honestly though, he was just waiting to get out of them and make it up to you through dinner, and the opportunity arose not long after you noticed him waiting for you outside the garage.

“hi, hee,” he could’ve sworn his heart was doing backflips and the thumping in his heart was audible.

“hi y/n, what’s up with the nickname?” he managed to respond, keeping his composure which seemed to be a lot harder than he had intended for it to be.

“mm just figured i should come up with something for you since you have something for me,” you explained softly, a shy smile fell over your face.

“is that okay..?” you asked after a few moments of no response or expression showing on his face. truthfully, he was still in shock you were bold enough to give him a nickname. a nickname he was in love with hearing it from your mouth.

“no yeah! call me whatever you’d like,” he smiled warmly, giving you a look of reassurance. to which you felt calmer, the second-guessing thoughts receding like the ocean and its shoreline.

“okay then, hee,” you repeated, testing it out again, your voice carrying a playful lilt as you gave him a quick, shy glance. the way the nickname rolled off your tongue made your heart flutter, and you couldn’t help the giggle that followed, light and soft, as if it was your own secret joke with him.

a rosy pink shade rose to his ears hearing it again. what he’d give to hear it over and over again like its own song. a moment of that familiar silence arose again, the slight breeze comforting alongside it.

“i think i have to get back to work, but i’ll see you around?” you broke the silence as reluctant as you were.

his smile didn’t falter, though inside he found himself wishing the moment would stretch on a little longer. “yeah, for sure,” he replied, his voice a little brighter, though his mind was already racing back to the swimming sessions he had to return to. the thought of going back to the simulator, locked in hours of tedious practice, wasn’t exactly thrilling, but it was necessary.

still, right now, all he wanted was to hold on to this little piece of time with you.

“good luck with practice,” you added with a small smile, your hand brushing slightly against his arm in a casual, fleeting gesture. the warmth of your touch lingered even as you stepped back, turning to leave.

“thanks,” he said, his voice softer now, watching you go with a quiet fondness. “see you soon.”

as you walked away, heeseung found himself staring after you for a moment longer than he should have. a part of him wanted to call you back, to find some excuse to keep talking, to hear you say his name just one more time. but instead, he sighed softly, shaking his head at himself.

“holy fuck, pull it together, she’s just a friend” he muttered under his breath, already dreading the simulator waiting for him. but even as he trudged back to the track, his thoughts kept circling back to you.

he didn’t know what would happen next, but he knew one thing for sure: he couldn’t wait to see you again.

─── ♡

one race to the next, it barely felt like you had any time. before you knew it, you already hopped on a plane to canada to prepare for the next race up ahead. the job has not been as expected, tiring to say the least but it felt rewarding in some aspects.

heeseung on the other hand, if you were tired, he was on a different level. sitting through meetings non stop, simulating to what felt 25/8. he was exhausted.

if there was any highlight however, it had to be seeing you throughout the day. the small waves you'd give him when seeing him around, to the small smiles you'd give him when you were a too busy.

y/n: hi! this is y/n, beomgyu gave me your number. want to grab dinner after you’re done? read 7:31pm

he would be lying if he didnt say he was elated to receive a text from you.

“is that your y/n?” jake asked, peering over heeseung’s shoulder to read the text catching him very much off guard.

“maybe,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool while already typing his response, his fingers dancing over the screen with a mix of excitement and nerves.

heeseung: hi, sounds good with me. read 7:35pm heeseung: i can get take out, and meet by the park nearby at 8 maybe? read 7:35pm

“and there goes our dinner plans,” jake teased, dramatically faking a sob as he leaned back in his chair. “he’s all grown up now.”

heeseung shot him a playful glare, trying to suppress a grin. it was hard not to feel a rush of happiness as he awaited your reply.

y/n: sure! read 7:36pm

heeseung hurriedly tossed his things into his bag, hands moving faster than his thoughts as he glanced at the time. he was already running late, and the last thing he wanted was to keep you waiting.

without much thought, he grabbed whatever was in reach—his keys, his jacket—and slung his bag over his shoulder.

on his way out, he made a quick stop at the food court, scanning the options with little patience. he settled for the first thing he saw—some greasy chinese takeout, barely giving it a second glance as he paid and rushed out.

i mean you can never go wrong with 5 hour old egg rolls, friend rice, and general tso’s chicken from someone who’s name was probably not even general tso’s.

it wasn’t the best choice, but he figured it would do. after all, it wasn’t about the food—it was about seeing you. or at least for him it was. he started praying on the way that you weren’t expecting some high quality 5 star food.

heeseung was practically speed-walking now, juggling the takeout bag in one hand and his phone in the other as he checked the time again. 7:53pm. he had a little time, but not enough to feel comfortable.

he couldn’t believe how much effort he was putting into something as simple as takeout and a park bench, but then again, this wasn’t just anyone—this was you.

as he neared the park, the familiar buzz of his phone snapped him out of his thoughts.

y/n: i’m here! just by the fountain :) read 7:55pm

his heart skipped a beat. you were already there, waiting for him. great, now i’m really late, he thought, quickening his pace.

he finally spotted you sitting on the edge of the fountain, your legs crossed, hands in your lap as you looked around, casually enjoying the evening air. the sight of you, illuminated by the soft glow of the park’s streetlights, made him momentarily forget about the cheap takeout in his hand or how rushed he felt just moments ago.

“hey!” he called out as he approached, trying to keep his voice steady. you turned at the sound, your face lighting up when you saw him.

“hi, hee,” you greeted with a warm smile. his stomach did a flip at the nickname, but he played it cool, grinning back as he held up the bag of takeout.

“so, i grabbed the finest chinese food this place had to offer,” he said sarcastically, shaking the greasy bag a little. “i’m talking five-star dining right here.”

you giggled, rolling your eyes. “well, i guess i’ll just have to take your word for it.”

he plopped down beside you on the fountain ledge, setting the bag between you two. the evening breeze picked up a little, cool but refreshing after the heat of the day. the city sounds in the background faded as you both settled into a comfortable silence, the atmosphere between you casual yet warm.

heeseung handed you a pair of chopsticks, and as you opened one of the boxes, the aroma hit both of you. “okay, this doesn’t smell half bad,” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“i told you,” he chuckled. “general tso—whoever he is—knows his stuff.”

as you started eating, he stole a few glances at you, feeling strangely content in this moment. it wasn’t anything fancy or over-the-top, but sitting here with you, laughing over greasy takeout in the park—it felt right. like maybe this was something he could get used to.

