#not when he had the ponytail but like season 3

[momos-servants]

I froth at the mouth and start barking like a damn dog when I see Zuko in Armor and I Know Sokka does the same thing

[disneyprincemuke]

the overachiever * fem!driver

she's just a little competitive, that's all

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: YAUUUR i'm back with em femdriver updates dawg

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

oscar leans to the side as he avoids the ball hurled at him at seemingly an alarming rate — could have possibly taken his head off if he hadn’t moved fast enough — then turns back to the pair on the other side of the court. “oi!”

“loser!” she pumps her fist in the air and hops over to her teammate on her side of the court, hand lifted for a high-5. “do better.”

oscar rests a hand on his hip, chest heaving as he whirls around to where the ball had bounced to. “this was supposed to be a chill game. what is your problem?”

liam laughs, clutching his stomach as he threw his head back. he catches the girl’s hand and nods. “sore losers, aren’t they?”

“isn’t this your first time playing padel?” logan scowls. “how are you already so good at it?”

she shrugs as she puts her racket between her legs, readjusting her ponytail. “you know i can’t stand when i’m bad at things. of course, i prepared myself for today.”

when oscar had invited them out for a game of padel, he had expected it to be a first out of many short games. what nobody had expected, though, is for the girl — who claimed to know nothing of the sport just a week ago — to be absolutely dominating them on the court.

there is a reason they hadn’t invited the rest of their friends or anyone else from the grid. they just wanted to slowly take their time to learn the ropes of the game so that when the season goes underway, they don’t embarrass themselves when they get invited to games by other drivers.

but of course, the overachiever did her research and is already excelling to a certain extent. it’s just something they’d had to endure over the years: her in-explainable need to be good at everything immediately. if she’s not good at it from the get-go, she loses interest quickly.

“how? how could you have possibly prepared yourself for a game of padel? you didn’t even have a racket until 3 days ago,” logan scolds, throwing his arms in the air as the frustration slowly gets to him. there’s just something about her beating him in absolutely everything that’s sort of absurd. “i was literally with you when we went to get your stupid racket!”

“there’s this thing called youtube?” she hums with an eyebrow raised with the roll of her eyes. “and i asked fernando for some tips. so i’m kind of… like… a pro.”

“doesn’t make you a pro,” oscar scowls with a frown as he shakes his head. “makes you a bit of a nerd, though.”

“well i am graduating with a degree in information technology in a couple of months. so, perhaps, i could be a nerd,” she hums, with a giddy grin, “at least if the whole racing thing doesn’t work out… i have a way out. unlike you dropouts!”

“a woman in stem!” liam cheers. “if you graduate first class, i’ll buy you a car. what’s your current grades?”

she presses her lips together, nodding as she tries to formulate a plan for her education. “if i study harder for my final exam in a week, i could make that happen. i’m a pretty solid b grade student.”

“i meant a toy car, you freak,” liam frowns, scowling at her. “you think i’m getting paid loads as a reserve driver?”

“i overheard the team discussing you the other afternoon. who knows? we very well may be teammates next year.”

“i sure hope not,” logan butts in with a snort. “that wouldn’t do anyone any good — two idiots in the same team.”

she tilts her head, blinking innocently at him. “what do you mean? williams seems to be doing great with that kind of lineup this year.”

logan clenches his jaw, puckering his lips as he looks at her. “okay.”

“enough fighting,” oscar rolls his eyes. “ready to lose again, logan?”

the american sighs. “yeah, i guess.”

“god, don’t you know what a demonstration means?” max clutches his stomach, hunching over as the pain shoots through his torso. he watches the ball slowly bounce on the ground, right after hitting him in the stomach.

beside her, penelope giggles as she approaches max in concern. “are you okay, maxie?”

max shakes his head, glancing at the young child before dropping to his knees as he groans. “no, p. she bullied me!”

“she’s so strong!” penelope cheers, hopping over to the older girl with a screechy giggle. “but you should say sorry, maybe!”

“you’re right,” she grins, patting penelope on the head. “i’m sorry, max.” she leans down to max’s ear out of penelope’s hearing range. “that you got outplayed by a girl.”

max lifts his head to glare at her. they were just teaching penelope how to play football, the older girl describing earlier how to score effectively after she expressed interest in the sport. when she was asked to demonstrate the move, max didn’t expect her to kick the ball so hard.

“i knew that was coming. you’re so harsh!”

he was expecting a semi-strong kick to his stomach — something that he could catch and bear before they continued their small game of football. but no, she kicked the ball as hard as she could and almost incapacitated him.

though, perhaps incapacitated is too strong of a word. but he still does feel it in his gut, stumbling back in confusion when the ball came into contact with him.

can he really blame her, though? he sort of gets it: the need to be good at everything to please people. maybe it’s the eldest sibling trait.

“i was in varsity when i was in primary school,” she presses her lips together with a small smile. she holds her arms out to the younger girl and gestures towards her parent’s house. “i could get blythe to make us orange juice, p. do you want some?”

she sighs and drops her hands. “you can do better than that.”

logan drops his stance, his hands resting by the side of his body. “what do you mean? i don’t want to hit you so hard.”

“why? it’s not our first time sparring,” she scowls, wiping the side of her face on the sleeve of her shirt. she lifts her hands again, inside a pair of boxing gloves, and protects her face. “come on. hit me like you mean it.”

“i’m not going to hit you,” logan mutters. “we’re just warming up until benny and noah get here, right? that’s what you said.”

“yeah, but,” she darts a hand out, barely missing logan’s face when he leans back to avoid her punch, “i want a real challenge before they get here. come on, logan.”

but logan doesn’t fight back. instead, he takes several steps back when she tries to approach him, both arms darting out in an attempt to rile him up into a real spar.

“stop trying. i’m not doing this with you,” logan sighs, touching gloves with her everytime she tries to reach forward for him. “i know you were in martial arts growing up too, but i wasn’t. i’m just here because you asked me to be here.”

she grins. “exactly. so, fight back. don’t be a coward.”

“you’re not going to rile me up into a fight. i’m not you.”

“it works sometimes.” she dips down slightly and throws a punch into his stomach, prompting a huff as it hits him. “hit me back.”

“no way. stop asking me to do that.”

“coward.”

“okay.”

she touches his thigh with her feet, the taller boy stumbling slightly. “you’re just gonna let me do that to you? do something.”

“you’re not gonna get anything out of him.” a familiar voice makes both of you turn your head towards the door, benny walking in with a small smile and a gym bag over his shoulder. “very patient, this guy.”

“you clearly did not live in the same house as him for years,” she laughs, running over with her arms opens to get a hug. “will you spar with me until noah gets here? logan is so boring — he never hits me back.”

“hey!”

“sure! but you can’t cry when you lose.”

“maybe.”

sebastian tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “are you sure go-karting is what you wanna do over summer break? don’t you have other things to do?”

“we’ve done everything she wants to do,” oscar says begrudgingly as he puts his helmet on. “she cried this morning saying she misses racing.”

logan also looks tiredly at sebastian, shaking his head as he takes his helmet out of his bag. “i woke up to her sleeping on the couch hugging her helmet, by the way.”

the girl scoffs, punching logan’s arm as he unveils a secret he was sworn to never say to anybody else just this afternoon. “no, i was not!”

“ah, don’t be so shy about it,” sebastian smiles. “i also felt like that in my rookie year. all i could think of was being out on the track.”

“i guess i could study for my exams.” she exchanges glances with the 3 men around her before shrugging. “oh, well. time to race and beat your asses.”

“oh? you think you could be a 4-time world champion?” sebastian raises his eyebrows. “i’d like to see you try.”

“you clearly haven’t met me,” she hums, stopping in her track to turn around and face sebastian. she holds a hand out between them. “hi, i’m the most competitive girl you’ll ever meet. and i will beat you at go-karting today.”

while that doesn’t actually happen that evening, sebastian laughed as he climbed out of his go-kart at the end of their 10-minute race. she swears to him that someday she will be good enough to beat him in equal machinery (a go-kart).

which oscar begs to argue that she’s simply overdramatising the situation. but she just knows it’ll happen eventually.

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[heeseung64]

hear me out... basketball captain heeseung trying to impress cheerleader captain reader >_<

WHAT, LIKE ITS HARD?

when basketball captain heeseung finds it hard to get the attention of the sought after leader of the cheer squad, he manages to finally have an interaction with her.

SHORT ONE SHOT! BASKETBALL PLAYER HEESEUNG X CHEERLEADER LEADER Y/N

FLIRTING, CASUAL TALK [not proofread]

Heeseung likes to make it a tradition every game, setting a trap for you to talk to him every time the game ends. Whether it was a loss or not- it felt like he always won when he makes the cheersquad stay for a final talk, discussing the next games and the new approach to the next seasons.

Every game, he'd make you stay on the court just for a couple of minutes just to hear you complain and interact with him. His way of figuring a way to impress you was to be a "responsible and strong" leader, likewise to you. So of course he'd make you talk to him 'leader to leader', but lately, the meetings are so unnecessary you start to find him annoying- but for him? anything for you to say anything back.

Eventually, you made it so clear that you were tired of his excuses, making the team leave early so it was just you to confront him.

The court was empty and the only sound was the squeaking of Heeseung's shoes, his breath panting along as he swishes the ball into the basket- perfectly every time.

"I don't get why you want us to stay for a meeting, number 11." You say as you release your tight ponytail, glaring at the sweat that beaded off of the player's face.

"It's Captain Heeseung to you, pretty." He breathes, catching the ball before turning to you.

Heeseung couldn't help but smile at your aggression, but he quickly wipes it off, clearing his throat before turning away to shoot again.

"I just find it better when the girls listen in, makes us work as a team, y'know, since we have you as our moral support with your wonderful routine." Heeseung's voice echoes through the space as he dribbles the ball.

"I get that," You croak, walking further up to him as you watch him score. "But you only ask me questions? You realise theres more than just me to the team?" You start to get pettily angry, "And the only questions you ask me, is if you did well?" You stammer, watching him falter his steps towards you.

"Well," Heeseung turns, smirking as he catches the ball under his arm. "Did I do well?"

You find the proximity close, with the faint smell of his perfume still latching on to his skin, and his breath enough to tickle yours.

"You're asking me like you find it hard to play good, number 11." You talk back, earning a scoff from him. "As if cheering for me is harder, but by all means, you can continue to cheer for me as hard as you want. After all, I only see you looking for me." Heeseung stands before you, looking you down with a sly smirk on his face.

"How about we put this on a poll?" You chuckle, pushing his sly demeanour aside, snatching the ball off of him. Heeseung watches you in your changed clothes, comfy and determined as you dribble the ball in ease. Heeseung couldn't help but smile at the sound of your determination, and your footsteps along the court floor.

"If I shoot and score, no more meetings." You yell from the 3-pointer line, to which Heeseung rolls his eyes.

"You can't shoot that far,or wide! for a pretty girl like you it's too-"

swish!

Your laugh escapes your grin, with your hand still in the shooting position as you watch the captain's mouth agape. "What? Like it's hard?" you giggle, making heeseung's cheeks heat.

He finds your presence so alluring, and the way you smiled back at him melted his confidence, like all his built up moments to talk to you had lost itself- and now he remains clueless before you shove the ball into his chest.

"I'll give you a simple one, just in case it's too hard, Captain Heeseung." You catch his attention with his name out of your lips. You look at his eyes one more time before turning away.

"If you get it in, I'll cheer twice as hard for you for tomorrow's game, m'kay?"

You watch his eyes dart to the ball, swiftly taking it before launching it with his arms at the half court line, before it lands into the net, swishing perfectly from the momentum. You couldn't help but hide the fact that you were really impressed, wondering that maybe if you drove this much motivation in him, there would have been more games won.

"What?" He smirks, tugging your arm closer to him. You feel his grip differ from last time: confident, and cocky. He shows you a winning smile before turning around, "Like it's hard?" He mocks you, picking up your sports bag and his as takes you all the way out.

Needless to say he was determined to win that very next day afterschool. It was almost overtime, with both home and away one-upping each other, Heeseung called for a timeout, to which was peculiar of him- especially when its almost the end of the game.

Instead of anything technical, he runs to your aisle where you're cheering as loud as you can be, breathing heavily from the routine you choreographed. "Hey, pretty." Heeseung calls you.

"It's Captain Y/n to you." You reply, slightly worried as to why he completely ran only to you with his teammates waiting on him.

"If I make this shot and win, I'll take you out? for other important matters, leader to leader?" His brows furrow, waiting on a deal before he turns away.

