#it's a coachella fic

[theomegapoint]

Title: i begged and convinced them (i made them pinky swear) Pairing: Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang/Kim Hongjoong, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa Rating: Mature Word Count: 4,157 Warnings: Contains breeding kink, mentions of hypothetical orgies, and a very complicated polycule that's inscrutable to outsiders.

Summary: “Okay,” Hongjoong says the day before they’re set to fly to California to perform at Coachella, “ground rules for everyone when we’re in California: no random pick-ups. Not backup dancers, not other artists, not strangers on hookup apps—zero people I do not already have in the spreadsheets.”

[heihaneul]

Here is a chicken yeosang to make your day better

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[pantherxrogers]

Coachella with San ✨

this is my first time making a moodboard! it was a lot of effort but low-key fun lol

I'm a black!atiny so I wanted to make this moodboard. I don't see a lot of us on here, so I'm hoping it reaches the right audience! 🥰

My requests are open! 🥳

(If you've been following me for a while, this is probably so confusing for you lol. See my last post about why I'm taking a break from writing about the Bear 🫶🏾)

Love you guys!

[ttamin-arts]

Seonghwa at Coachella

[vanishingcherry]

can you do a face claim with jillyisabella on insta? mwah thank u

here you go lovie! mwah <3

COACHELLA + ITALY + A SURPRISE

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yourusername coachella day 1

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ynandharry HOW ARE THEY BOTH SO DAMN PRETTY

username1 coachella seems like such a vibe ugh i need someone to take me there

harrystyles how did i do?

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↳ harrystyles i knew it. dammit.

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crazy4harry its the way harry only ever comes online to like and comment on yn's posts

yourfan the lighting makes it look like yn and harry are matching

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harrystyles Coachella, April 2022.

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shaniatwain ❤️

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harryfan TE AMO

yourusername crazy night that was

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harrystan undeniably the best thing ive ever seen. cant believe i actually got to see harry live im gonna cry

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yourusername coachella pt.2

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yourbff same time next year?

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harryfan21 HER AND HARRY ARE LIKE A POWER COUPLE

ynfanforever she has like the best style ive ever seen

↳ yourusername thank you love!

yourfriend so pretty! catch up sometime soon?

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harrystyles Coachella II, April 2022.

To my band, crew, horn players, and everyone at Coachella who worked so hard putting this show together, I thank you. And to everyone in the crowd, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making it so special. I had the absolute time of my life. H

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harryfan1 oh my god i love him

lizzobeeating until next time

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harrymylove HIM AND LIZZO AND THE GUCCI OUTFITS AND EVERYTHING OH MY GOD THAT PERFORMANCE WAS THE DEATH OF ME

yourusername best weekend ever! love you so much ❤️

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harryfan2 him signing off as 'H' everytime its actually him is such a harry thing. i dont know how to explain it

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harrystyles my muse

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yourusername living my lizzie maguire movie dreams

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iloveharry i wish i was yn. i too want to be taken on a trip to italy after my superstar boyfriend headlines coachella

yourbff MY GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL

yourfan5 its crazy how pretty she is

username those pictures are so aesthetic

harryfan3 i wonder if harry took those pictures of her

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↳ harryfan3 OH MY GOD SHE REPLIED AND HE LIKED IVE ACHIEVED EVERYTHING IN LIFE

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part 2?