“thanks for grabbing dinner,” you said after a while, your voice soft. “this is nice.”

“yeah, it is,” he replied, smiling to himself. “i’m just glad you didn’t expect anything too fancy.”

“oh, please,” you rolled your eyes. “this is perfect.” you continued enjoying the warm air around you in the dark night on a dim lit park bench.

and for a moment, everything felt simple. easy. just you, him, and some less-than-great chinese food, sharing a quiet evening together. nothing complicated. just two colleagues, friends you could say enjoying a nice dinner. the tension surrounding the two of you didn’t quite scream “friends” though.

you finished chewing the last bite of food which you had fought over, before starting conversation up again.

“thank you for tonight, i really appreciate you coming out here to have dinner,” you chuckled, cleaning up the mess of napkins, plastic forks and take-out boxes.

“of course, i had a great time, too, pretty,” the nickname rolled off his tongue naturally now, and he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips as he said it.

your cheeks warmed at the way he said it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. you bit your lip, glancing down at the mess in your hands to avoid meeting his gaze for too long.

“i mean, who knew egg rolls could be so competitive,” you teased, trying to keep the mood light as you tossed the takeout boxes into the trash nearby.

heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. “you really fought for that last bite. i was impressed.” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes still locked on you with that same amused glint.

“hey, i take food seriously,” you joked, finally looking back at him, meeting his gaze fully this time. the comfortable, playful atmosphere was still there, but something about the moment felt… different. there was a weight to the way he was looking at you now, something deeper than just casual banter.

the silence stretched for a beat too long, not awkward, but charged with something unspoken. you shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how close the two of you were sitting on the fountain’s edge.

“so,” you said, breaking the silence, “i guess i’ll see you around soon?”

“of course,” letting go of that remaining syllable with hesitancy knowing this would be the end of tonight. he wasn’t quite ready for this quiet peace to end.

you walked back to your hotel, feeling a mix of excitement and exhaustion from the day’s events. luckily, it wasn’t too far from the park where you had spent the afternoon, a short stroll that allowed you to soak in the fading light of the sunset.

as soon as you had made it back to your hotel, you kicked off your shoes and threw yourself onto the hotel bed. you had way too many thoughts in your head, and figured you could call karina, the one person you know would love to hear about your life as of now.

“y/n!! it's been so long, how is the job?” you heard her chirp from the other end with a hint of curiosity eager to hear about your new busy life away from home.

“tiring to say the least,” you responded back exasperated from the extensive work with close to no time for yourself.

“well, chin up, this is your life for the next half year,” karina encouraged your anxious self. “tell me about heeseung boy you texted me about,”

a small smile crept onto your face at the mention of his name. “he’s… well, he’s great. really friendly and easy to talk to,” you began, your excitement bubbling to the surface, biting your tongue from saying any more not wanting to confirm any potential feelings you might have.

“just friendly, huh?” karina teased back at your word choice.

“come on, you know what i mean!” you shot back, laughing despite your embarrassment. “I just don’t want to assume anything. we’re just friends, i think that’s what he wants,”

“mmkay, whatever you say,”

─── ♡

and “just friends” you were. because friends always go out of their way to sneak in secret lunches away from their managers who could yell at them for not working effectively over the days spent preparing for this next grand prix.

friends always send quick glances to each other during team briefings, or share inside jokes that leave the rest of the team confused.

friends always feel a little thrill when their names light up each other's phone screen, a small buzz of excitement you tried to ignore every time you saw a message from him.

friends always hold eye contact with others for a second longer than they should.

and of course friends always end up sitting a little too close during those late-night hangouts, where your shoulders brush just enough to send a shiver down your spine, but you pretend not to notice.

wait, are you sure this is just friends?

yet, when someone like yunjin pointed it out, you brushed it off, unwilling to admit to anything beyond the friendship label. because that’s what it was, right? just friends.

friends who found excuses to be in the same place a little more often than necessary.

so "just friends" you stayed. at least, for now.

once again heeseung was back on the track, his first love if he's being honest. he slid on his helmet with a familiar weight settling on top of his head, muffling the world around him. he took a deep breath before sliding inside the familiar seat, his hands automatically flying to the wheel.

this was his space. his escape. the one place where everything made sense. hours of practice had led up this.

he rolled up to the starting position, the low hum of his engine vibrating beneath him, steadying his pulse. next to him, yeonjun from mclaren sat in his sleek orange car, radiating confidence, a clear rivalry showing through.

heeseung watched as the red lights above flickered out—

with a deafening roar, both cars shot forward, engines screaming as they tore down the track. heeseung’s grip tightened on the wheel as he surged ahead, adrenaline flooding his veins as the car hugged the asphalt.

he had the early lead as usual, but a glance in his mirrors showed yeonjun right behind him, too close for comfort.

the first turn approached fast, and heeseung swung into it, hugging the inside line. but yeonjun wasn’t giving him any breathing room. as they exited the turn, yeonjun accelerated aggressively, pulling up beside him, refusing to back down.

the straightaway stretched out before them, and yeonjun made his move. his car edged closer, pressing against heeseung’s, forcing him to the outside of the track. heeseung’s jaw clenched as he felt his car veer dangerously toward the barriers, the scraping of metal just inches away.

he’s pushing too hard, heeseung thought, heart pounding, but there was no room to hesitate. yeonjun was relentless, using every inch of the track to his advantage, leaving heeseung little space to maneuver.

they approached the second set of turns, and yeonjun cut in hard, practically shoving heeseung toward the edge again. the walls loomed dangerously close, and heeseung had no choice but to ease off for a split second, letting yeonjun take the inside line. frustration bubbled inside him as he watched the orange car pull ahead, but he wasn’t giving up yet.

heeseung pushed the gas, catching up on the straight, and for a brief moment, they were neck-and-neck. the final turn approached—a brutal, tight corner. this was it. heeseung braked late, swinging into the turn, but yeonjun held his ground, keeping just ahead.

coming out of the turn, yeonjun’s car edged in front by mere inches. the finish line was just ahead, and heeseung floored it, pushing his car to the absolute limit. both cars rocketed toward the line, tires screeching, engines roaring.

but it wasn’t enough.

yeonjun crossed first—just barely, but it was enough to secure the win.

heeseung slowed down, pulling into the pit lane, his heart still pounding from the intensity of the race.