You roll your eyes, chuckling before giving him a nod, to which he breaks a smirk before finishing the game with a half court shot- just as perfect as the one he through for you yesterday.

As the crowd cheers, the teams die down and Heeseung manages to pry away from his duties from the court, making his way towards you- his eyes never leaving yours.

"Captain Y/n, did I do well?" He asks again, before you break a smile. "I'll tell you how well you did over dinner, Captain Heeseung." You reply back, the girls with you cooing as he sends you a wink.

"I'll see you tonight then, pretty girl."

Was all heeseung could muster before dancing on his way home, happy that his plan eventually mustered up to be the greatest.

a/n: i hope it was an ok read 🙏🙏 i honeslty really enjoyed writing this so thank u anon 🥺💗💗 pls req more!!

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Whenever she wants (Hyunjin) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Hyunjin x f reader

Summary : A nice dinner with friends ends in a heated night for you and your husband.

Genre/warnings : Fluff plot with some (long ass) context, ends in smut. Unprotected sex (don't do it you fools), some mutual touching, f oral receiving, coming inside (with a purpose ;) but no breeding kink per sé) STRICTLY 18+

Word count : 5.4 k

A/n : This a sequel to my Baby Fever one shot, but it can also be read as a standalone, you decide <3. This one has been requested by a few people, so I hope both you and them enjoy it!

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

Part 3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a cold evening in the middle of winter season, end of November to be precise. One of Hyunjin's favorite football teams, which also happened to be one your best friend's husband favorite too, was playing tonight. You weren't exactly an expert in the matter, but according to your husband, it was gonna be a big night.

So, in the end, you all decided to go out to have dinner together. You've already been to that pub before, it was a quite small but very nice and cozy place owned by equally nice people.

You friend texted you a couple of hours before, informing you that a few other people would be joining you. She apologized in advance, expressing her slight annoyance, but she also mentioned how these people essentially took her husband's mention of his plans as an invitation.

You were in fact a little annoyed too, but responded quickly not to worry about it and that in any case the men would've been busy freaking out and being loud away from your table. You knew that neither Hyunjin or your friend's husband were gonna be the type to lose their shit for a sports match in public, so you didn't really care.

Around seven pm you and your husband were ready to go. You turned around to pick up your bag and saw him getting out of the room's bathroom, fixing the dark gray wool sweater's cuffs. His black hair were tied in a half up ponytail, shiny and soft looking. His look was completed with black fitting jeans, gray sneakers, and a silver metal watch that matched the buckle of his leather belt.

He must've felt your gaze on him, so he looked up and smiled sweetly while picking up his long coat from the hanger.

"Are you ready?" you ignored his question, jokingly crossing your arms to your chest, barely hiding a smirk.

"Don't you think that you look a little too good?" he huffed out a laugh, finishing to button up the dark coat. He then walked towards you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"Not as good as my wife. Shall we go?" he retorted. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the cheesy response, but nonetheless you still smiled.

"Yeah, sure, let's go"

-

In about fifteen minutes you reached the pub. The parking lot was quite busy, you noticed. Hyunjin rested his hand on your back as you walked towards the entrance, and slid it around your waist to pull you closer when you had to make your way in between the standing people and the tables.

You were looking around, trying to find your friends, until you heard your husband gasp dramatically and remove his hand gently from your back. You turned your head and saw a small baby, followed by his dad, running clumsily into the arms of the man who had now squatted down.

"Woah look who I found! If this isn't my favorite nephew!" you laughed at his funny tone. The boy fell into Hyunjin's arms, only for him to pick him up, walking back to his dad.

You followed suit, the baby smiled at you, babbling your name and reaching his hand out. You scrunched up your nose in a smile, grabbing the little hand gently and saying hi back.

"Thank you for catching this scoundrel. I almost lost him about three times in the span of twenty minutes." you both couldn't help but laugh at his 'tired dad' tone, and gave him a quick hug.

"He's a little runner, this one" you replied, eyeing your friend's slightly zoned out expression. You couldn't help but bite back an amused smile. She really wasn't enjoying whatever conversation the other 'extra' people at the table were having and it was quite obvious, to you at least.

"Heard we're having some extra company." your tone was ironic as you slightly nodded you head towards the table. There must've been around ten people in total, some couples among them too. Your friend's husband huffed, giving you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, guys. I happened to mention our plans to one colleague and suddenly everyone and their damn partners decided to tag along for some reason." you put your hand on his arm for a second, reassuring him that you were kidding. You knew he was too polite anyway to even try to say something.

"It's alright. Let's just go- wait where's Hyune?" you both looked around and found him standing near a big aquarium, the almost two year old still in his arms. He was pointing at something, talking to the baby who seemed hypnotized with the bright lights and colors of the fish.

You couldn't help but smile and stare at them, forgetting everyone else for a second.

"Oh thank God, you're here. I swear if I have to listen to one more word about your fuckass boss-" your friend had joined you, making her presence quite clear. You blinked a couple of times, coming back to reality and turning to give her a hug.

"Of course it's the boss talk at an off duty dinner." you replied, ironically. She smiled in amusement, shaking her head. She must've noticed Hyunjin and her son, because her eyes softened and a 'aw' left her mouth.

"He really is perfect, isn't he?" she commented, clearly trying to mess with her husband that instantly pouted.

"What? But what about me? Your own husband?" he was obviously playing along but the interaction wasn't any less funny for that.

"My husband, just had to chase around a eighteen months old for three times in a row." she stressed the words "My husband" just like he did, making you laugh harder.

"But he's lucky both me and him love him very much." she concluded, kissing his cheek. Hyunjin had started to walk back to you, the child suddenly walking on his own legs again, holding his hand for support.

"But maybe he likes his uncle Hyunjin better, uh?" she said again, her voice high pitched and in baby talk mode. She bent down, opening her arms for her little boy that giggled and called out her 'mommy' adorably. Her husband comically sighed at his wife's teasing but quickly smiled, pinching gently his son's cheek.

Hyunjin was also smiling brightly at the sight as he joined your side, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing your head softly. You resisted the urge to nuzzle his neck and instead patted his chest gently, following with "C'mon, let's go meet these colleagues. Or they'll think that we want to avoid them."

"I wish." Your friend jumped slightly to adjust the baby in her arms, rolling her eyes.

-

You ended up joining the rest of the people at the table, introducing yourselves to everyone. The dinner proceeded quite smoothly, with you and Hyunjin mostly keeping to yourselves.

Not for any particular reason, but you didn't know them, and besides, your friend wasn't totally wrong when she said that all they were talking about was work and topics related to it. You did get a few questions though, especially nosy ones.

"So, how long have you been together?" one of the women asked politely. She was probably one of the more quieter ones, and you could tell that she just wanted to make some small talk.

"We have known each other for some time, but we've been actually been together for three years, and now just a little less than six months married." you responded, a small smile playing on your lips. You saw Hyunjin look at you lovingly and mirroring the smile with the corner of your eye.

"Oh that's really sweet, you seem like such lovebirds." she chuckled, placing a hand on her own husband's wrist. He was distracted by talking with other people but still quickly acknowledged her with a small smile before going back to his conversation.

Before either of you could add anything, another female voice interjected. This other woman was also older, maybe in her forties or early fifties. She rested her chin on her joined hands, elbows on the table. Her gaze was ambiguous and, you noticed, quite fixed on Hyunjin.

"Aren't you a little young to settle down?" about three or four people, including both of your friends, suddenly seemed to start to pay attention to the conversation.

"I mean, if I were you ...I would've simply waited a little more. What if you suddenly felt attracted to someone else? The 'divorce-at-twenty-or so-year old' doesn't look that good on a resume" you felt Hyunjin slightly shift uncomfortably next to you, his arm currently extended behind you, resting on the chair's edge.

"A resume?" you inquired, tilting your head imperceptibly to the side and raising an eyebrow. She smirked for a second, probably noticing how you purposefully avoided commenting on the first part of the discourse. Your face screamed 'It's none of your fucking business' and everyone probably caught up on it.

Your husband certainly did, because his fingertips started to lightly move on your shoulder, in an effort to calm you down. He wouldn't have gotten involved in such a shitty discussion, but he also knew that you wouldn't turn your cheek so easily.

"A relationship resume. Or past experience pillowtalk after some fun, if you will." she shrugged. Your friend suddendly decided to send her husband to take a walk with their kid, fearing the conversation to become vulgar. Of course her, being her protective and polemic self, she wouldn't miss it.

He caught up quickly and took the boy by the hand, guiding him towards the big screen where some of his other colleagues and people had already gathered to watch the game start.

"That's quite the thought process." you replied, not exactly trying to hide the hint on venom in your tone. "But, regardless, I think that mature people wouldn't care about such details. Especially if they don't want anything to do with you after." the woman finally shifted her gaze to you. You could tell that she was a little taken aback, but didn't react much.

"You know, the fun." you added finally, taking a sip of your soft drink. Hyunjin sighed softly, munching on his lip to hide a smile.

Your friend casually put her hand over her mouth for a second, trying not to react too much. The other people listening also either looked away or cleared their throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, maybe." she gave up, also taking a sip from her alcholic drink. Maybe that's why she chose to embarrass the fuck out of herself, you thought.

"Either way, we are very happy right now, which is what matters at the end of the day. Other people can do whatever they want." your head snapped to look at Hyunjin, which you didn't expect would even respond. But you were glad that he felt the need to remark that, especially since that woman was clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, thinking maybe that he would've cowered out. But he didn't.

And with that, this weired conversation ended and suddenly, almost to break the icy vibe that fell over your table, you heard very loud cheering. You saw that a lot more people were getting up to get more drinks and gather closer to both the big screens at opposite ends of the large room to see the team play.

-

Hyunjin ended up getting dragged along with your friend's husband and their son, and with the rest of the crowd, so your friend took the chance to ask you to get a breath of fresh air. Which of course was code for 'let's get out of here and rant, please'. You followed her outside, throwing your jacket around your shoulders to shelter yourself from the cold.

"What was that fucking woman thinking? Imagine if it was in fact, a work dinner. I imagine what kind of 'resume' she would have, pft" she immediately blurted out, crossing her arms to tighten her own coat around herself.

You rolled your eyes, sighing deeply. You kind of wanted to tease her about having a dirty mouth as soon as her son wasn't around, but if you had to be honest, you still felt somewhat upset.

"I have no fucking idea. Did you see how shameless she was? Looking Hyunjin up and down like she wanted to fucking devour him." you spat out, looking around to distract yourself. You felt extremely irritated. And maybe a bit jealous, but mostly irritated at the fact that someone would have the audacity to just behave in such a manner with you present.

Like, you were standing beside him, he had his arm around you, and yet she still tried to make you look fucking dumb and being shameless with a married man. Not gonna lie, it's hard to think about someone who wouldn't be attracted to Hyunjin, but damn?

"I know, right?" you friend agreed, "But remember who actually does get to 'fucking devour him'." she added in a teasing tone, quoting your words with her fingers. Your head snapped back at her, a little taken aback from the sudden mood shift. But you wouldn't expect anything less than a whiplash from her, and you loved her for it.

"Yeah, right." you bit the inside of your cheek, miserably trying to hide your smirk. She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers.

"And he made it pretty clear, too. What a sight it was." she teased you again, "You know what else was a sight? Him being so effortlessly attractive while playing with a kid. I still don't know how you don't have one yet, y/n." she dramatically sighed, making you chuckle.

"It's in our plans. At first we agreed to wait until after the wedding. Then, if you remember, the birth control gave me some issues, so the doctor recommended to take it easy for some time. Of course we both agreed and then just... I don't know, I mean the conversation hasn't come up again in the last four months I guess." she nodded, remembering you mentioning your visits to her.

"But you're okay now, right?" you nodded back, responding with a yes, and that it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed.

"Well then, you better hurry up, or you'll have to have twins to catch up to me." your eyes widened, taking in the phrase for a couple of seconds.

"Shut the fuck up! Are you pregnant again!?" you exclaimed, probably a little too loudly, because a couple of people, that were also outside, gave you a look. Your friend laughed, shushing you. You brought both hands to your mouth, still genuinely shocked at the news.

"Yes, keep it down. I still haven't told him yet." she said, just a little shyly. You pulled her into a hug.

"Congratulations, oh my God? Also, why? You know he's gonna be so happy!" you reassured her, pulling back to look at her.

"And also, how long have you known? You gave birth less than two years ago" she laughed nervously, but still humorously.