[jinlias]

tally - rosé

— songwriter!, musician! rosé, paparazzi

i say fuck it when i feel it, cuz no one’s keeping tally i do what i want with who i like

rosé was exhausted, she hates this cycle. of sneaking around and hiding under dark clothes when you’re in public, of hiding her lockscreen and the polaroid on her phone case from appearing on photos or videos, she hated being unable to talk about you to everyone, she hated all of this, loathed it.

but she always kept you around, even if you had to ride with crew most of the time, for when she was away from you too long she would start to hear her own heartbeat more than she’d like. you were peace to her. rosé was exhausted, but mostly, she was furious.

and i ain’t gon conceal it, while you talking all that shit, i’ll be getting mine

it was a thing of time, that everyone started noticing the same feminine silhouette around her even when none of her crew was. fans kept up with her management team, everyone even knew her re-ocurring friend group, they just couldn’t pinpoint where u fell, yet, you were always there.

don’t apologize for my behavior, if you’re offended i don’t care.

she never fit in the usual korean mold, the delicate, educated and always quiet women she shared the industry with because they valued their dream career more than their own freedom. controversy is what made her stand out, it’s how she blew up, it’s expected no one was too surprised when she started a soft launch of your relationship. pictures of the two bowls of food, tangled hands, two shadows on a crosswalk, small, private, intimate photos like these easily gave away it was not just one of her friends.

sometimes i like to go play dirty, just like all of the fuckboys do, that’s my choice and there’s no one i’m hurting, when that’s not girly.

but rosé has always been open about her private life, she’s never hid behind dark clothes or hats, at least not until you. she was a weekly topic on social media, everyone took out the time to discuss her possible hook ups, like that was of important matter to anyone else.

that’s why everyone else was so observant now, because all of the sudden she stopped running out of models’ apartments at three am with tousled hair. instead, she was seen hiding behind her clothes and around a becoming familiar silhouette at restaurants, movie theaters, parks, at houses and parties of families who no one’s ever seen before, which was the ideal, but people would just not stop watching her. and you.

everybody tells me to play nice, everybody judge but looking twice, but my body don’t belong to none of them though, and i’m not going to change cuz you say so.

she was tired of playing nice, of laughing it off when men asked her about her love life, when the woman interviewer asked about any special boys in her life. she was tired of everyone assuming and deciding which one of her friends she was dating today. why couldn’t they see she loved you? why couldn’t they just move on? she wasn’t theirs to play around with, she just wanted to do what she loved, surrounded by people she loved. surrounded by you.

warned me to make the rules, or play the fool, it ain't that hard to choose

“rosie, this could make or break your career” you really wish it wasn’t this hard, you wish you could just love each other and live contently. without anyone else interfering.

“i don’t give a fuck anymore. i need you to do the same” she’s cried, she’s given up. but she’s angry, she wants this over. she wants you two to be free. “will you walk the red carpet with me? please” she asks again, begs, her eyes are telling you all of the above. how she can’t take this anymore, if she has to pretend she doesn’t know you for one more night, she might just explode.

rosé can’t ever explain to you the amount of bliss she felt when you agreed, she had been given an ultimatum since the beginning, play the fool or break the rules. play the fool because it could save her career, break the rules because it could save her. she’s finally brave enough to choose for you. and she chooses to be immensely happy, publicly

i say fuck it when i feel it. cuz no one’s keeping tally i do what i want with who i like.

that night, hell broke loose. so did the internet, the photo of her kissing you at the red carpet had millions of fans publicly giving up on her, but so many more expressing their gratitude and pride for her. regardless she couldn’t care less about the numbers, the money, all she cared about was you, her, your future together, and how it was finally possible.

[winterrrnight]

coachella

PAIRING: drew starkey x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about the reader and drew meeting at coachella

FACE CLAIM: hailee steinfield

WARNINGS: n/a

EDITH SPEAKS: this is my first ever instagram au so please please let me know if this actually any good!! I think these are pretty fun to make, so if you like this one I would love to make some more :)

I made up all the instragram users, so if by any chance I have your instagram user used here, I'm so sorry I promise it was a total coincidence!

please like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 💗

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yourinstagram see y'all at coachella!! 🪐✨

arianagrande soo proud of you! 🫧

-> yourinstagram thank you darling 🥺

madelyncline MOTHER

-> yourinstagram NO YOU

yn_obsessed oh wow 🥹 you've come so far!!

ynfan21 you're going to slay so hard GO YOU

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drewstarkeyupdates drew at coachella taking pics with fans!

drewfan87 omg omg omg he looks so good!

drew_starkeys DROOLING THAT JACKET IS EVERYTHING

rafeyyyy he was spotted vibing around during y/n's set 🤭

-> ynhive OMG ARE U SURE???