He was pissed. he’d rarely ever get mad, but when it came to racing, he was pissed.

“i had that shit!” heeseung yelled furiously as soon as jake came to congratulate him for the high placing despite knowing heeseung was not going to be the least bit happy.

“you still won almost every other race this season, it's okay,” jake attempted to reassure him but to no avail heeseung mumbled out a string of curse words.

you approached him slowly seeing how upset he had been over this race. he immediately picked you apart from the crowd and you watched as his face softened upon seeing you.

“you did really great, okay? i'm sure you'll win the next one,” you smiled trying to force any bit of positivity out of yourself as encouragement.

“yeah, maybe,” his tone was sharper than usual. he hadn’t meant to raise his tone, but you could immediately tell his guilt after it had slipped out.

at that moment, you watched as yeonjun stepped out of his own car holding a victorious smile, smirking at heeseung and snorting. heeseung reacted with a string of curses.

“sorry about him, he’s not the best at taking losses,” jake apologized, casting a glance in heeseung’s direction. his tone was light, but there was an understanding behind his words, as he’d seen this side of heeseung before.

then, turning his attention to you, he extended his hand with a friendly smile. “i don’t think we’ve met properly, though? jake. it’s so nice to meet you,” he said warmly, his grip firm but welcoming as you shook his hand.

“y/n, really great to meet you too,” you greeted back holding a smile, neither of you having each other’s full attention as you both watched heeseung getting whisked away by the press for photos despite his scowl.

“thank you for putting up with him for this long,” jake chuckled with a more positive tone as compared to heeseung. honestly, finally gave him your full attention looking up at the man. and you could now very much understand why karina wanted you to have this job to begin with.

“well it's my job, he's actually quite nice though,” you replied back, a silence falling upon the both of you, not the same kind of comfortable silence though.

“so, are you two…?” jake asked, his voice lowered now that heeseung was out of earshot.

you blinked, caught off guard by the question. “no, wait, yes? honestly, i’m not sure,” you admitted, surprised at how easily the truth slipped out. jake’s expression stayed neutral, not even a hint of amusement crossing his face.

“hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully like he was entertaining the idea, but not giving much away.

“what?” you asked, feeling a bit defensive under his calm gaze.

“between you and me, and i guess heeseung,” jake leaned in slightly, lowering his voice, “he definitely thinks you’re something.” smiling at your stunned expression.

jake winked before glancing over and watching heeseung walk back a little more calm, before walking off himself to do his own interview.

“what’d that loser say?” heeseung asked, his voice full of concern. more specifically that jake would try something, although it wasn’t quite his character to.

“oh, um. nothing, i can't hear all too well in this crowd,” lie.

heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly not fully convinced but choosing not to press further. “okay,” he responded simply, his tone light, though there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

he let it go for now, shifting his attention back to the crowd around them, but the moment hung in the air, leaving you feeling like he might not buy your excuse.

to you though, you were still processing this little bit of information, but little did jake know this would be keeping you up in the dead of the night reevaluating all interactions. maybe you weren’t just friends.

─── ♡

heeseung told himself he wouldn’t let that small interaction bug him, but it did more often than he would like to. every small little thing reminded him of you. what did jake tell you that was so secret you couldn't tell him?

heeseung found himself replaying the moment over and over in his head. maybe it was nothing, maybe you were just being polite, but that little spark of doubt wouldn’t leave. it gnawed at him, making him question things he hadn’t even thought about before.

had he been too quick to assume you were not just friends? maybe you were less than friends itself.

maybe it was the way you’d smiled at jake. friendly, yes, but something in it made him wonder if there was more. what if you were talking behind his back? what if he didn’t know you as well as he thought?

he shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. it’s nothing, he told himself. she wouldn’t do that.

but what if? what if there was more between you and jake, something he wasn’t a part of? something he didn’t know about?

the more he thought about it, the more irrational it all seemed, but the seed of doubt had already been planted. and it was growing.

work had piled on thicker and thicker, like heavy snowfall, leaving almost no time for yourself or even him. wait, why were you thinking of him at this time?

you didn’t come here to get a boyfriend; you came here for work.

work to fulfill your passion and get ahead in your career.

gain new experiences.

heeseung was a new experience, that much was true. but now, after everything that had happened, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe jake was wrong.

every time you greeted him in meetings or simply passed him in the hallways, his response was distant—almost colder than before. and it hurt more than you’d like to admit, especially because he’d been so warm when it was just the two of you.

had he changed his mind about you? was it all just a casual fling, or was he simply not interested anymore?

you couldn't help but think back to that conversation with jake. "he definitely thinks you're something." had jake been mistaken? had you read everything wrong? or was it possible that heeseung never really felt that way in the first place?

the doubts gnawed at you. you wished you could ask him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. maybe because you were afraid of hearing the truth. or maybe because you didn’t want to risk pushing him further away.

you found yourself constantly second-guessing every interaction with him now, analyzing every look, every word. was he just being polite? or was there something more?

maybe jake was wrong, you thought, but deep down, you knew you were hoping he wasn’t. because, if he was, that meant you were just… nothing. a distraction. someone who got in the way of his real focus.

the thought stung, but you pushed it down. you couldn’t afford to think like that.

“hey girl, are you doing okay?” yunjin asked you, snapping you out of your thought trance. while you were usually sharp and always open to talking, these days you seemed to be very lost in thought while working.

“i don't know, there's too many thoughts going through my head,” you mumbled out as a response. you didn't want to dump your emotions on a poor colleague but she seemed so inviting and open to talk to despite your doubt.