"I found out just about a week ago. The test said around three weeks, so I'm not sure. I'll tell him and then book an appointment, I think." her tone was serious at first, but then she shrugged casually, failing to hide a guilty smile.

"Turns out that not even sleepless nights and an unhinged eighteen months baby can't cancel out the horniness." your mouth went agape and you slapped her arm jokingly.

"You rabbits! Oh my God!" you both laughed. Just at that moment, the pub's door opened, showing Hyunjin looking around for you. His eyes quickly found yours and he smiled sweetly, walking towards you.

"Aren't you cold?" he spoke softly, standing behind you and rubbing your arms gently. You turned your head, giving him a peck on the lips.

"It's fine. She keeps me on the edge." you joked. You friend snorted a laugh, clicking her tongue humorously.

"What's the topic?" he asked jokingly. You both shook your heads, laughing a little.

"Just girls talk. Is the game over yet?" she cheked her phone to see the hour. Hyunjin nodded. "Yeah, they were pretty quick, almost half an hour early. We won though, that's the important thing." he smiled proudly. You chuckled, extending your arm above your shoulder to cup his cheek with your hand.

"Of course it is, honey." your friend bit her lip to hide a smile and decided to leave you two be. She sighed and moved past you, towards the entrance.

"Well then, congratulations for the winning night. I'm gonna grab my two fanboys and go to bed, feeling kinda tired after all that shit talk." both you and Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh at that. You bid her goodnight, agreeing that you coming back inside to say bye to those people wasn't all that necessary, and then walked back to your car.

-

The car ride was pretty quiet, except some small talk about the dinner, but neither of you really mentioned that one wired conversation. You arrived and walked back inside hugging, and after that you each changed clothes and got comfortably in bed.

"You still smell damn good, by the way." you commented, hugging his torso while nuzzling his neck. He was halfway sat straight, his back against the bed frame.

He was holding you close with one arm while absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, something about social media posts of the game. The dim, warm toned light of the bedside lamp making you sleepy.

"Oh yea?" he smirked down at you, "Then that perfume money were well spent." you just hummed in agreement, closing your eyes and relaxing. He waited a couple of seconds before speaking again.

"By the way... I'm sorry for what happened tonight. If I knew that a wired person like that would've stirred up shit, I would've canceled the whole thing." you re-opened your eyes, looking up at him, your hand gently stroking his stomach.

"It's not your fault, Hyune. I actually wanted to thank you for speaking up. You didn't even had to acknowledge her, to be honest. I know how much you hate these situations." you respond, genuinely. He locked the phone, putting it on his bed side table, and turned on his side to look at you directly.

"I'm still sorry. Also, of course I had to. You're my wife, my partner, my love. I wouldn't let anybody have a word on it. Especially thirsty women old enough to be my mother." you hid your face in his shoulder, laughing. He chuckled, happy that he managed to make you smile.

"Can't really blame her, at the end of the day." you said, starting to leave featherlight kisses on his neck. He swallowed, making his adam's apple go up and down.

"What, mmh- what do you mean?" he stuttered, clearing his throat. At the same time, he started to slide his fingertips up and down your back. As a response, your kisses got messier. You gave the skin small kitten licks and light bites.

"Don't play coy, you know you're hot" you laughed faintly, starting to lift his shirt to move your kisses to the skin of his abs, stomach and slowly to his ribs. His breaths started to get deeper, and he even let out a small moan.

"What about it?" he responded, cocky. You smiled against his skin, deciding to descent again with your mouth, teasing him closer to the southern zone where you could feel he was getting hard.

"That it's reasonable to think why someone would want to fuck you into next week" he hummed, so deeply that you could feel the vibrations where your mouth met his body.

He then gently cupped you face, making you lean back so that he could latch his lips to yours in a deep kiss. He interrupted the kiss to talk and you lowkey whined at the loss, making him laugh lightly.

"Maybe. But then again, you know who actually gets to fuck me into next week?" he spoke lowly, making you shiver. He was waiting for a response, but you were already too dizzy on his kisses to notice.

His fingers gripped your face gently, making you look at him. His eyes, shiny and intense, looking into yours.

"Your wife" you whispered, turning your head slightly to take his thumb into your mouth, and started sucking on it. At that point he groaned, removing his hand from your face and switching positions so he was now hovering over you.

"Fucking right you do" he attacked your neck and collarbone, pulling your shirt down to expose more of your skin. You quickly pushed him back slightly, grabbing the hem of his shirt to take it off of him, and he did the same with you, leaving you completely bare since you weren't wearing a bra.

"I'm yours, and yours only" he said breathless but with such intensity that it elicited a moan from you. His mouth started to kiss, nip, suck and lick at one of your tits, while he grabbed the other one with just enough strength to get you even more lightheaded.

"Fuck- Hyunjin" you gasped when he grazed one of your nipples with his teeth, "And I'm yours" you managed to respond, your fingers tangled in between his dark locks, lightly pushing him onto your chest.

He suddenly detached from you, making you whine at the loss, and also at the sudden chilly air hitting the wet spots on your breasts, where his mouth was just seconds before. Hyunjin didn't waste time, removing both your tracksuit pants and underwear in one go, disposing of them on the ground next to the bed.

"Yes, my pretty wife" he kissed your hips and then up your legs messily, "Only mine"

"My beautiful love" he whispered. You could've melted on the spot at his words, if only the fact that he was now licking and biting the inside of your thighs wasn't making you mad with desire.

"Hyun- Hyunjin, please" you couldn't stop the desperate tone in your voice, and it amused him. He chuckled against the skin on your thigh, moving his right hand from your hip to your pussy.

You had closed your eyes in the meantime, so the sudden touch, even though featherlight, made you gasp and look down. His mouth was still leaving kisses on the upper inside part of your thigh, so close yet so far to the zone where you needed him the most.

"I liked how you put that woman in her place" his voice mixed with humor while his fingers had started to spread your wetness around, up and down your slit and then around your clit, which made you buck into him a little.

"What-" you were confused for a second, that awful person completely out of your mind already.

"You're really hot when you get mad, you know?" he kept going, his fingers kept on touching your pussy, until he teased your entrance with just two fingertips. Your hands gripped the sheets, your chest going up and down deeply.

"You have this habit... this cute thing where you go like this-" as he said it, he tilted his head to the side, looking up at you as he took a long lick throught your slit, from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned loudly, that single lick making your body physically twitch. The whole thing was becoming too much and you felt the corner of your eyes get wet with tears.

"Hyunjin, stop it and just get to work already" you blurted out, looking at him with such a serious frown that it made him chuckle again.

"Exactly what I mean" he responded, and after that really got to work. His whole mouth started to alternate open mouthed kisses and licks on your whole slit, but then mainly focused on your clit when two on his fingers easily entered you.

"Ah- yes, so good, Hyune" you mumbled, your mind fogged by the pleasure your husband was giving you. He hummed against you at the praise and started to move his hand faster, wet and lewd sounds proved just how absolutely drenched you were at that point.

After a couple of minutes he really started to suck harder on your clit while moving his fingers inside you in a come hither motion, and that was it for you. You came on his hand and mouth, your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes shut, breath heavy. He took all that you gave him, and then some more.

"Good girl" he mumbled after gently parting his lips from your pussy, still lightly touching you to allow you to come off your high slowly.

"My beautiful girl, so pretty" he positioned himself back up to your side, his clean hand coming up to move the few hairs that got stuck on your slightly sweat covered forehead.

"You did so well for me" he said again, kissing your head, and then completely pulling away from you to bring his still completely wet fingers to his mouth, sucking on them.

You looked at him, his eyes shiny from excitement, his forehead also lightly covered in sweat, his full lips wrapped around his own fingers. The same ones that he had used on you. He looked beautiful, so hot and erotic...a sight to behold. He was also looking down at you warmly, lovingly.

You didn't say anything and just reached out to gently remove his fingers from his mouth, and then kiss him. The kiss was slow, sensual and deep, a lot of tongue and licking, biting lips involved.

Your hand went down to reach for his pants, but he gently took your wrist to stop you.

"I'm okay, my love. You don't have to-" you interrupted him with a kiss, your hand sliding into his pants and then boxers. He moaned lowly in your mouth when you started to palm him and stroke his length.

"Take them off" you mumbled against his lips, and he nodded absentmindedly, using just one hand to get the job done, and just like that he was at your mercy.

You were about to slide down to his hips level to reciprocate the favor, but once again he cupped your cheek.

"If you want me to fuck you, I'm afraid that we'll have to have a raincheck on that, my love." he laughed faintly and a little embarrassed. You smiled at him softly, nodding.

"Aright then, but now it's my turn. Let me ride you, baby" you said sensually, eliciting a moan from him when you switched positions, and now he was laying down beneath you. You left a trail of wet kisses on his body but didn't waste time to reach his cock. It was perfect, in your opinion.

Smooth, on the longer side and just the perfect amount of girth that you could take while also feeling full. It's like it was made for you. He was made for you.

You completed each other in such perfect ways in everything, that you couldn't help to think that maybe this is what those romantic people refer to when they talk about 'soulmates'.

You spit on your hand, for good measure, since you were still more than enough wet and ready for him. You straddled him, your heat hovering barely over his hard cock.

You took him in your hand, slowly pumping a couple of times from base to tip. A couple of drops of pre cum swirled down your fingers and it was at that moment that you took a decision. You eyed him from under your lashes and saw that he was already so worked up that he had to keep his eyes shut and breathe deeply to not cum too fast.

So you didn't waste any more time and just positioned his cock at your entrance, sinking down on it slowly. His hips involuntarily bucked up, making his tip reach your deepest point. That chain of events made you both gasp loudly and then moan.

"Y/n, baby, I'm not gonna last long" he warned, breathless. You shushed him with a finger to his lips. You started to ride him slowly but steadily, making sure to covering his entire length in the process.

Hyunjin moaned softly, mouth agape and eyes half closed but still focused on you. His hands went to either sides of your waist and hips, then ass, to accompany your movements. You started to kiss him deeply while going a little faster, making sure to move your hips around.

It was making him go insane, so he just decided to catch you by surprise and sit up, your body flushed against him, his whole arms wrapped around you as he fucked up into you. Your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders, your fingertips gripping so hard to leave white dots on his tan skin.

"Fuck- y/n I'm so close baby-" he spoke, his mouth latched to your neck. You nodded, following his movements with your hips to encourage him.

"Wait- y/n, we didn't use a condom" he groaned "I gotta- fuck, I gotta pull out" he sounded desperate, so you reassured him again, making sure to let your intentions clear this time.

"It's okay, baby. I want you to come inside me." he slowed down his movements, looking you in the eyes in shock.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his genuine concern so sweet. You nodded, kissing him deeply again and speeding up you hips movements. Then you leaned to his ear, whispering "I want you to make me a mommy"

That phrase must've triggered something in him, because you suddenly found yourself on your back, again. Hyunjin over you, his cock still painfully hard inside you.

"That what you want, pretty girl? You want to be a mommy?" he teased slowly, in stark comparison to the deep strokes that he was giving you. You gasped, the rhythm leaving you breathless.

"I want to make you a daddy" you responded, your hands going up to cup his face and bring him closer to you to kiss him.

You gasped again, leaving his mouth and looking down. He had pressed one of his hands on the very low part of your belly, causing you such an overwhelming pleasure that you couldn't breathe.

"Then you're gonna be a good girl and take everything that I give you, right my beautiful wife?" his hips sped up, clearly searching for release. But of course he wouldn't come before you did, so his other hand went to work on your clit with fast strokes.

The mixture of his cock inside you, his hand on your clit and the other one pressing down on your lower belly was enough for you, and that's when you came. You saw fucking heaven, if you had to be honest.

"Oh my- fucking God, Hyunjin, oh yes, yes yes" you cried out, holding onto him for dear life. Your moans of pleasure and your pussy clenching so hard around him was his last drop, so not even after a couple of seconds he came too.

He came so hard that he had to lay on you for some time to calm down. You just held his head against your chest, caressing his hair. Both of you sticky and sweaty by now.

You relished in the feeling of his cum inside you, something that you haven't been feeling for months. Hyunjin slowly moved off you, and you both hissed when you lost contact, both still very raw and sensitive. He was panting, sitting back on his calves, admiring the mess that both of you made.

He then gently closed your legs, making you stay on your side, while he positioned himself behind you as the big spoon. He also threw the sheets on the both of you, to stay warm. A few minutes passed before any of you said anything.

"Why is it always like this between us?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice. Your drowsiness was taking the lead on you, but you fought it off.

"Like what?" You replied, couldn't help but to yawn. He hugged you closer, his hand going to rest on your lower belly.