-> rafeyyyy yes! you can find the video on ynupdates!

-> ynhive drew and y/n together was not on my bingo card for this year BUT IM LOVING IT!!

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ynupdates y/n meeting actor drew starkey backstage after her set!

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ynhive HOLY SHIT I THINK I'LL CRY

drewseph_stark3y my favorite actor meeting my favorite singer? WOW OKAY

ynfan21 THIS IS SO COOL OMG OMG

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drewfan87 HE GOT HER TULIPS STOP

yn_obsessed this is it I'm shipping them I need them together it's a need now

ynfan53 I'm actually so soft rn-

drew_filmz damn when it will be my turn? 🥲

rafe_is_hot PLEASE HES SO CUTE 🥹🥹

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[itseyaaaa]

okay imagine a jerejean Coachella AU where Kevin forces Jean to go with him in California to attend it and in the middle of the crowd during a song Jean makes eye-contact with a sunkissed guy with a beautiful dimpled smile and blond hair who is topless and has a cargo shorts that hang low down his waist and his torso not only is toned and well defined but also covered with glitters that shine everytime he moves making hard for Jean to not look at him and he falls in love.

while Jeremy loves music and loves going to Coachella but this time is different, because while dancing to one of his favourite artist song he makes eye-contact with a tall guy with dark messy and a little wavy hair and beautiful grey eyes that shine keeping their focus only on him and nothing else, who clearly doesn't want to be in there since he's not even dancing and just standing there looking at him instead of enjoying the music with his friend. And he's wearing a black shirt with the first 3 bottoms open revealing skin of his neck and collar bones and the sleeves folded to the elbows revealing pale skin arms covered with scars but Jeremy is focused on his hands that are manly and full of veins that go up toward his wrist. Jeremy attention is back to his face where he notices a tattoo on his cheek and his eyes are still on him like life depends on it but not in a creepy way and Jeremy can't help but like having this boy staring at him even with thousands of people around them and a fucking music festival with famous people in front of them.

[umlewis]

"The guy that pushes you to be your best at all times. The guy that checks in on your family and loved ones. The guy that sticks it out with you when you’re at your lowest and helps you to get back to your highest. The guy that shows up for birthdays, weddings, anniversary parties, and any other occasion that may be special to those he loves. The guy that wants his friends to have the most amazing experiences, always. The guy that brings us all together to create the greatest memories. Our dear brother, Lewis, we are forever grateful for you. Happy Birthday!!! Love you bro @.lewishamilton" - january 7, 2024 📷 @.spinzbeatsinc / instagram

[bigassbowlingballhead]

wip wednesday 4/3/2024

early tags from: @firenati0n @eusuntgratie and @cha-melodius

getting in a little early today. here's a little bit of Taylor going through Nick's closet

“Sit,” Taylor says as he deposits Nick at the foot of his bed, Nick does as he's told and sits on the corner. He watches as Taylor opens his closet and flinches when Taylor’s elbow catches and balances a shoebox that falls and nearly hits him. “Are you booby trapping your closet?” he bounces the box off his elbow, catches it and tosses it to Nick “You didn’t happen to keep any of those billowy shirts, by chance maybe that black one you wore when you were digging?”  “Liked that one did you?” “That really deep v? You fuckin bet I did, we could work with that,” he moves a couple hangers across the rack before he grabs one, “how would you feel about cropping this?” Taylor asks and turns to reveal his pink frog sweater.