“listen girl, if it were me, nothing beats drowning those thoughts out with alcohol, every once in a while,” yunjin chuckled, presenting a new door to you. you shook your head, getting wasted didn’t sound the most “fun” to you personally.

“okay, well just hear me out. a couple of the drivers and their staff are going out to a club for a change of pace, it’ll be a great networking opportunity and a great distraction, you should come,” yunjin persuaded, urging you.

she paused, raising an eyebrow as if to drive her point home, then added with a mock sigh, "plus, i don't want to deal with beomgyu alone. you know how he gets it."

you glanced at her, feeling the weight of the long days and constant demands pressing down on you. the thought of letting loose, even just for a few hours, was tempting. the last few weeks have been all work, no play. no room for any of the things you used to enjoy—no time to relax, or… think.

"you know, it's been a while since i've gone out," you said, your voice soft, almost uncertain. you didn’t know if it was the exhaustion or the constant racing thoughts, but the idea of spending a night away from all this chaos sounded like something you could use.

yunjin caught the shift in your tone and grinned wider. “exactly! we could use a break. plus, who knows? you might meet someone interesting. networking, remember?" she winked, a playful glint in her eyes.

you chuckled at the thought, but your mind was still stuck on heeseung. had he really been that distant lately?

you shook your head slightly, trying to shake off the thought. maybe this night out could be just what you needed to stop overthinking things.

"alright, alright," you sighed, giving in. "i’ll go. but only because you begged me."

yunjin beamed, her eyes lighting up with a victorious gleam. "perfect! let's get ready then. it's going to be fun, you'll see."

as you both started to make plans, a small part of you wondered if a night out would really be enough to clear your head. but for now, the idea of getting away, even just for a little bit, was a welcome relief.

later that night you slipped on whatever cheap thrifted dress you could find at the nearby store and waited for yunjin and beomgyu outside the club.

“she actually showed up, told you. $20 bucks now,” yunjin demanded, extending an open hand to beomgyu, waving to you with the other, to which beomgyu grumbled and pulled out his wallet.

as you stepped in, the thick crowd greeted you—a sea of bodies moving to the rhythm, lights strobing in every direction, and laughter mingling with the music. the noise seemed to swallow everything, every thought, every worry. it was almost too much.

but you were here now, caught in the whirlwind of it all, with beomgyu and yunjin leading the way through the crowd.

"let’s grab drinks first!" yunjin shouted above the music, making her way to the bar without even waiting for a reply. beomgyu followed closely, his eyes scanning the area as he pushed through people.

you glanced around, your mind still buzzing, but you couldn't shake the sense that even in this chaotic, loud atmosphere, your thoughts would still drift back to the same place—the one you’d been trying to forget.

“hi there, what can i get started on your tab?”

“something light, maybe fruity, i don't really drink,” you yelled over the loud music which swallowed up your voice whole, the bartender nodding as a response.

“make it two! put it on my tab,” an unfamiliar voice called out behind you, as you turned around to thank the patron you were taken aback.

choi yeonjun?

"uh… thank you?" you said cautiously, unsure how to react. your confusion must have shown because his smile widened, but it seemed to lack the usual competitive edge you'd seen from him before.

"of course, beautiful," he said, his voice smooth and calm, a stark contrast to the chaotic atmosphere around you. "come sit with me?".

your mind was racing. why was he here? you barely knew him outside of the competition, and even then, heeseung had never seemed to hold a conversation with him that lasted more than a few words, usually being some string of “hes an asshole”, or “he needs to fuck off,”

you glanced around for a second—yunjin was too far off, lost in conversation with beomgyu. the booth in front of you seemed too quiet, too intimate for the tension that lingered between the two of you.

“uh, sure,” you said, hesitating. despite the oddness of the situation, you found yourself following him as he led the way to a secluded booth in the back, away from the crowded dance floor.

as you sat down, the silence settled between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. more like… expectant. you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than just a friendly offer for a drink.

"so," yeonjun began, his voice surprisingly calm, "fancy seeing you here. not exactly where i’d expect to run into someone from the pit crew."

you raised an eyebrow, still trying to wrap your head around why he was talking to you at all. "yeah, not really where i expected to see you either," you replied, unable to hide the confusion in your tone.

yeonjun’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned back in his seat, seemingly unfazed by the strange situation. "well, considering the rivalry, i guess we’re both out of our element, huh?"

it was a strange thing to say, and the silence stretched between you. you had no idea how to respond to that. after all, the only thing you'd ever known about him was how heeseung spoke of him—a rival. someone who pushed him, someone who made things harder.

but here he was, calm and collected, sitting in front of you, offering drinks like nothing was out of place.

you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to this than just a friendly chat. and something about it irked you.

“yeah i guess,” you replied dryly.

heeseung would love to be anywhere but here. preferably in your presence, but he was still uncertain and doubtful of you. even more so when he sees choi fucking yeonjun chatting you up and giggling over any little thing you say.

filled with a new kind of anger, he threw back any remaining alcohol in his glass as he stood up from his seat.

“hey wait, you shouldn’t stand up so fast. you just threw back one of their strongest, calm down,” jake makes an attempt to pull heeseung down by the cuff of his leather jacket.

heeseung rips his arm away preparing for confrontation; to yell at yeonjun. afterall he had some residual pent up rage from earlier.

"why the fuck are you talking to y/n?" he shouted, his voice rising above the throbbing beat of the music, sharp and aggressive. every muscle in his body was coiled tight, ready for confrontation.

you, yourself were taken aback, more so than yeonjun was.

yeonjun didn’t flinch, his expression calm, almost amused as he leaned back in his seat. he was still too comfortable, too unbothered. "what?" he shouted over the music, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "i can talk to whoever i want. why the hell does it concern you?"

"because it does concern me!" heeseung growled, taking a step forward. his voice was low, almost dangerous now, as the tension between the two men thickened like smoke. "she's not some random girl for you to flirt with, yeonjun."

yeonjun raised an eyebrow, his smirk only growing wider. "flirt?" he repeated, his voice dripping with mock amusement. "you think i was flirting with her?"