"Messy. Impulsive. Now that I think about it, our wedding day was the only organized day of our entire relationship." you both chuckle.

"It's okay. We're doing it out of love, so it's okay." you reassured him. He hummed in agreement.

"Look at us, not even parents yet and already setting bad examples for our kids." he continued, making you laugh and hide your face in his arm.

"We're going to do great." you concluded, a sweet smile on your face at the thought of your future with Hyunjin.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[milunalupin]

— full moon farms

Part One: Potter's Pumpkins

james potter x reader ★ 795 words

thank you to the lovely @ttulipwritezz for helping me out <3

When Pandora had invited you to come to the farm she worked at, you assumed you would be wandering around the attractions together.

"There's tons to do here, and my shift is only for a few more hours!" your best friend squeezed your hands and smiled apologetically.

You knew it wasn't with mal-intent, having you come by yourself. Having just moved into town, your old dormmate thought it would be a good idea to meet the locals and get out of your flat. You supposed you should stay and look around since you're already here, although the chilly autumn breeze had you wishing you hadn't forgotten your jacket back home.

"Have fun, love you!" she blew you a kiss as her perfectly manicured hands pulled her hair up into a ponytail. You held back a sigh as you watched her blonde curls bounce back to the cafe.

You take it you should start somewhere, so you head the closest attraction, the pumpkin patch. The cobblestone trail was adorned with autumn-colored flags and pumpkin-shaped fairy lights. At the entrance of the patch stood a wooden archway with a hand painted sign reading 'Potter's Pumpkins'.

Multitudes of younger kids ran around, warming your heart as some attempted to pick up the larger pumpkins, or begged their parents for a mini one to take home. To your left were multiple tables that were covered in what looked like the aftermath of a pumpkin massacre.

"Afternoon! Is there anything I can help you with?"

A surprised gasp escaped you as you almost ran into the tall stranger, your hand laid over your chest.

"Oh," your response came late, not wanting to offend the man standing before you by laughing at his stereotypical red flannel and overalls, "No, just walking around, thank you."

He smiled brightly as if he hadn't noticed your hesitancy, his shirt buttons struggling to stay together as he lifted an arm to run a hand through his curls.

“What a shame! You just missed the pumpkin carving contest. Little Christopher carved a wicked design—first prize was a free hayride and a dozen donuts from the café.” Sighing, he nodded toward the chaotic scene of orange pulp you had observed just moments before.

"That's nice, we didn't have anything like this back home." you smiled.

"Well, allow me to give you a little tour then, follow me."

As he walked you around around the patch, James explained explained to you the origins of Full Moon Farms, how it was his friend Remus' uncle's farm and him and his friends grew up on these grounds. Eventually the old man retired, leaving the property to Remus, who then with the help of James and their other friend Sirius made it into a local attraction during the autumn season.

"I really want the kids to have a good time here, so we also do carving contests, painting, and sack races."

James points out your untied shoelace, so you two take a break on a nearby bench. Before you could full sit down he was already on one knee pulling on your laces.

"Not pulling too tight, am I?"

You shook your head no, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. As soon as he finished tying your shoes, he sat beside you on the old bench, jumping into a friendly interrogation. You answered his questions about your background and reasons for moving to this little town happily. In return he gave you great recommendations on shops and restaurants to try in town.

He was very expressive when he spoke, his hands waving anywhere and everywhere, while his bright eyes danced around your face, his smile growing with every positive reaction you gave him. You quietly wonder if it's the autumn chill or the look he's giving you that sends a shiver through you.

Once you circle back to his booth, he reaches behind the counter and pulls out a miniature pumpkin, "Welcome to town, this one's on me."

"Oh I can't," you shook your head, pushing the orange squash back into his hands.

"You can," he grins, putting his larger hands over yours to move his offering back to you, "I insist."

"That's really sweet of you James, thank you so much."

"Well, I'm glad Pandora dragged you out here, it was nice meeting you." his eyes trailed from the pumpkin in your hands up to your face, quickly fixing his posture and moving his gaze as it wasn't very professional to be staring at you this long. "Um, if you're not sure where to go next, I'd recommend the haunted house down this way, left of the popcorn cart."

Cradling your new pumpkin, you thanked and waved goodbye to the bespectacled man and followed the wooden fences to the next attraction.

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 9 - Life is a Highway

Well FP1 was a shit show. I’m so sad and angry for what happened with Carlos. Because of this, I will be writing as though the red flag didn’t happen and reader gets to do the full practice. There will be a short update chapter after the race on Sunday. I’m going to start regular chapter updates instead of doing chapters when anything happens in real life. So the augmented 2024 season will start before 2024 actually starts. And don’t forget to let me know if you want to be tagged and/or you aren’t getting updates! Enjoy <;3 

You could feel everything as you closed your eyes. 

The hum of the car as it rattled to life. It breathed. You breathed.

The wire on your cheek as it dug into your skin, ready to use to talk to Mitch. But not yet. 

The roughness of the gloves on your fingertips met the juxtaposition of the smooth steering wheel. The buttons ready to be pushed to activate the controls on the car. But not yet. 

The squish of your face was trapped by the padding of the helmet. Hair tickled your neck from where it sat in ponytail, ready to fly around your shoulders as the wind picked up with acceleration. But not yet. 

Your feet itched to press into the pedals, confined by the tight shoes on your feet. But not yet. 

The tube sat comfortably on your lips, begging you to take a sip. But not yet.

You blinked. Everything came back into focus. 

Looking up, Christian was looking down at you. He said something, but it was muffled. You shot a thumbs up to him, hoping that would be a good enough answer. He pat your sparkly helmet and walked away.

You would be driving after Lando. Max would be let out first, followed by Charles, then Lando, and then you. The screen on your car reflected harshly off your eyes. You wished you could put your visor down. 

You looked over, and through the little gaps, saw Max, looking focused as ever. You wished he’d turn to at least look at you. But he never did. You sighed and looked back to the screen in front. You hadn’t spoken in a while, you just couldn’t get the words out. 

What you didn’t see was Christian and Mitch, looking at you from the wall. 

“She’s quiet,” Mitch mused. “She was happy and bubbly all night, and now she’s quiet.”

Christian just looked at your helmet, that hardly moved an inch since you got into the car. He’d think that you’d be head bobbing side to side in excitement. He suddenly stood straighter, not leaning on the wall, and walked over to Max’s car. He tapped the top of his helmet, getting Max’s attention. 

“Everything all right Christian?” 

“It’s the kid.” He pointed at you, who was currently looking down, visor shut. Max thought it was weird. Were you taking a nap? 

“What’s the matter?” His Dutch accent heavy with concern. 

“She’s quiet.” 

Max wanted to get out to check on you, but there were only five minutes to go before the practice started. 

“Is her radio connected?” Christian nodded. “Then patch me through.” 

You had decided to close your visor, so people wouldn’t see the panic in your eyes. What if you messed up? Crashed. Broke the car. Impeded on someone. Get a penalty for Checo. Hit another driver. 

You were so stuck in your head that you missed the call of a familiar voice. 

“-id. Kid. You have to listen to me.” Your head shot up and looked over at the number 1 car. Max waved and pointed to his helmet, trying to get you to listen. 

“I’m listening.” Your first words since you entered the car almost thirty minutes ago. 

“Are you ok?” 

“I feel like my stomach is in my throat,” you answered honestly. 

Max hummed. “You know what I like to do to calm down when I get nervous.” 

You scoffed. “You? Nervous? I didn’t think that those two things could even be in the same sentence.” 

You could practically hear the roll of Max’s eyes. “Yes, everyone get’s nervous. Don’t tell him I told you but Lando almost peed his pants his first time.” 

“He did not.�� You let out a little laugh, calming down one moment at a time. 

“He did. He’ll blame it on a water leak though.” 

“Ok fine. What does the great Max Verstappen do to calm down.” You knew that the minutes were draining the more you talked. 

He was quiet before he spoke, “I like to hum the Dutch anthem.” You could not help the laugh that bubbled from your mouth. 

“You do not!” you giggled, “tell me that this is a joke!” You were tearing up from laughing so hard. 

On the wall, Mitch and Christian listened in to your conversation with their big headphones, laughing silently at the Dutchman’s confession. 

Once you calmed down, Max spoke again, “You should try it with a song that you like. I’m about to go out, but you have some time before you follow Lando. You’re gonna do great kid.” 

“Thanks Max.” You watched him drive out into the pit lane and disappear around the corner. You pressed your radio button for Mitch. 

“Hey Mitch, can you play a song for me?” 

“I’m already on it kid.” 

The car breathed. You breathed. 

The crowd listened as the familiar voice of David Croft picks up. 

“So we have the current world champion leading this practice, followed by Charles Leclerc. Once the Dutchman and Monegasque are on their flying laps, Lando Norris will be let loose, and he is followed by brand new reserve rookie driver Y/n L/n.” 

Another host speaks up, “This will be her first time driving with the big boys. I wonder if she can keep up.” 

David continues, “Well, if you look at the stats, she has shown that she can keep up. Red Bull released her practice lap time for their track, and she was able to beat our very own Max Verstappen’s practice time. And – what is that on her radio?” 

The producers tuned in and opened your radio for everyone to hear. 

“Is that the song from Cars?” 

You were mumbling as you drove around, heating the tires. “Life’s like a road that you travel on,” you turned on one of the various corners, “When there’s one day here,” you moved out of Max’s way, “and the next day gone.” 

With each lyric, you were feeling more comfortable. Mitch’s smile did not go away as she held her phone up to the headset. The song was now blasting throughout the garages. 

Logan had taken his helmet to listen in for a moment. He found himself mouthing the words as well with a huge smile. New best friend?

Once the song ended, you were much more comfortable in the car. You hit the radio button. “Thank you Mitch.” 

“Anything for you kid. Now let’s bring you in, go over some data, then set a lap time. Right now Leclerc is at 1 minute, thirty-five point 265 seconds.” 

“Copy, I’m headed in now. The turn is a bit hard to handle though to enter the pit,” you mentioned.  

“We’ll go over that.” 

You pulled your car parallel to the garage and were carefully lifted and rolled back. You raised your visor so that you could see the screen better. This time around, you were much more talkative and vocal about how you were feeling. From to your right, without your knowledge, Max was looking at you with a big smile. Your hands were flying everywhere as you talked to one of the mechanics, who was softly nodding along to whatever you were saying. 

You were put out on soft tires with a few more minutes to go. If you were going to take fastest lap, it would be now. 

Once again, you headed out, Max this time was on your tail. You knew your tires. Max watched you go another two laps. 

He pushed his radio button to talk to GP. “What is she doing?” he questioned, surprised that you hadn’t taken your flying lap yet. Almost all of the cars were done: it was just the two of you left. 

“Checking.” Max was worried that you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. But you did. You always knew. 

“GP?” Max said again. 

From the commentators box, David spoke up. “Seems like the rookie is taking a leisure drive up the straight.” 

The same producer followed, “She’s on softs but isn’t using them fresh? Does she know what she’s doing.” 

GP finally answered, “I talked to her strategist. She just told me to tell you to go around her and start you lap. She will finish behind you.” 

Max wanted to argue, but didn’t. He quickly passed you, starting his flying lap. When he was rolled into the garage, you finally told the team that you were going to go for it. Max by then had stepped out of the car and was given a set of headphones. 

He was enthralled by the way that you sent the car flying down the straight, much faster than he had. The screen showed that every corner that you turned had been maximized. Under the first two sections, a green negative number showed how quickly you were going, much faster than Charles had. 

By now, everyone’s eyes were on you, and you didn’t have a clue. 

You breathed. The car breathed. 

Everyone else was holding their breath as you made you way down the final straight. 

David could be heard, “And there she goes down the main straight. Is she going to make it?” Your car zoomed over the finish line and everyone’s head turned to see your finishing time. 

“AND THAT IS ONE MINUTE AND THRITY FOUR POINT 000 SECONDS FOR Y/N L/N! A FULL SECOND AND SOME FASTER THAN THE FERRARI!” 

Cheers from the Red Bull garage erupted at the news. Everyone could tell though that Max and Christian were the most proud. You, however, were still in the car, unaware of what just happened.

You pulled up the garage and were immediately swarmed with mechanics and personelle alike. You clamored out of the car and were given multiple pats on the helmet, just like it had been when you won your championship. 

You took off your helmet, followed by your balaclava. Your hair stuck to your forehead as you walked back into the garage. You were handed a giant Red Bull can with an even bigger straw. You were excited to drink from it though. Just as you were about to take a sip, hands landed on your shoulders, turning you around. 