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[novasillies]

I’m just. The thing is. I’m a fucking genius. And I see all. And I know all. And i wrote this outfit out down to the HAIRSTYLE at least a year ago

[heihaneul]

ateez if they got freedom to post on youtube

[miniiredd]

I can’t get the thought of a Lestappen coachella fic out of my head, but I can’t get the words right in my head

[loversipod]

Harry wakes up due to his headache. He groans and turns his head to the other side of his hotel bed. He doesn’t know who it is. He hasn’t hooked up in months. He doesn’t move. He can’t have a guest in his room now. It can’t be.

“Good morning,” he says loud enough to hope the girl next to him wakes up and it works. She rubs her eyes and turns to Harry. He’s so relieved that it isn’t some random girl.

“Morning,” she pulls the blanket back over her shoulder.

Harry noticed her clothes, it was his sweater and sweatpants. Everything she wears is his. “We didn’t have sex, did we?” He doesn’t want to hook up with y/n. Sure she is attractive and all of that but y/n sees him only as his friend.

“Can you remember anything from last night?”

“A little bit, I was at the party with you and drunk a lot,” he isn’t proud of that. “It’s a bit blurry.” He leans in but y/n moves her head down, and a kiss lands on her head. “Thank god we didn’t,” he whispers.

“You got drunk, and told me something stupid. Bought me a drink and kissed my neck. Then we went back to your hotel room and you gave me your clothes. That’s it, I wouldn’t allow you to touch me.” She explains to the guy next to her.

“Thank god,” he touches her arm but she pulls away. Harry ignores it, “I wouldn’t forgive myself if I had sex with you.”

“It’s okay that you thought that I mean I wear your clothes.” She giggled.

[huuuuughes]

Chills - Chris Driedger x Reader

Pairing: Chris Driedger x Fem!Reader

Summary: You just can't seem to stay away. Good news is, neither can he.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst. this is v angsty and im so sorry!!! but its not all bad i swear

A/N: posting before he possibly isnt with the birds/kraken lololol. also i know the birds didn't win the cup this year but this is my fic and my dream so just pretend shhhh

also thank you to the lovely @knivesareout for being my beta for this and for being my bff ilysm. this is for and dedicated to you <3

also (again lol) this is lightly inspired by the song Chills by Down With Webster linked here

Chills

My hearts racing trying to catch up to you

The light that you give off is gold

I can’t shake this feeling it fills the room

These chills didn’t come from the cold, they came from you…

You told yourself you weren’t going to come after what happened. You weren’t exactly part of the WAGS anymore after your most recent breakup with ‘he who must not be named’, but you were still friends with a few. Watching hockey felt bittersweet, knowing it was your happy place but also the reason you’d experienced such a rollercoaster of emotions in your personal life.

You just couldn’t stay away. No matter how hard you tried to, the thought of him was always in the back of your mind. You were just tired of coming in 2nd place to him. Of course you knew hockey came first during the season, but you should be next in line. You were supposed to be planning your life together- the ring on your finger still stared back at you. You couldn’t get yourself to give it back. He hasn’t asked for it, but you knew it was the right thing to do. 

Staying away from the arena and the game was the smart option, but part of you, for lack of a better term, just wanted to feel something. So you packed up your stuff, and got in the car. You called Coach, knowing he knew what had transpired. He understood- you wanted to be there, just under the radar. Just because your future with him was uncertain, didn’t mean you didn’t want to be there to support your friends. Playoffs meant everything to the Firebirds, they had so much to prove and everything to gain with this series. There was a ticket waiting for you. On the glass, right behind him. You wore everything you could to disguise your face, and covered your hair. 

You didn’t want him to know you were there but you couldn’t bear to be farther away. You just wanted to matter, and be supported as much as you gave. He had the kindest heart and you felt like the intent was there, but you knew athletes weren’t the brightest in the love life department. He didn’t want to admit his wrongs and you could tell the frustration was building up in his game play. 

You took your seat among the crowd, blending in and sinking into your seat behind the goal. You watched as he did his creases into the ice, his normal pregame routine. The arena filled with chants of his name, the name you once proudly wore on your back to every game. Driedger. 