"you're always so dramatic, heeseung," he said, his tone almost playful now. "maybe you're more worried than you'd like to admit."

you could see it in his eyes, that challenge. and now you couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between these two, or why heeseung's sudden rage was so deep-seated.

yeonjun laughed, the sound harsh and bitter, like it was meant to get under heeseung’s skin. "you’ve got some serious issues if you think i'm only talking to her to get to you," he replied, leaning back into his chair, unaffected by the tension.

"you’re still acting like this is just some game, aren’t you?" heeseung growled, stepping forward until he was almost in yeonjun’s face. "you think you can just waltz in here, throw a few compliments, and toy with her heart?"

yeonjun’s eyes flickered with amusement, but his smirk was sharp, venom filled. "so? what’s it to you?" he taunted, his voice low and challenging. "you like her or something?"

"it’s none of your business," heeseung spat, but even he could hear the edge of doubt in his own voice.

"why are you so mad?" yeonjun cut him off, an eyebrow raised in mock curiosity. "because i talked to her? or because you’re scared she’s actually interested in me?"

heeseung’s chest heaved with every breath, his mind racing. "don’t play with her, yeonjun," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "she’s not a prize for you to win. she’s not a game."

"so you do like her," yeonjun said, his smirk widening. "funny, because you’re still acting like you’re scared to admit it. pussy. you do like her.”

heeseung felt the heat rise to his cheeks, his frustration and confusion colliding into a mess of tangled emotions. "no," he said, voice coming out sharper than he meant. "she just deserves better than you, that's all."

as soon as the words escaped his lips, his entire body froze. no. he hadn’t meant to say it like that. he hadn’t meant to say no.

heeseung felt his stomach drop as your eyes widened, brows knitting together in surprise. the confusion on your face mirrored his own. he wanted to take the words back. wanted to grab them out of the air before they settled between you like a thick, suffocating fog.

no. he just said no.

you just wished the ground would swallow you whole as your throat constricted and your mouth went dry.

he took a step back, swallowing hard, his hands fidgeting. "y/n—" he started, but his voice was swallowed by the music, drowned out by the chaos around them.

you shook your head, a look of uncertainty clouding your expression. "no, I—" you started, but you couldn’t find the right words either. you were as lost in this conversation as he was.

you stood off, running towards the exit praying you could make it back to your hotel without embarrassing yourself any further. you heard heeseung's footsteps run to catch up with you, pulling you back by your sweater.

you stared at him for a long moment, unsure of what to say. and then, after what felt like an eternity, you spoke. "you didn’t mean that, right?"

heeseung’s heart dropped. "no," he muttered, shaking his head desperately. "I didn’t mean it like that. I—"

but the words felt hollow, meaningless now. the damage had been done.

“heeseung, you don't get it do you? you don't just get to lead me on, call me pretty, bring takeout whenever i don't have it in me to get my own food, all for you to say no. fuck off,” you confront to his face. he looks like he wants to say more, but it's no longer about defending himself.

he fucked up.

“oh no, looks like she’ll need someone to comfort her, how about you sit this one out hm?” yeonjun mocked back giving a fake pout, running up to her to escort her out.

heeseung couldn’t meet your eyes as you looked back a final time for anything you could tell from his face. he was afraid of what he might see. afraid you’d realize the truth, the mess he had made out of everything.

yunjin quickly took notice and rushed outside to check on you, sending yeonjun back to the club to chat up whatever other girls there were.

she found you sitting on the low wall outside the club, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stared into the night. the cool breeze did nothing to calm the tension in your chest.

“y/n, you good?” she asked, crouching down beside you.

you didn’t look up. “yeah. just… a lot, i guess.”

yunjin let out a sigh, her expression softening. “you sure? yeonjun can be a little… much.”

“it’s not him,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “it’s… everything else. heeseung, and the way things are getting weird between us.”

yunjin was quiet for a beat, processing your words, she had a lot of questions going on in her mind, but right now all you needed was comfort. “weird? in what way?”

“like… i don’t even know. i’m starting to think i might be imagining it all,” you admitted, your voice low and uncertain.

she tilted her head, thinking. “you’re not imagining it. there’s something between you two. but maybe… he’s just scared of it too. or he doesn’t know how to handle it.”

you looked at her, frustration laced with confusion. "what if i'm the only one who feels it?"

“then let him catch up,” yunjin said, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. “he’ll figure it out eventually. if he’s smart.”

you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

he had no idea how to fix this.he wasn’t even sure if it was possible at this point.

─── ♡

the next race approached slower than ever and heeseung was nowhere in the right mindset for this race. he considered telling his manager he wasn't fit, but he couldn't succumb to what yeonjun would want him to do.

everything was slipping through his fingers—his focus, his drive, his very reason for being here, but most importantly you.

he hasn't seen you any more than once after you had walked out of the club with tears streaming down your face. all he heard was you were moved to jake’s pit crew for the time being.

his motivation was lower than ever

he stared at the car in front of him, but it felt like he was looking through it, not at it. every tool, every dial, every piece of equipment that should have been familiar, had suddenly become a reminder of everything he felt like he was losing. and it wasn’t just the race. it was you. it was him—yeonjun.

"heeseung, you’re not fit to race today, are you?" his manager asked, his voice slicing through the thick fog of his thoughts. "you look off. need to talk about it?"

he couldn’t fall apart. not like this. but the weight of it all was suffocating. the thought of telling his manager he wasn’t fit to race seemed like the easy way out. and yeonjun would love that, wouldn’t he? he'd love to see him crumble. love to see him give in, admit defeat.

no. he couldn’t.

but damn it, he was tired. his heart felt like it was being pulled in too many directions, each one pulling him further away from where he needed to be.

he couldn’t quit.

he wouldn’t quit.

but why did it feel like he was already losing?