You were brought into a giant hug by none other than Max Verstappen. 

“Uh, Max. I love you and all, but what’s all this?” He looked at you with a puzzled face.

“Kid,” he breathed, “you just made the fastest lap yet. A full second and some faster than the Ferrari.” 

“Oh.” You were dumbstruck. Max just laughed at your silence and brought you into another hug. 

After the hug, you were congratulated by a couple more people. Mitch had given you a giant hug, followed by Christian. 

When the Brit brought you into his arms, he whispered, “I’m glad I made the right decision kid.” You kinda teared up at that point, but you didn’t let them fall. You still had after race interviews to get through. 

Max gently took you by the arm, gave you your change of clothes, and pushed you towards the bathroom. He muttered something about hurrying up so you could be interviewed together. You peeled off your race suit, then your fireproofs. You were thankful for the change of clothes. Max must have grabbed the wrong size, because the hoodie was definitely three sizes too big. You were drowning in the soft fabric. Oh well. 

Max was looking at his phone when you emerged from the makeshift driver room. It was really Max’s since you didn’t have one yet. 

When you walked out, all of the reporters who had been talking to other drivers, were suddenly all around you and Max. A few of them shouted questions at you, but you were too stunned to speak. 

Max quickly took some of the questions as you were trying to grasp what was happening. Your eyes met warm brown ones. You gave the lady a quick nod, wanting to hear her questions. 

“That was some lap Y/n. How were you feeling?” You gulped. 

“Nervous” was all you were able to get out. But somehow, that got everyone laughing. Max had turned around to talk to Charles. 

“We noticed that you had a nice sound track with you in the car. Would you like to tell us about that?” 

“Uh, I really like the movie cars,” you stated. Like in the car, talking about the things you like got you comfortable the fastest. “I grew up on the movie. Lightning McQueen was always my favorite.” You paused and looked back at Max and Charles. You smirked and you knew that they saw it. “Yeah, he reminds me of a certain driver.” 

The same woman spoke up, “And who would that be?” 

You only pointed behind you as you started laughing. 

“Me?” 

“Him?” 

You only giggled. “Lightning is a red car. Charles drives for a red team. It all makes sense.” You shrugged your shoulders. “If Max grew a mustache, he could be Chick, but he’s not green. If anyone that would be Fernando maybe? Christian is definitely Doc. Oh wait, Max would definitely be Mater. Cause,” you pointed at the two starstruck drivers, “they’re besties.” 

Max scoffed and Charles gave a small laugh, so did the reporters. The rest of the interviews went well. 

“Yeah, I’m just very thankful for this opportunity, and I can’t wait to drive for 2024. It’s going to be an amazing experience.” 

With that, you were done with the interviews. You walked back to where Christian was and gave him a big hug and let out a sigh. He rubbed your back. 

“I’m so proud of you kid.” Your tears finally trickled down your face. All you ever wanted to do was make people proud. You let out a yawn as you turned from Christian. There were still a couple of hours before the second practice, but you were determined to stay for everything. You took a pair of headphones off the wall and rewatched the other drivers. You saw Carlos narrowly miss a giant piece of metal in the middle of the track. You were glad that he didn’t hit that. It would have scraped the entirety of the bottom of his car. 

Logan had come back up to you as you walked around, trying to get tired. 

“Dude, I’m glad I’m not the only one who loves the Car movies. Alex makes fun of me for it.” You gaped at him. 

“Excuse me?” you all but yelled, earning some looks. “Ok, but you have to agree, Cars 2 is the best one. The first one is there for nostalgia, and the third one never happened.” 

“Oh my gosh I know. The second one is so good.” 

You looked around. “I have my phone, with Disney plus. Want to watch a bit with me?” Logan nodded as the two of you found a corner with a chair to watch the movie. It was an hour before anyone found you. Surprisingly, Oscar had come over as well, and you found yourself sandwiched between the two 2023 rookies on one chair. 

When Lewis came on screen, Oscar yelled, “Lewis has his own Car character!?” 

“I know, it’s not fair.” You pouted. 

It was comical to see the three of you, smushed on a chair, eyes trained on a screen. Sadly the three of you weren’t able to finish it, but you quickly promised that you would finish it at some point. 

It was time for the rest of the drivers to get back into their cars. This time, Checo was back in his own seat. Your eyes were stinging but you wanted to stay awake. You knew you could do it. 

You couldn’t. 

You had sworn that you were just going to take a quick nap, but by the time someone came to get you, you were out. The mechanic who found you called Christian over and left after. Christian quickly pulled out his phone to take a picture before putting an extra Red Bull jacket over you as a blanket. 

When Max got out of the car, he was surprised when he didn’t see you at the garage wall. His eyes flickered around the garage, before spotting you curled up by some extra tires. It was five a.m. by the time that he was ready to leave to head back to the hotel. He quickly unzipped the race suit and grabbed extra clothes to change into. All that was on his mind was getting back to the hotel for a few hours of sleep before he had to do it all over again. He rubbed a hand over his face as he walked out of his driver room. 

Saying multiple quick goodbyes, he walked over to you. Looking down, he realized he didn’t know how to wake someone up. He kneeled to be eye level before lightly shaking your shoulder. 

“Kleintje,” he whispered in his native tongue. He remember his mother saying it every time she had to wake him up (translation: little one). 

Your eyes fluttered at the gentle motion. You startled and shot up straight, narrowly missing Max’s face. You looked at him confused. 

“Why aren’t you in the car? Is there a red flag?” Your eyes darted around the garage, looking for some indicator as to why Max was crouched in front of you instead of driving around the circuit. 

“Kid, it’s time to go back to the hotel.” You pouted. 

“I wanted to watch the practice though.” 

“You didn’t miss anything, so don’t worry about it. But, I would like to leave and Christian told me to take you back to the hotel, so let’s go.” He held out a hand for you to take. Using some leverage, he was able to pull you up from where you were sleeping. 

You barely made it to the car, yawning every so often. With your backpack, you took out a blanket before getting into the car. Max immediately put on the heat so that the two of you could warm up from the cold desert air. 

“Care to share?” he questioned with a laugh as he saw you snuggle into your blanket. You glared at him before turning towards the window. That made him laugh even more as he rolled out of the parking space. 

Thankfully Christian knew what he was doing by booking hotel less than ten minutes away. Looking over, Max saw that you had fallen back to sleep. When he pulled up to a red light, he got his phone out of his pocket and took a picture. 

The light turned green and off he went, careful not to jerk you around the corners. Once the two of you got to the hotel, Max woke you back up. The valet was able to park the car for him as he guided you to the front counter to get the key cards. To your surprise, your room was right next to his. 

Max made sure that you were safely in bed, before retiring to his room. You had given him a sleepy hug before he left. The feeling made him feel warm on the inside. He barely was able to send a few text messages and post something on his story before drifting off to sleep. 

He groaned as lyrics filled his head. 

“Life is a highway and Y/n I’m going to kill you for this.” 

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[starrclown]

SunBurst duo headcannons that I have but can't explain why I have them but it's special to me.

(Look at them yall <3<3<3)

Before Wukong got comfortable with Pigsy, he was really shy about asking Pigsy to keep his food cool because he can't eat hot food. Mk started to ask for cooler noodles for Wukong.

They switched hair colors once. Wukong had dark brown hair and Mk was ginger. Wukong didn't like it but Mk really liked his. Pigsy made him dye it back because no one got used to ginger Mk.

Mk doesn't like peaches. At all. Wukong tells him it's alright and that he doesn't have to eat them but Mk forces himself to out of respect.

Mk has seen half of Wukong's glamors off. Wukong is still too afraid to let them all drop.

Mk has absolutely dressed up as Wukong for Halloween.

Mk didn't know what grooming was so when Wukong kept trying to mess with his hair, he kept swatting him off. Wukong eventually stopped and didn't attempt again. Mk then later found out monkies groom to show love and he cried. (This actually happened to me! My cousin has a capuchin monkey named Debbie and she did this to me when I was like 8. I didn't get what she was doing so I kept swatting her off. I got SO upset when I found out what she was going.)

Mk is Wukongs emergency contact number in his phone.

Mk knows some of the baby monkies by name. He even got to name a newborn.

Mk and Wukong like to color together. They even made a coloring book together!

Wukong sometimes turns into a small bird or cat and hides in Mks gold cart so he can go on Mk's noodle runs.

Mk just hops on Wukong when he wants a piggy back ride. Wukong started doing I too so now they just piggy back ride on each other.

Mk sometimes has nightmares about Wukong getting possesed or Wukong being trapped in the scrolls. Wukong usually has to comfort him.

Mk gave Wukong his own headband. Wukong uses it as a ponytail holder when his hair gets to long.

Wukong bites everyone as a love language. Not hard, just a little nibble. He first did this to Mk during midway through season 2 and season 3. Mk was confused but kinda rolled with it.

Wukong wakes up and attempts to take care of himself. Brushing his hair, teeth, and getting his clothes. Mk wakes up, puts his headband on and just goes. No thoughts.

Those two watch cartoons for HOURS on end. They have little movie nights :)

Mk was caught so off guard when he found out Redson was Wukong's nephew.

Mk before he knew about glamors, wondered why Wukong didn't look like how he was described (4 foot, red eyes.) but he was to scared to ask.

Mk stills feel bad that he didn't have faith in Wukong when he met Macaque. Wukong doenst hold it against him, he gets it.

Mk sometimes wears gold eyeshadow to match Wukong's blue eyeshadow. Sometimes they switch it up and change colors. (Bai He, Mei, and Redson sometimes join.)

I found this in my drafts and wanted to post it. Live laugh love SunBurst Duo.

(If you like Soysause duo more then GET OUT 😡

/J.) (Kidding)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[fairlyang]

Summer Lovin’: Hopelessly Devoted🕷️

in which miguel exposes his true self and then begs for forgiveness

w/c: 9.2K

pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. slow burn, following most of the movie, he acts like a piece of shit, somewhat purposely making him jealous, he feels bad, actually changes for you, short date night, he fingers you in the car, bj outside your house

notes: oml writing this one was everything- I loved the ups and downs, and HAD to differentiate between the way danny acted and made miguel actually feel bad 💅🏼 part 3 soon🫶🏼

part one — part three

After talking to Patty a little bit you realized she was just a very extroverted girl that was really in touch with clubs and anything social on campus.

She had somehow convinced you to try out for the cheerleading team. You were on the team your junior and senior year of high school so you figured why not.

You tried out that same day and ended up making the team, you got your uniform which consisted of a long red skirt and for the fall season, a white sweatshirt that had a capital R for Rydell with a megaphone behind it.

Super cute.

Soon came the first game of the season and you were wearing your uniform as you walked out with the rest of the team along with the marching band. You did a few cartwheels as you waved your red and white pom poms around.

Then doing the routine you'd be practicing the past week with the chant you had to do. Again more cartwheels while the girl next to you attempted to do them and only failed.

You bit your lip to not laugh and just then the football team came out with the coach right up front with the captain. The crowd cheers loud as they run out yelling and making faces.

The principal then starts speaking into a microphone and everyone sits down. You sat down on the bench next to the football team, with your team as the principal hyped up the coach.

Everyone cheers for him and he immediately starts hyping up the crowd. He started speaking right behind where you sat so you had to turn your body to be able to watch.

He starts talking about the team making you smile at Patty who was smiling next to you when you notice the captain staring at you. You smile at him as he mouthes, "hi."

You mouthed a hi right back and he gave you a goofy smile before mouthing, "how are you?"

"Fine." You mouthed and looked down at your white tennis shoes with a little smile while he stared at you then back up at his coach.

Suddenly everyone was cheering and his speech was done. The crowd jumped up and surrounded the players, dancing around and yelling.

You stood up and cheered along with some of the girls barely noticing that the captain was behind you. He gave you a little wave which you returned with your pom poms in hand before people dragged him away because the game was about to start.

Suddenly a random girl pulls the back of your skirt up which you quickly pulled down embarrassed, looking at the girl then her boyfriend who pretended he didn't see, blew you a kiss before Frenchy came up and waved him off.

She complimented your performance and Sandy gave you a big hug, fixing the ribbon in your ponytail. You smiled and the other three girls came up behind you.

"Hi Y/N." You hear Rizzo's voice behind you and you turn around and greet them with a smile.

"Hi girls!" You say and Rizzo suddenly grabs your arm leading you off somewhere.

"We got a surprise for you." She says and they all follow suit.