Chris Driedger. Number 60 and starting goalie for the Coachella Valley Firebirds. You’d met soon after he moved to the Valley. He accidentally picked up your drink at the coffee shop and the rest was history. You were inseparable. Your job was work from home and that allowed you almost too much freedom, letting you become immersed in the world of minor league hockey. With his gear on he looked larger than life, but underneath the goalie mask were the most beautiful eyes and stunning smile you’d ever seen. He was like a magnet, sucking you in any time you were remotely near. 

Lucky for you he didn’t spend much time turning around and hadn’t noticed you sitting in your normal spot. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had looked anyway, knowing the secret part of his routine. There were the parts everyone knew, and then there were the ones just for you. Every time he came out into the ice you made sure he saw you. You always made sure that he knew that even if he felt unsupported or alone that you were right there behind him. Sometimes all it took for athletes was knowing that at least one person in the room was there just for them. 

Transfixed on the game, you almost jumped out of your skin when an arena employee you recognized tapped you on the shoulder. 

“Sorry to bother you Miss, but he wanted you to have this.” They handed you a paper bag, and nodded their head in sympathy before walking away. It wasn’t like the breakup was very public but somehow every person who worked at Acrisure knew already. You opened up the bag, and it was his jersey. Not just a jersey from the shop with his name, but his jersey. It was his normal away game jersey which was so big it was essentially a dress on you. This told you one thing: he knew you were there. Either Coach had ratted you out, or that sixth sense he always claimed he had began working. You didn’t draw attention to yourself but yet, in your lap, the jersey sat like a weight. 

Taking it out of the bag, a note began to fall from the sleeve. 

Thank you. Meet me after, win or lose. - C.

His handwriting was instantly recognizable. He loved to leave you random love notes all over your apartment together. He wasn’t always the best at saying how he felt out loud, so the notes were his way of telling you how he felt. This one felt different- he liked to remain in the zone before and after games. This told you all bets were off. Putting the jersey on you felt a wave of relief come over you. You were the only two people in the room, or at least that’s how it felt. He was your home base and safe haven. You knew you were first in his heart but you needed him to show it. He had to fight for the two of you just as hard as he did. This jersey was his version of a white flag, so to speak. The break up was supposed to be good for the both of you. It was the worst kind of breakup. The kind where you were still in love but you were supposed to be letting them go.

My world came crashing down right under you,

These chills didn't come from the cold,

They came from you.

It was kind of incredible when you thought about it. Someone who is a stranger one day, can walk into your life and turn your world upside down. The center of your universe changes, and the feeling in your chest doesn’t want the center to change. It was never going to. You couldn’t ask someone to change overnight. 

He was playing so well. He remained one of the best goalies in the entire AHL but there was something about him today. If you didn’t know him well, one might not even notice it. His movements were a second too slow, almost too late. The game remained tied at 0-0, but that wasn’t going to be enough, something had to give. It was frustrating that they weren’t making any progress halfway through the second period. With one minute left in the period, the announcer shared with the crowd that there was such a time remaining. The buzzer sounded a minute later, and he didn’t even look back. The team made a beeline for the locker room and you didn’t even hesitate to get up. You made your way to the tunnel where you could access the facilities underneath the bleachers. Flashing your ID that you were supposed to give back, the security guard recognized you and let you pass.

You didn’t even know what your plan was. You just needed to get to him. Now was probably not a good time to try and get to him, they should all be focused on the game. You were going to have to beg Coach in front of the whole team to let you speak with him, which was going to be embarrassing enough. Except when you reached the end of the tunnel and turned the corner, there he was. Still in full gear, helmet still on. His head is bowed down, but at the sound of your shoes his head bolts in your direction. You can feel his gaze through the mask, his eyes like daggers following you as you got closer to him. 

“What are you doing out here?” You asked, after finally managing to speak. 