"you good?" his manager asked again, his voice softer now, seeing the frustration in his expression.

heeseung nodded, forcing a smile, but it was thin. fragile. "yeah, just… a little tired."

he rolled up to the starting position once again, surprised at how he even made it through qualifiers with this low motivation.

the race started, but it felt like heeseung wasn’t really there. as the lights went out, the cars roared to life, but his mind was a million miles away. the engine roared, but his thoughts drowned it out.

he took off in the pack, but he felt sluggish, disconnected. his hands gripped the steering wheel, but it was like they were moving on their own, not in sync with his racing instincts. he knew he should have been focusing on the track, on the turns, but instead, his mind kept circling back to everything but the race.

yeonjun. the argument. you. the way things had changed.

heeseung felt the weight of it all settle into his chest. every corner seemed a little sharper, every move a little slower. his car didn’t feel right. or maybe it was just him. maybe he wasn’t right.

it didn’t take long for yeonjun to slip past him, and that just made it worse. heeseung clenched his jaw, but instead of retaliating, he just let his car drift further behind. the familiar rush of competition wasn’t there. it felt more like a slow-motion crash waiting to happen.

every lap was torture. he could hear the radio buzzing in his ear, but it sounded like static. his mind was a jumble of thoughts, and none of them were about racing.

by the halfway point, heeseung was already at the back of the pack.

he wasn’t focused. he wasn’t present. and it hurt to admit it, but deep down, he knew he wasn’t giving it his all.

“annnnd yeonjun wins yet another grand prix,” “heeseung is really off his game today” “yeonjun really is better, you were right,”

the comments from the crowd, press, and fans were eating him alive, more so than being away from you.

back at the hotel, heeseung thinks back to what everyone’s been telling him earlier. you were only in for one season.he only had til the end of the season to pull something off.

he was determined to win you back before the season ended and you went back home to where he might not ever see you again. he only had 167 days, but he was determined to race for your heart, and win you back.

─── ♡

you glanced down at the engine in front of you, the pieces more familiar than they used to be. the way everything clicked together, the hum of the motor, the fine-tuned adjustments—it was all starting to make sense now.

working on jake’s car felt different, though. not in a bad way, just… different. you caught yourself missing the way heeseung’s car seemed to fit you. the precision with which you had become familiar with it—the way you almost felt like you could predict its needs without thinking.

but today, with jake’s car, you were making small mistakes. not big ones, but enough to frustrate you. the adjustments didn’t come as easily, the instinct wasn’t there like it was with heeseung’s.

and there it was again—another thing that reminded you of him.

you couldn't shake it. everything came back to him—whether it was the car, the track, or just the way he used to talk to you like he didn’t need to say everything. like you just knew what he was thinking.

you sighed, wiping your hands on the rag and trying to refocus. no, it wasn’t about him. it couldn’t be. you were here to work, to get better.

it started with roses being delivered to your hotel room. sure they wouldn’t last due to your busy schedule and your poor ability to take care of flowers, but it was the thought that counts.

your phone buzzed and you dreadingly opened it to find a text from him. your heart sank, ashamed at the way it still beat a little faster when seeing his name.

heeseung: hope we can talk sometime, enjoy the flowers. don’t feel pressured to respond or anything. read 6:42 am.

you sighed and closed your phone. at least he kept in mind that you wouldn't want to reply.

over the next few weeks, things fell into a strange rhythm. races continued, engines roared, and the work never stopped. but there was an undeniable difference in the air—like the world was quieter somehow.

the excitement of the grand prixs, once a rush of adrenaline and passion, felt more distant now, less meaningful without the comfort of the familiar faces you once shared them with.

you found yourself in cities you once dreamed of visiting, but this time they felt a little less magical. belgium, with its food you could feast on from the eyes only, no longer held its allure.

a part of you was wishing you could go back to the times when everything felt like an adventure—when heeseung would call to ask if you wanted to grab a drink or wander the streets after a long day.

but now, there was an empty space where that spark used to be. you were still going through the motions—working with jake, troubleshooting engine issues, spending your days in the pit—but your mind always drifted back to him.

the quiet messages that arrived every so often did little to ease the weight on your chest. they felt like an attempt to reconnect, but they never fully erased the hurt.

in the netherlands, you received another delivery—this time, a box of sweets with a note that simply said “thinking of you”. you hadn’t responded to the previous messages, but heeseung’s attempts were constant. his name still lit up your phone, and every time you saw it, there was a flutter in your chest, though you hated how easily it pulled you in.

at the next grand prix in austria, you saw him briefly. he was standing by his car, talking to the crew, his jaw clenched in concentration. when his eyes landed on you, there was a moment—just a second—where everything seemed to stop.

but before you could look away, heeseung turned back to his car, his shoulders tense, and you knew that talking wouldn’t be easy. you didn’t even know if he was ready to face you yet.

so, you didn’t approach him.

you told yourself it was better that way.

the text messages continued, though. a late-night text about the race in belgium. a message wishing he could see you before the dutch grand prix. small gestures that, at their core, were attempts to remind you that he was still there, still thinking of you. but they were hollow to you.

you hadn’t responded to a single one. the last time you had heard his voice had been that awkward conversation after the club in barcelona, and things hadn’t gotten better since then.

still, the flowers kept coming—different varieties, different colors. sometimes roses, sometimes peonies. each one a reminder of the distance between you two. each one a reminder of what had changed.

in germany, during a pause between practice rounds, jake leaned over, handing you a cup of coffee. “you gonna talk to him anytime soon?” he asked, glancing over at heeseung, who was deep in conversation with his team.

you sighed, taking a sip of the coffee and looking down at the pit floor. “not yet.”

“you know he’s trying, right?”

you didn’t answer. because, honestly, you weren’t sure. maybe heeseung was trying. maybe the roses, the texts, the little gestures meant something. but the hurt from the way things ended was still too fresh, and you weren’t sure if you could get over it.

the next grand prix was in italy, and as the days passed, you kept your distance, both physically and emotionally. the tension between you and heeseung was unspoken but ever-present.

he would look over at you from time to time, his gaze lingering for just a second before he turned away. you hated how much it hurt to see him. you hated how much you wanted things to go back to the way they were, but you couldn’t ignore the walls that had been built between you two.

you began to doubt if heeseung even knew how to fix things. and maybe that was the hardest part. you were waiting for him to make the right move, but the longer you waited, the more you wondered if he would ever really try.