Jan links her arm with yours as she giggles and Frenchy fixes strands of your hair off your face. You looked at them confused but followed them nonetheless.

The girls all stand by you as you walk between them all, not knowing what they had planned. But you walked along some parked cars until you finally stop with Rizzo and Marty in front of you. Frenchy fixed more of your hair while Jan held your hand, and you could vaguely hear Rizzo talking to someone.

"Hey O'Hara!"

"I got a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah?"

Then Jan pushes you forward as Rizzo laughs out a 'yeah.' You're then faced with-

Miguel?!

"Y/n!"

"Miguel?!?"

"What- what are you doing here? I thought you were gonna go back home?" He says, the smile on his face never fading as well as the way his eyes sparkled like how they did when you hung out together.

"We had a change of plans!" You say and you couldn't help the grin appearing on your face.

"I can't-" suddenly he stops himself as his boys move closer to him, he turned to Kenickie then to Sonny and Doodie, his smile dropped as he looked back at you and he cleared his throat.

"Oh that's cool baby. You know how it is, rockin' and rollin' and whatnot." He says using a tone you hadn't heard from him.

Almost like a whole different person.

He wasn't even looking at you anymore.

"Miguel?" You say and furrow your eyebrows, what the hell was going on?

"Yeah that's my name, don't wear it out." He responds and lets out cocky laugh.

"What is the matter with you?" You ask and scoff, not believing what you're seeing.

"What's the matter with me baby? What's the matter with you?" He says and your eyes nearly fell out.

You scoff and shake your head, "what happened to the Miguel O'Hara I met at the beach?"

"I do not know. I mean maybe I got a lookalike or something." He says and laughs, turning to look at his boys as they laugh along with him.

"Why don't you check the yellow pages or something, I don't know." He laughs as his friends snicker behind him, he couldn't even look at you in the eye.

"You are the fakest guy I've ever came across and I wish I'd never laid eyes on you." You snap and throw your pom poms into his chest, and run off as the guys let out "oooohhs" as you left.

Frenchy and Sandy quickly followed after you as you ran to go to the field, tears filling your eyes.

Back at the chaos Rizzo was giving Miguel a smirk with crazy eyes when his face turned guilty while his friends were cracking up jokes about you right behind him.

The girls then walked away when Kenickie joked, "so she laid her eyes on you huh O'Hara?"

"But that wasn't the only thing she laid on him." Sonny jokes making the other two burst out laughing as Miguel walked away.

"Hey Miguel!" Kenickie called out but he kept walking.

"Come on Miguel!" Danny called out and Miguel stopped then turned back to them.

Back to you, you were covering your face in your sleeves, wiping your fallen tears as you looked away from Frenchy and Sandy. You clear your throat and sniffle, "He was so nice to me this summer..." you say and both girls come to each of your side.

"Listen Y/n, men are rats and not worth it." Frenchy says and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"No they're worse!" Sandy chimes in letting out a laugh.

"They're like fleas on dead rats!" Frenchy jokes making all three of you laugh.

Frenchy then holds up a handkerchief and wipes your tears off your cheeks. "Y'know what you need?"

"A night out with the girls! We're having a sleepover at my house tonight. Wanna come?" She says and you nod.

She grins and hugs you to which Sandy hugs you both from behind. "It'll be great I promise!" She exclaims making you smile a little.

You ended up going to Frenchy's house along with all the other girls, she let you borrow a cute nightgown while you let her French braid your hair.

She claimed she wanted to practice all kinds of things hair related because she was going to be a beautician. So you gave her the benefit of the doubt and let her.

Jan was doing Sandy's nails and the other two girls were flipping through pages of a magazine.

Rizzo then took out a bottle of wine and Jan immediately took it out of her hands, taking a long sip of it before passing it on to Marty who took a much smaller sip.

She then passed Frenchy the bottle who declined because her hands were occupied. She then passed it on to you, you grabbed it not wanting to look like a wuss and hesitantly took a sip.

At least you'd already had some before in the past so you didn't gag or flinch at the taste and you passed it back to Marty.

She then gives it back to Rizzo while she stood up and put on an expensive looking robe and showed it off to everyone. "Where'd you get that??" Rizzo asked with wide eyes.

"This guy I'm talking to from France." She says and twirls in it.

You chuckle and Frenchy whispers in your ear, "some guy huh?"

You only laugh as Marty then takes out a photo album of this mystery man and shows it off to Rizzo, Jan, and Sandy. "What is he an actor?"

"A marine!!" She exclaims and the trio yell while Sandy just covers her eyes giving you wide eyes.

Suddenly you hear loud voices and an even louder car engine revving outside the house. Outside were 5/6 of the T-Birds, Danny wanting to stay home while the rest wanted to visit the girls.

"Would you shut up you vultures!" Kenickie grumbles at the trio who were singing god awfully behind him.

"Y'know what I think I change my mind, let's get outta here." Miguel mumbled, looking straight forward.

"What do you mean?" Sonny asked and Miguel sighed.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?" Miguel says as if it's so obvious why he doesn't wanna be there.

They only think you were just some fling and that he tossed you away like he's done with all the other girls in the past. But you were different. Much different.

More different than he anticipated.

And he didn't want to admit it to himself. Let alone his friends.

He'd never hear the end of it. But maybe this time could be a different outcome than usual.

Maybe this time he'll give himself a shot at love and not just a hookup. After all you were special and made him feel something.

Something he hasn't felt before.

But that thought alone terrified him.

Back in Frenchy's room Jan and Marty were giggling as Frenchy peeped out her window and gasps, "they can't come in here my folks will flip!"

"Hey Putzie why don't you call her for Mig?" Sonny jokes, looking up at the window.

Putzie then started standing up from the backseat and chanted, "Oh Y/n, wherefor art thou Y/n!!"

Doodie then scoffs and Kenickie pulls him back down harshly, "shut up!"

"Sit down!"

"Let's go!" Miguel hisses, sinking into the passenger seat.

Rizzo then decided to climb out the window and everyone watched as she climbed down and landed on the grass gracefully as if she's down it hundreds of times.

All the guys except Miguel got out of the car and Kenickie fixed his hair as Rizzo made her way towards them. "What's up Kenickie?"

"One guess." He says and looks her up and down.

"You got a lot to offer a girl..." she says and bats her eyelashes at him.

"Yeah, you know it." He responds and finally looks into her eyes.

"What ya sayin' 'Hara?" She says and looks at Miguel sitting in the passenger seat.

"Ya looking good Rizz..." Miguel says looking up at her, very uninterested in her advances.

"Eat your heart out." She chuckles, grinning then looking away from him, confident he'll take her bait.

"Well sloppy seconds aren't my style." He retorts but as soon as he saw her wide eyes and angry expression he regretted it.

He sighed and hopped off the car before walking away. "Where ya going?" She calls out and he turns to everyone.

"Anywhere that's better than to hang around you dorks." He says and walks off as the trio behind him call out to him but it was to no use.

"Well uh, your chariot my lady." Kenickie says and motions to the passenger seat.

She grins and walks on over to the other side getting in. The other three hop on the back and Kenickie reverses and purposely drives forward then suddenly stops, making the three guys in the back slip into the seats and jump. "Hey!"

"So what do you guys think this is? A gangbang?" Rizzo retorts turning to look at them.

"You wish!" Sonny quickly says having the other two snicker.

"Get out!" Kenickie yells and Sonny gives him kissy faces.

"Now! I said move it!" He yells making the guys groan as they hopped out of his car.

As soon as they were off, Kenickie drove off without a second thought which only made Sonny yell out, "ya know when a guy picks a chick over his friends something's gotta be wrong!!!"

Back in Frenchy's room you watched as Marty began writing different notes to each of her own pals which only gave you an idea. "Hey can I have some of that?" You ask and her eyes lit up.

"Sure!!" She says grabbing some tissue paper and a pen then handing it to you.

"Wait!" She says then sprays her perfume on it, "for good measure."

You then chuckle and nod. You made your way out of Frenchy's room and went out to her backyard as you looked up into the night sky, stars glistening.

You hold the tissue paper in your hands and sit on the stairs of the porch, your thoughts of what happened earlier coming to mind. You couldn't believe the way Miguel acted, acted like those three weeks meant nothing to him.

But even worse all the times you spent together. All the silly little things you did, every conversation you had. All those words he said.

The kisses. The caresses.

It made you realize your heart probably wasn't the first to be broken by him nor the first to cry over him. And how hard it must've been for previous girls to get over him.

God it was going to be so hard.

The past weeks not knowing if you'd see him again were killing you. You wanted to go find him, go out with him. What a fool you were for thinking he actually liked the romantic side of your time together.

All he ever thought of you was just another hole to use, another girl to add to his list.

And what a shame it was because you ended up getting feelings for him. Your head is telling you to just move on and forget him but your heart aches for him and is telling you to not let go and just wait for him.

Wait for him to change.

You felt embarrassed that you opened yourself up at all, maybe you shouldn't have done it either way, romantically or intimately.

All boys do is bring heartache and annoyance. Just waste your time for their own benefit.

But your heart was having a mind of its own right now and you were conflicted on what to listen to.

And maybe being hopelessly devoted to a guy like him would only bring self torture and really fuck a girl up, mentally and emotionally....

Three weeks had passed and you ultimately decided to listen to your head.

But the heart wants what it wants.

So you decided to go out with Tom, the captain of the football team. Not only to get over Miguel but also because you thought he was cute, normal, and honestly really sweet.

That's all you needed.

You didn't need or want complicated shit in your life. Let alone your love life at that.

"Ay Miguel what's up? Are you still thinking about that chick?" Kenickie asked to which Miguel scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"What are you nuts?" Miguel asked and shook his head.

"Well I don't know..." Kenickie trails on, not exactly judgmentally but Miguel didn't want to reveal his feelings.

"I don't think so much." He said making Kenickie chuckle.

"That's cool, that's cool." He responds and shrugs, having a slight feeling he isn't telling the truth but walks in with Miguel trailing behind him.

Suddenly you see Miguel walk in to the Frosty Palace as you were on a date with Tom.

You looked away as he turned his head to look at you, almost breaking his neck from how far stretched it was to look at you with dingle berry of all people. You then looked back at him and he was already staring at you making you turn your head back to Tom.

He felt instant annoyance and jealousy, but his face remained looking somewhat unbothered. He sat down at the booth with the three other guys as Kenickie sat in front of him and Danny pulled up a chair to sit on the edge of the table.

The trio went on to talk about god knows what while Miguel was trying to subtly look behind him but it obviously wasn't working, you could see him clear as day looking at you.

Well he's got no right to be jealous with he way he treated you.

Acts like an asshole to you and still has the nerve to be jealous? Is he joking?

You grabbed a spoonful of the sundae you were sharing and give Tom a small smile before letting the strawberry ice cream fill your mouth.

You then turned your head to look at Miguel again and just at that second he caught your eye. He turns his head back to the guys and you look back at Tom again.

Just then Rizzo comes out of the bathroom which happened to be in front of the table you were at. And being the instigator she is, she went straight to Miguel's table. "Someone snaking ya Miguel?" She teases and motions to you and Tom behind her.

"Oh fuck off Rizz." He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

She walks past their table but not before ruffling Kenickie's hair and then walks away.

Miguel shrugs then sighs, "I don't know about these chicks..."

"They're only good for one thing." Kenickie says with a smirk making Danny laugh.

"What do you do with 'em the other 23 hours and 45 minutes a day." Doodie jokes then snickers making Sonny, Danny, and Kenickie laugh and hum in agreement.

"Is that all it takes? Fifteen minutes?" Putzie asks cluelessly making the whole group groan.

You wanted to make Miguel come crawling back, then maybe toy with him to see if he'll apologize and get his shit together, or act this way forever.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

"Want some new music?" You ask Tom and he puts his spoon in the shared bowl before reaching inside his shirt pocket.

"I need some money." You say and stand up in front of him.

"Oh yeah." He mumbles and scrambled through his pants pocket to find a quarter.

You chuckle as he finally finds one and places it softly on your hand to which you give him a warm smile before walking down the steps. You then had two seconds to mentally prepare yourself to walk past Miguel's table.

So you held your head up high and walked past not stopping even though Kenickie's legs were spread out and on top of the chair behind Danny. Kenickie laughed and moved them down as one of the guys gives you a cat call but you walked back and to the jukebox, which happened to be behind their booth.

You looked down at the song selection, not really wanting to change it from "La bamba" by Ritchie Valens but you wanted to test Miguel.