“I could ask the same question about you being here.” He was hiding the emotion in his voice as best he could.

“You and I both know I wouldn’t miss this game, whether we’re together or not. This team is still my family.”

“Then why did you sit in your normal seat? You could have sat anywhere else in this arena. You didn’t even need to be here. Why there, when you know I can see you?” 

“You should be watching the puck Chris, not me. You have an entire team you’re supposed to be working for.”

“How can I focus when you’re right behind me? Do you think that it’s been easy for me, being without you? I knew the moment you walked into this arena. The moment you sat down. You have been the only thing on my mind for weeks. You are the only light that I notice when you’re in the room. It is maddening to think I am not with you or have you because I can’t seem to get my shit together.” His tone had gotten louder the more he spoke, filling the empty hallway you were occupying.

“You have me! That’s what I came down here to tell you. I thought being apart was the better thing for us. I thought you needed to get it together and so did I. But all of those problems seem small now. I want you to be the best version of yourself. You have earned that cup, you and I both know that. So stop making stupid mistakes. I know you’re holding yourself back. You’re hesitating. I know you’re tired. I know it’s been a long road, but you have 20 more minutes between you and the cup. Do what you do best, please.”

“I- what?” Based on the expression on his face, he wasn’t expecting that response. 

“I will be right here at the end of this game, win or lose. Regardless of the outcome, I am proud of you and I love you. But I know your team would appreciate it if it was a win.” You smiled, and he finally took off his helmet. You could see him, truly, for the first time since you walked into the tunnel. 

“You’ll be right here? You love me?” He smiled and stepped closer to you. 

“Your team needs you now. I suspect Coach will come out here and have my head if you don’t get back in there.” He didn’t need to hear the confirmation, but you could tell in his eyes that he wanted it. He put on a protective shell for everyone else, but only you were the one who could see the little breaks where he let people in. 

“Driedger get your ass back in this damn locker room before I die of old age!” 

You were really gonna miss him next season.

“That’s my cue.” Before you could say no, he leaned in and placed his hand on the side of your face bringing you closer to him so he could place a kiss on your forehead. “See you in 20 minutes.” 

The rest of the game was absolutely electric. You could almost feel the arena vibrating beneath your feet. You wore his jersey proudly, bragging any time he made a save that he was your man. You could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest with every second that passed on the clock. 30 seconds left, a tie score, and the only thing between the Firebirds and a win was just a single goal. 

It was like the next 30 seconds passed in a blur. Hershey pulled their goalie in a desperate attempt to get an extra skater on the ice. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Chris leaving his goal like he was going to the bench but that wasn’t what he did. Shore passed him the puck from down the ice, the goal was left unattended, and the next thing you knew the arena exploded. The entire team jumped from the ice and you couldn’t see him anymore.

“ITS OVER ITS OVER, COACHELLA VALLEY IS A CITY OF CHAMPIONS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THEIR TEAMS HISTORY WITH THEIR FIRST GOALIE GOAL!” 

The scoreboard read 3-2. 

If you could have jumped the boards you would have. But you ran to the tunnel as fast as your legs would allow. You had to wait for the trophy ceremony and pictures and all of the other hockey politics before it was just the players and their families on the ice. Everyone on the team was telling him how well he did but the only person he had eyes for was you. 

“Were you saving that goal for a special occasion?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I gotta keep them on their toes.” He crossed the remaining space between you, and kissed you differently than he had before. This one said he wasn’t letting go.

“AYEEE DRIEDGS GET A ROOM MAN!”

“GOALIE GOAL’S GOT HIS GIRL!” You knew it was Stezzy just from the accent. You continued kissing Chris but also managed to give Aleš a very nice middle finger out of love of course. 

“Oh, and I love you too.” This man would be the death of you.

[lewishamiltonstuff]

He's so 🤏🏿

Source: my own screen recording. I know I'm very talent.