─── ♡

you weren’t sure how much more you could take. burying yourself in work hadn’t helped, but at least it kept your mind busy.

the constant races and late nights in the garage were wearing you down. the machines felt familiar, but the work felt hollow now.

your phone buzzed constantly with notifications you didn’t want to see. and yet, when you saw his name, your heart betrayed you every time.

the roses had been a small gesture, but it didn’t make you feel better. they were just another reminder of how things had fallen apart.

you closed your phone with a sigh. you didn’t want to talk, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to cut him off completely.

after a long summer, the weight of everything seemed unbearable. a messy explanation to your boss, and you were on a plane home. you needed to be away from everything to do with lee heeseung.

home felt like a strange comfort, a place where everything was still. the noise of work and racing faded as soon as you stepped through the door.

you needed the space to breathe, but even here, heeseung lingered in the back of your mind.

the familiarity of home was soothing, but it also reminded you how far you’d drifted from everything.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were left unresolved. no matter how much time passed, the questions still remained.

the first thing you did of course? tell karina everything. your one safe lifeline who had been there through your ups and downs and unfortunately had to see you through another one of your downs and it hurt for her to see as much as it hurt for you to experience yourself.

you two sat on the couch, the familiar weight of the silence between you, before you spoke up.

"i don't even know where to start," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

karina glanced at you, her brow furrowed in concern. "you don't have to start anywhere. just tell me what happened."

you let out a shaky breath, feeling the pressure rise in your chest. "it’s heeseung, karina. i thought… i thought it was something real. but now i’m just… i don’t know what we even are anymore."

karina's hand rested on yours. "what do you mean? what happened?"

you felt the flood of emotions, the frustration, the hurt, all pouring out. "he keeps sending these messages, these little gestures like nothing’s changed, but everything’s changed, and i don’t know if i can just go back to how things were." you managed to hiccup out tears, your nose stinging trying to hold back tears.

karina’s expression softened. “you deserve more than that, y/n. if he’s not being clear with you, then maybe it’s time you start focusing on what’s best for you, not waiting around for him to figure it out.”

you sighed, wiping at your eyes. "i know, i just… i don’t want to give up on him, i need a sign, i'm so confused,”

“i'm here for you, okay?"

you nodded, feeling a small sense of relief in her comfort.

it was then you heard a knock on the door of your apartment, the two of you looking confused.

“did you order food?” she asked curiously trying to put the pieces together of why there was a door knock. you shake your head and watch as she gets up from the couch to see who it is.

you peer around the corner hoping to get a look at who it might be, but your ears find out sooner than your eyes.

“JAKE FUCKING SIM?” you heard karina shout. you stand up quickly rushing to the door to see for yourself, and there he is, in the flesh at your apartment door.

“jake? what are you doing here?” you asked stunned to why your boss (in a way) is here and not in italy preparing for the races ahead.

“we got wind from yunjin and beomgyu you went back, and he wanted to see you. he’s at some park he said was nearby,” he states matter of factly, annoyed that his best friend made him come along to sort out his girl issues.

“oh. okay.” well now there was really no avoiding it. he had flown all the way back to talk to you, and in a way made your heart pound a little faster knowing he had done all of that.

karina was still in shock at seeing her celebrity crush standing right at your doorstep, her mouth agape. this sparked an idea, and you were more than thankful for karina being there for you.

“jake, this is your first time here in this city, no? karina why don't you show him around town?” you suggest, watching karina turn pink and giggle, jake seeming non opposed to it.

karina dropped you off at the closest park you could think of, you weren't quite ready enough to text him and ask where, but lo and behold there he was. nervously waiting, bouncing his leg anxiously to see if you would even show up.

he looks up from his phone and immediately shoves it in his pocket, his full attention on you.

“hey,” you greeted, trying to keep the tension out of your voice as you approached the bench.

heeseung looked up, his eyes flicking over your face with a mix of uncertainty and hope. “hey,” he replied, his voice low but soft. “thanks for meeting me.”

“i didn’t think you’d want to see me,” he murmured, looking at his hands.

you shook your head. “it’s not about wanting or not wanting, heeseung. it’s about sorting things out.”

“i’m sorry, y/n,” heeseung said after a long pause. his voice was low, almost pained. “i’ve been… i’ve been a mess, and i need to apologize for how i acted.”

“i… i fucked up,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “when i said… when i said no that day, i didn’t mean it. i didn’t mean it at all.”

your heart skipped a beat. the memory of that day, when heeseung had said no—when you had thought it was over, when everything had crumbled around you—came rushing back. you had been confused, hurt, feeling like you’d been cast aside, and all the emotions you had pushed aside came flooding back in that moment.

“what do you mean ‘you didn’t mean it’?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

heeseung ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt clear in his expression. “i… i was scared. scared of how much i felt for you. scared of how real everything was getting, i got scared of yeonjun, honestly, i didn't want to admit it in front of him of all times, and i wanted it to be special,”

“because you are special, it wasn’t a no because i didn’t care. it was a no because i was too scared to say what i really felt. but i’m here now. i’m not running away this time, and i'm going to do it right,” he continued on trying to compose himself and complete his sentences.

“i was scared when you and jake were talking that day in canada, scared of what you might've said after i lost, and i know it's silly-”

“i wasn’t being honest either,” you continued, the weight of your words settling between you. “jake told me… he said you saw us going somewhere beyond just 'friends'.” you paused, swallowing hard. “and that scared me.”

you glanced at him briefly, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly as you let out a shaky breath. your heart raced, but you forced yourself to keep going.

“i'm sorry for just running and never letting you explain yourself. i was too selfish in not wanting myself to get hurt, i never heard you out,” you sniffle out. the air surrounding the two of you is raw and full of emotion, but it's what's needed.

"we can try again," he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "if you're willing. no more running."

you bit your lip, holding back a small, relieved laugh as your heart swelled. "yeah," you said, nodding. "no more running."

heeseung leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "i’m sorry for all of it. for not being honest with you sooner. for not being there when you needed me."

you shook your head, a smile breaking through. "i’m sorry too," you whispered, finally feeling the weight of it all lift. "for not trusting you."

there was a long pause before you both let out a breath, as if some invisible weight had been lifted. the park bench beneath you both felt like a safe place, a starting point for whatever was coming next.

you both had been through your fair share of confusion and misunderstandings, but now, as the conversation unraveled, it felt like the beginning of something new.

heeseung reached for the takeout bag beside him and handed it to you with a small smile. "i know it’s not five-star, but… i thought it might be fitting," he said with a slight laugh. "our first dinner together."

you couldn’t help but laugh, your heart warming at the gesture. "you remembered," you teased, taking the bag from him.