Sure enough within a singular second the man stood up, "I'll be right back." He mumbles and walks out of his seat, walking behind him to take the long way to you.

He walked past the back of their booth before getting stopped by Patty who excitedly stood up and called him. "Hi Miguel!" She chirps and wraps her arms around him, twirling him in a circle.

"I can't talk to you right now." He mumbles and reaches for her arms.

"What are you doing later?" She asks, completely ignoring him which only made him grow annoyed.

"I can't talk alright?" He snaps and takes her hands off him before turning his back to her and walks toward you.

"Call me!" Her last attempt at his attention was no use since his eyes were already focused on you.

You pretend you didn't hear or watch out of your peripheral and continue looking through the song selection as Miguel leaned against the bar that was behind you.

He sat down for four seconds before getting up and walking up, standing next to you, "hey Y/n."

"Oh hi." You said and only turned your head to look at his jacket then look back at the jukebox.

"How are you?" He asks and you quickly respond, "Fine thanks."

"That's good." He mumbles.

"Y'know Y/n I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time now.." he starts and you bite your tongue on saying anything snarky.

"What about?" You ask and put your quarter into the machine.

"Well- about that night at the game, the way I acted that was terrible. I mean it really was, it wasn't me you gotta know that. Well it was me of course but it wasn't me. Well y'know Y/n I've got this image right-" he rambled on but right at that last sentence you knew what you had to say.

"Well that's why I'm so glad that Tom is so simple!" You say and look over at Tom who was already looking at you two and give him a wave to which he awkwardly returns then looks away.

"Simple is right, too bad his brains are in his biceps." Miguel jokes making you turn your head to look at him.

"Jealous are you?" You ask and he scoffs.

"Me? Jealous? Of dingle berry? C'mon doll don't make me laugh." He says and lets out a fake laugh.

"And what have you ever done?" You ask and he gasps.

"Oh cmon I can run circles around that man, beat him in any sport you name it!" He retorts making you shrug.

"I'll believe that when I see it." You say and walk away back to Tom.

He took your words as a challenge and he couldn't help but want to impress you.

And also couldn't stand seeing you with dingle berry anymore. So he was going to do anything in his power to change that. And hopefully get your forgiveness along the way.

So he started off with basketball.

Not the best start.

He didn't know how to dribble, tried to attack his opponents and teammates, he couldn't get the ball back after someone snatched it, and to end it off once he did try to get the ball from someone he just punched them in the stomach.

Up next was wrestling and it could've been worse. He was pretty tall and a bit muscular but not too muscular (yet) but the man that coach wanted him to practice with was somehow taller than him but also way broader and stronger.

Not an equal fight but coach claimed he needed to practice with all kinds of opponents.

He was pinned within seconds.

Then it was his turn to take this mountain down which he completely and utter failed, getting pinned once again but this man being on his lap with a wide grin when Miguel gave up. So he put his fists into a ball and hit his chest hard to which the big guy just flipped over making Miguel run away.

Thirdly was baseball and Miguel was not strong enough for the spit talk the guys behind him were doing while he was batting.

And the one ball he actually did get to hit was a foul.

So he punched the catcher in the face and walked off.

Lastly was his last choice. Track.

How hard could running be?

He was jogging around the track, on his second lap when he saw you up by the stands with dingle berry, fixing his hair.

He looked over at you while he was running to which you noticed it was him of all people on the track. You watched him as he ran past you now going towards the hurdles.

He jumped over the first flawlessly, same with the second, he turned to you while he did the third but still made it, for the fourth he was looking at you again but didn't make it and fell down.

You gasped and immediately ran off the stands and towards him as he stood up. "Miguel are you okay?" You ask and run to his side.

He stays silent and walks forward, looking out to the track as he caught his breath. "Come on talk to me." You say and were met with silence.

You sigh and stop, putting on your quick thinking before saying, "it's the least you could do after the way you treated me."

"The way I treated you- Y/n i told you I was sorry! And I meant it-" he says, stopping to point a finger at you.

"You shouldn't have cared about what your feelings did to your image." You say softly and bring his hand down, holding it before he sighed.

"I know I shouldn't have. I'm really sorry for treating you like crap. You didn't deserve that and I promise I'll make it up to you." He says and you nod, seeing in his eyes he wasn't lying.

"Well now that I got you to talk..." you trail on and look him up and down.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked making him chuckle and give you a warm smile, he's back.

"Yes I'm fine." He says and chuckles, looking behind you before looking back at you.

"Still going out with Mr. Simple?" He teases and you shrug.

"Well...." You trail on making him grin.

"Well? Is he taking you to the dance?" He asks and you could feel a warm and familiar feeling appear in your stomach.

"That depends..." you say and look off to the field.

"On what?" He asks, trying to hard so hide the smile on his face but it was damn near impossible.

"On you..." you say, now looking back at him with a wide grin making one appear on his as well.

He couldn't help it.

"On me?" He asks letting out chuckle and you nod.

"Yeah." You respond and smile.

"Well then he can beat it for good." He says waving awkwardly at Tom before grabbing your hand and running off.

That same night Miguel had picked you up to go on a little date as he called it.

He had parked in front of the Frosty Palace and got out of his car as he held his hand out for you to get out through the same door. You took it and got out but Miguel took a look inside to see a few of your friends dancing together and looked back at you, "let's go someplace else no?"

"Why?" You ask and furrow your eyebrow as he pulls on your hand to go back to his car as he responds, "because we can't be alone out here."

You scoff and give him a look, "Miguel."

He sighs and turns back to the door, "okay." He mumbles before quickly going inside and leading you past all the dancing couples and to the table in the back.

Unfortunately for him, Sunny saw him and gave him a look which he didn't see because he didn't even want to look at any of them.

As if they weren't dancing with your new friends too...

"Jesus Miguel you almost broke my arm!"

"Well I didn't want 'em to get this table, it's the best one they got." He says and grabs the menus, opens them up and positions them on the edge of the table as if to hide both of your faces.

"What are you doing?" You ask and laugh as he builds his little fort, somewhat reminding you of the Miguel you spent time with at the beach.

"I just want a little privacy for us alright?" He says giving you a smile before ducking down and reaching over to grab your hands.

"What can I get you kids?" An older waitress asks looking down at you.

"Strawberry milkshake please!" You say and give the waitress a smile.

"Miguel?" She asks turning to look at him as he shrugs.

"I'm not ready hungry. I'll just have a double burger with everything and cherry soda with ice cream." He says look at her before turning to you.

You wanted to laugh but just gave him a smile and turned to the waitress, "that sounds good, I'll have the same actually!"

"The same?" He asks and his eyes widened to which you smiled and nodded.

"You sure can eat a lot can't you?" He jokes and you nod, "sure can." You say with a grin as his hand tightens around yours.

Suddenly the menus covering your faces are pushed back by Kenickie and he burps before giving you both a wide grin, "How ya doing 'Hara. Eh? Nice?"

Miguel takes a deep breath in and sits back into his chair, letting go of your hands while you greet them, "hi Rizzo, hey Kenickie." You say and give them a little wave.

Kenickie gives you a smile before getting up and turning behind him to grab the table and pushes it to connect with yours. He grabs the chair and sits next to Miguel before turning to Rizzo, "you got some quarters, we can share a pie."

Rizzo scoffs and gives him a sarcastic little smile before rolling her eyes, "what a gentleman."

You fight back a laugh and watch the encounter, them going back and forth before Sunny comes up with an ecstatic, "greeting pals and gals!"

You gave him a wave before Doodie, Frenchy, and Marty join, grabbing chairs and sitting down by Rizzo and Kenickie. You looked over at Miguel who was mid groan before he gave you a small smile.

Suddenly the whole group starts talking at the same time. "Wanna chip in for a sundae delight?" Sunny jokes before laughing.

"I don't know where all my money goes!" Marty says and lifts her hands up as she straightens up.

"Well in a couple of months Frenchy will be able to take us all out eh?" Doodie says and rubs Frenchy's shoulders making her shrug, he adds, "a working girl with growing income."

"Oh that's right!" Marty exclaims and turns to her right to look at her.

"They don't pay very much to start off y'know..." she says and lets out a nervous laugh.

"Still more than we make so uh pay up because I don't get my allowance for a week." Doodie says and Sunny takes his hand out at him, who reached into his pants and gives him a few coins.

"You get an allowance?" Kenickie laughs and Doodie nods.

"When I'm a good boy I do." He jokes as Putzie yells at Doodie as he comes up with Jan, Sandy, and Danny.

You look over at Miguel and lean in, moving your hand under the table to hold his, he leans in and intertwines your fingers just as the waitress comes in and sets your tray of food down to which you give her a smile as Miguel hands you your milkshake and burger.

You gladly take them as Rizzo starts complaining about the hickeys on her neck. "A hickey from Kenickie is like a rare souvenir, not everyone can get one." He jokes then takes a bite out of a burger another waitress dropped off for them.

You bite your lip and could just feel the annoyance radiating off Rizzo's body as she wipes off the powder she was applying and scoffs, "you're a pig."

"This technically makes me the opposite of a pig-" he begins then stops once he receives a glare.

"But I love it when you talk dirty." He says and takes another exaggerated bite of his burger while letting out a moan making Rizzo scoff again.

You take a bite out of your burger as the chatter around you continues and you look in front of you to see Miguel is playing around with his ice cream soda. "How's it taste?" You asked and he looks up at you then chuckles.

"Sweet. Reminds me of somethin' else that was sweet." He says and mumbles the last part so only you could hear.

You gasp and kick his feet only making him laugh as your face heated up from embarrassment.

You could say you almost forget about your exhibitions from nearly two months ago but also couldn't deny the fact of how many times they'd keep you up at night with a hand between your legs missing his touch.

You looked away and down at your milkshake before feeling Miguel's foot tap yours and his hand is now on yours. You look up at him and he has a sly smirk on his face making you bite your lip, before he gives you a smile.

You smile back and squeeze his hand before just looking at him. He was so handsome. Slicked back hair and that leather jacket that somehow made him look even hotter.

He was the type of guy your parents would disapprove of right off the bat but your sister would accept as soon as she lays her eyes on him.

"Hey Putzie fifteen minutes." One of the guys says making you look over at them with a raised eyebrow. Putzie and Jan had walked away and Marty was getting up to go as well with Sunny on her tail.

Kenickie then looked at your intertwined hands and looked at Miguel, he only sighed and let go of your hand, not looking at either of you.

"I'm excited for the dance." You said and Frenchy nods.

"It's gonna be great! You're gonna have so much fun." She says excitedly, giving you a wide grin before eating some fries someone from the group ordered and just abandoned.

You take a sip of your milkshake before waving off to Sandy and Danny who were also leaving. "Come on doll let's get outta here." Miguel says and you nod as he leaves a bill on the table before getting up.

"Bye Frenchy!" You say getting up, giving Kenickie a nod to which he returns but not even bothering with Rizzo.

You go down the steps and walk hand in hand with Miguel out of the diner, he's finally at some ease now that all his friends are gone and he can be as affectionate as he wants to be.

He opened the door for you then walked you to the passenger side of his car before opening that door for you as well. You hopped in and he shut the door before he made his way to the drivers side while you buckled your seatbelt.

He hopped in, buckled his seatbelt then reversed back then drove off to the direction of your house that luckily wasn't far.

Which was perfect for the idea he had in mind.

He had missed you too. Your time together also kept him up at night, making him stroke his cock at the thought of being buried between your thighs again.

Or the feeling of your mouth on him.

He sighed as he drove off and put his right hand on your left thigh that was unfortunately concealed by your long skirt. "Move your skirt for me." He mumbles as he turns the radio on.

You turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow before doing it nonetheless. His warm hand is then on your bare thigh as you rode up your skirt almost up to where the seatbelt laid against your stomach. You turn to look at him, who was trying his hardest to fight off a smirk but it laid perfectly on his lips after you squeezed your thighs together.

"Getting your perv on hm?" You teased and he only shrugged as he stopped at a red light.

"Doesn't seem like you mind." He cooed and you turned away right as he turned his head to look at you.

Your cheeks grew warm as he rubbed circles on your thigh causing the butterflies in your stomach to erupt. All those feelings from the summer coming right back tonight and not just the romantic ones.

If anything the horny ones made their way back as well. And fast at that.

You squeezed your thighs together again and ignoring Miguel's chuckle as he separated your legs and let his hand sit on your inner thigh. "Missed you a lot y'know." He murmurs and you hold your breath, looking down as he brings his hand up slowly.

"D-did you now?" You ask and he hums.