"of course i did," he said softly, his eyes lingering on yours.

for the first time in a while, the tension between you melted, leaving a sense of calm in its place. the night was still young, but now it didn’t feel like it was filled with uncertainty.

─── ♡

things were finally back in motion, and the atmosphere had shifted. the team seemed lighter, more energized with each race. heeseung had you by his side, his lucky charm, and it felt like everything was falling into place again.

after a push from jake, the managers agreed to reassign you back to heeseung’s pit crew, and you couldn’t be happier. the excitement of working with him again was undeniable, and heeseung’s spirit's seemed higher every time you were in the garage together.

the long summer had passed, and heeseung had found his rhythm again. he was more confident, his focus sharper, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much he’d grown. it wasn’t just work; you two were becoming closer outside of the races, too.

fall had come and gone, and the competition had never been fiercer. heeseung and yeonjun were neck-and-neck, trading wins as if they were competitors in a never-ending battle. mclaren and ferrari, back and forth, each race felt like the next turning point.

as the final race approached, the excitement in the air was electric. everyone was asking the same question—who would come out on top? the reigning champion, lee heeseung, or the new rising star, choi yeonjun?

you could feel the pressure building. heeseung was more focused than ever, his energy a blend of intensity and determination. the weight of the championship was heavy on both drivers, but you could tell heeseung was ready.

“we’ve got this,” heeseung said, glancing over at you. the quiet confidence in his voice gave you the reassurance you needed.

you nodded, giving him a small smile. “just like always.”

the race started, and the tension was palpable. every turn, every lap, it felt like the world was holding its breath. yeonjun was a fierce competitor, but you could see how well heeseung was handling the pressure.

the final laps approached, and the two drivers were locked in a battle for the lead. you watched, heart pounding, as they fought to the finish line.

it all came down to this. one final push for the championship, and it was anyone’s game.

your stomach dropped. you couldn’t hear the roar of the crowd, couldn’t see the final push, but you could feel it in your chest, as if the very air around you was holding its breath.

and then, in one seamless motion, heeseung swerved into the inside line. he was gaining, inching closer to yeonjun. the tension was unbearable, every second dragging on forever.

with the finish line just a few meters away, heeseung’s car crossed it, just barely ahead of yeonjun’s.

“LEE HEESEUNG CROSSES THE LINE 0.479 SECONDS AHEAD OF CHOI YEONJUN MAKING HIM YOUR 2024 FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION!”

heeseung quickly and eagerly comes to a stop and gets out of the car with a wide grin on his face as yeonjun holds a bitter scowl.

as yeonjun passes by to get water he mutters foul words to heeseung but he could care less as his full attention is on you, who he sees running towards him, jumping for a hug.

“you did it hee! i'm so proud of you, you deserve it the most!” you shout with glee.

heeseung grinned, his eyes sparkling with exhaustion and relief as he pulled you into a tight embrace. the weight of the world seemed to lift off his shoulders, and in that moment, everything felt perfect.

“thank you, pretty,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise of the pit. "you’ve been with me through it all."

you pulled back slightly, your hands still resting on his shoulders, searching his face. the adrenaline from the race still buzzed between you, but now, it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of all the chaos, sharing something far more intimate.

“i mean it, hee. you worked so hard for this, and you earned every single bit of it,” you said, your words filled with genuine admiration.

heeseung’s smile faltered just for a moment, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "i couldn’t have done it without you." his voice was soft, but there was an intensity behind it that made your heart skip a beat.

“i’ve been meaning to ask though, be my girlfriend? i don't think i can deal with this no label ‘friendship’” he smiles cupping your face grinning up at you. he already knows the answer.

“of course,” you smile with pride

your eyes locked, and for a second, it felt like time stood still. the world around you faded into the background. it wasn’t about the race anymore, not about the trophy, but about the two of you standing there, sharing a moment you both desperately needed.

heeseung leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours. the air between you felt charged with something unspoken, and the weight of everything that had built up between you finally settled.

you didn’t pull away. instead, you let yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his presence, the comfort of knowing you were both here, together, after everything.

you felt his lips press onto yours, gentle yet electrifying, as if the world around you had disappeared. everything was quiet except for the soft hum of the celebration in the distance.

it was brief, but it felt like everything you’d been holding back for so long was finally let go. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and for the first time in a long time, there was peace between you.

“you’re not alone in this,” you murmured softly, your voice just above a whisper.

heeseung’s expression softened even more, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb brushing across your skin. “i know,” he breathed out, his lips barely touching yours.

it was a moment, a simple one, but one that felt like everything was finally falling into place.

─── ♡

that night the two of you went out for your signature couple meal, shitty chinese take out, enjoying it in the trunk of his car on the beach underneath the stars above you.

the night air was cool, but the warmth between you two kept everything just right. after the chaos of the race, you found solace in the simple act of being together, eating takeout in the back of his car as the waves lapped gently against the shore.

"this feels perfect," you said, leaning back against the car, taking in the quiet beauty of the night.

heeseung smiled, glancing at you from across the small space, his fingers absentmindedly toying with a fry. "yeah, it does. just… us."

the stars above glittered, a silent reminder of how far you'd come since the beginning. no more confusion, no more running away. just the two of you, figuring it out together, one race at a time.

"we should do this more often," you murmured, your voice soft but content.

"definitely," he agreed, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

as the last eggroll was eaten and the takeout box was tossed aside, you both leaned back and stared up at the sky. there was no need for words now, no more doubts. just the sound of the ocean, the warmth of the night, and the certainty that whatever came next, you'd face it together.

─── ♡

a/n: im surprised i managed to write this much, halfway through writing this i was searching up the name and apparently someone on wattpad wrote a racer fic with the same name, AND starring heeseung. swear i was not copying, on skibidi ☝️. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH to @hyuukais for beta reading this fic in its monstrosity. anyways hope you guys enjoy the fic cause im sick n tired of being sick n tired if writing this fic ><

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