"You've got no idea doll." He sighs and finally his fingers were now on your pussy, gently rubbing against your covered slit.

You bit your lip, spreading your legs as far as you could, and watched as he rubbed your slit with two fingers at a painfully slow pace. You tried to buck your hips up but your seatbelt restrained you only making him chuckle and continue his teasing. "Miguel please-" you whimpered and the light turned green. He drove off and hummed, looking straight at the road.

You groan and decide to help him out a bit, bringing a hand down and moving your panties to the side. Right as you moved your hand, his fingers were lathering in your slick making you moan and grind against his fingers. "So fucking wet." He muttered under his breath.

You close your mouth since his car didn't have a top and if there was a red light it wouldn't be the best idea to be moaning out in public like that.

Right on cue as if he knew what you were doing, he slammed two fingers inside. You let out a cry and felt your walls hug his fingers perfectly.

He started moving them slowly, still continuing his teasing antics because he wanted to hear you plead for more. He's missed all the little noises you make for him. So he couldn't just throw away this opportunity.

The light turned red and he turned to look at you before leaning in towards you, lips by your ear but then moving down to leave a light kiss on the side of your neck.

Your eyes fluttered and you tilted your head to the side so he could cover more ground. His fingers were now moving faster, your slick being the only noise in the car besides your heavy breathing.

"Miguel-" you breathe out and try to grind back and forth, again forgetting the seatbelt was restraining you.

"What's up darling?" He whispers and comes up, kissing your cheek gently before looking up at the traffic lights.

Still red.

He moves down to your neck again, this time sucking a hickey on your skin making you moan at the extra stimulation. "M-More please." You whisper and he chuckles.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you doll." He murmurs making you whine.

"More- faster please." You whine earning yourself another finger.

He pumped them into you at a fast pace not giving you time to adjust earning himself some pretty moans escaping your lips.

He looks up and finally the light turns green, he pulls away from you, straightening himself up but continuing his pace. You held on to his right arm and trying to bring it as close as possible making him tut. "By the looks of it you've missed me too huh?" He coos and you could only nod.

"Answer me baby." He murmurs and you nod feverishly, turning your head to look at him.

"M-missed you too." You mumbled making him him.

"Mm good. Glad I could have my girl back." He purrs making you whimper at that.

My girl.

His girl.

Just from that alone you could've sworn you could explode.

And swoon.

Maybe being hopelessly devoted to him wouldn't be the end of the world...

"Your girl huh?" You mumbled with the straightest face you could pull but the way your body reacted to that gave you away instantly.

"Who cares about formalities nowadays." He mutters and curls his fingers up before groaning, "Plus I won't stand seeing you with him."

Suddenly as if taking his built up jealousy out, he slams his fingers harder into you, fucking you relentlessly, wanting to prove a point. You moaned out his name and couldn't hide the big smile from your face.

Finally after the hell you were both going through because of his actions, he made improvement. And slowly proving himself.

"S-so we're going steady?" You ask making him chuckle.

He stops at the red light and you recognized the street, only a couple more blocks to go.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, slowly fucking you now, which only made you grow nervous. But you turned to look at him and to your surprise he was already looking at you. "I think I'd really like that." He says making you grin, with him immediately returning it.

He leans in and leaves a few pecks on your lips before pulling away and looking into your eyes. "Now you'll be all mine without a doubt in that pretty little head of yours." He whispers and you nod, the smile never leaving your face.

"Gonna need you to do something for me though...." He adds and you hum as he looks back at the light.

Still red.

He looks back at you and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek, "gonna need you to cum for me before getting to your house."

"Can you do that for me angel?" He mumbles and you whimper as his pace fastens again.

"Y-Yes- yes I can." You breathe out and let out loud cries when he started slamming them into you.

"That's my good girl." He coos making you whimper and clench against him once again.

"Oh fuck- Miguel-!" You moaned and felt your orgasm build up in your lower abdomen.

Didn't take long for Miguel to notice, he remembered how you tightened around his fingers and the way your body would slightly shake beforehand. Probably one of the main things he's missed about you.

How your body reacted to the pleasure he'd give you. How pretty you looked when he'd fuck his fingers into you.

You had the sweetest moans and he couldn't help but just need to make you cum. He knew you were desperate for it. Your pleads to him were obvious enough.

"Does my sweet girl wanna cum?" He coos making you whimper and squirm in the seat.

"Yes please-!" You whine and close your eyes, subconsciously leaning your head to the side.

Suddenly your orgasm came hard and left you a whiny, whimpering mess for him while he slowed down, letting you ride out your high. Your legs were shaking and you kept your eyes shut as Miguel was muttering sweet praises for you.

Your heart was pumping and your breathing was still heavy as you tried your best to calm down. You slowly opened your eyes and Miguel left his fingers inside, no longer moving. That was when you realized you were now parked outside directly in front of your house.

Your cheeks instantly felt warm and you could truly only pray that you weren't heard by your family or any of the nosy neighbors you ended up with.

"Don't worry we just got here baby." He says letting out a laugh before slipping his fingers out of you.

You gasp as you heard the plop sound and he didn't hesitate to bring his fingers up to your mouth. You opened and let him stick them in your mouth as you tasted your juices while he intently watched.

You locked eyes with him making him groan which made you realize he must be so aroused.

And there really was only one way to fix that.

So you grabbed his hand and pulled it back, slipping his fingers out of your mouth before taking off your seatbelt and leaning over to give him a proper kiss.

He kissed back with no hesitation and you fixed your panties and skirt while he slid his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into your mouth when he was able to get a taste of you, so sweet, just like how he remembered.

You moved your hand down and let it rest on his thigh while his tongue explored your mouth. You then moved your hand higher up until it found his bulge.

You let him control the kiss and just focused on palming him through his black pants. His breathing was getting heavier by the second making you smile while you gently palmed his hard on.

You then started to stroke him making him finally moan against your mouth. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his, while undoing his pants and taking his cock out of his boxers.

It sprung up and you bring your hand up to your mouth, lightly spitting on it before moving your hand back down and grabbing his cock. You started to stroke him, using the spit as lube while Miguel was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

With your available hand, you bring it up to his face and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and lets out a sigh. "Feels good baby."

You hum and make him look at you, "missed this cock."

He groans and bucks his hips up making you giggle. "Missed me too huh?" You teased earning yourself another groan.

"You're talking too much." He mumbled making you scoff.

So you did the only logical thing to do after being told that, you moved in your seat and got down before facing Miguel's cock. It was already leaking precum and was twitching at your light touch.

You grabbed it and started to slowly stroke it, admiring every inch of it. It had been so long since you've seen it and it was just as pretty as the last time. So thick and long.

It was going to fit so well inside you but that'd have to wait a bit more.

For now you were content with just giving him oral. You'd miss his praises and the way he was slightly rough when using your mouth.

You kissed his tip softly and then licked off the precum that was falling off the side of his shaft. He took a deep breath and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes at him which only resulted in him groaning. "So fucking gorgeous darling."

You smiled then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out before slapping the tip on your tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and you could've sworn you heard a whimper.

"Fuck baby-" he groans making you do it a couple more times.

You finally stopped and lightly licked the tip earning yourself more groans. You sucked on just the tip alone and you tasted more precum after a few seconds.

He kept his breathing as chill as possible, mainly to make it seem like nothing was going on in case someone were to take a peep outside and see him in his car. But also because he didn't want to moan out in public like this.

He sat still and through gritted teeth tried not to breathe heavily. Instead his thighs slightly shook and he was subconsciously bucking his hips up a bit.

His reactions alone had somehow warranted your panties to become even more drenched than before. He was so reactive even if he tried to play it cool, which end of the day wasn't going to work out for him.

He knew he was done for soon as he realized you didn't give a singular fuck that you were already outside your house. No, he knew he was fucked as soon as you positioned yourself to be eye level to his cock.

He knew he'd be done for no matter what because he was either going to finger fuck you or bury his head between your thighs till you forgot about his stupidity. Unfortunately for him, the night still wasn't over and he should've been prepared for you wanting to please him as well.

And he swore he could've came within seconds because your moans were just so angelic and his cock just had to stay trapped under his black jeans.

And after months of missing your body, your sounds, and your mouth, he's just meant to what, not shake and shiver at any slight touch you give him?

Or just full on taking every inch of him down your throat?

That'd be an insane and impossible ask.

You took all of him and pulled through, gagging until you could feel his pubic hair on your nose. You felt his hand push you down which resulted tears to form in your eyes.

You took all of him and let him hold you still while you breathed through your nose. You closed your eyes because they were slightly burning causing the tears to fall down.

Miguel finally let go and pulled your head up, you gasp and let all the saliva fall on to his cock. You look up at him and give the side of his shaft a little kiss before stroking him, making sure every inch is wet.

"Quit teasin' baby." He groans and you just shrug.

"Aren't you meant to be making it up to me?" You teases making him roll his eyes.

"Well?" You tease again and keep your pace to a minimal.

"Want me to apologize again? Is that it?" He asks and you shrug, giving him a small smile before he sighs.

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the absolute best and I promise I'll be the one to give it to you." He says and you nearly melted.

But you wanted more.

So going a little bit faster but you nod.

He shakes his head and chuckles, "you're gonna be the death of me."

"Oh I know." You reply and grin.

He thinks for a few seconds, all the things that were roaming through his mind when he wanted to prove himself a better contender than dingle berry.

It wasn't just to be the best physical option. He knew that.

So he decided to open himself up to you. He felt comfortable too and wanted you to know exactly where he stood with his feelings.

"I need you like the air I breathe. I can't exist without you. Please forgive me and I promise I'll always take care of you." He says softly bringing a hand down to cup your cheek.

You melt and stare into his eyes lovingly while he looks at you the same way.

You felt in your heart what you had to do.

The thumping alone showed how much that impacted you but just seeing and hearing how genuine he was, it was all you needed to hear.

"I forgive you Miguel." You say and smile, stroking him faster now because he's earned it at this point.

"And I'll try to not bring it up as a joke anymore." You joke and he laughs.

"I'd appreciate that but if I have to continue to prove myself to you I will." He responds and there go the fireworks in your stomach.

"You saved yourself." You mumble before taking him back in your mouth and immediately getting back to work.

His hands went back down to your head, pushing you further and further down until you're gagging once again except this time his hips came up. You close your eyes and he continues fucking your mouth, a melody of moans slipping through his lips making you moan against him.

He doesn't stop and goes faster which results in saliva slipping out of your mouth and down to his pants. He lifts your head up a bit then goes back to fucking your mouth but this time not full on gagging the whole time.

How thoughtful of him.

You let him use your mouth freely, only fair since you both missed each other so much and he gave you a proper apology that pulled on your heart strings.

Might as well let him.

He pulled your head back down as his hips came up making you gag unexpectedly which made him mutter, "Such a dirty girl, keep quiet wouldn't want your parents to know what their good girl is doing."

Your eyes open, wide as hell making him groan and go back to fucking your mouth except it was your throat this time.

He went faster and harder, chasing after that all too familiar feeling that he somehow hasn't felt in months.

He groans and moans your name making you look up at him all tear eyed just how he loved it.

Suddenly his orgasm hit sooner than expected and he stops as his cum shoots out and down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could when he sits down and brings your head up.

You licked your lips and continued slowly stroking him, making sure he gives you every drop. His thighs were shaking which only made you laugh as more cum dripped down his shaft.

You licked it all off him and let go, sitting back up when he grabs your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

You happily kiss back and feel his arms wrap around you making you melt into his embrace as you feel things will finally be good how you'd prefer over his old ways.

He pulls away and sighs, leaning his forehead against yours making your face grow warm. "You're so perfect baby." He mumbles and pecks your lips gently.

"Thank you for your apologies, I really appreciate the sentiment even under dirty circumstances." You tease making him laugh.

"I meant it all." He says and you nod.

"I know." You respond and he opens his door.

He gets off and then extends his hand to you, you accept and hop off but not before giving him one final kiss to seal the deal.

"All mine." He whispers softly, enough to send shivers down your spine.

"All yours." You whisper back before he pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you tight as if to ensure you won't run away from him.

He then lets go and you finally walk up to your front door but not before giving him one final wave and smile to which he returns.

part three

[hopefulromances]

Could you write something for Jamie about his gf surprising him at an away match? 🫶🏻

THank you for requesting!! Super cute!!

This had to go perfect. All the time planning with Keeley to get seperate flights, separate car, all this secrecy and planning to avoid Jamie finding out any detail of the surprise.

It was Richmond's first game against Man City for the season. Last time Jamie had played against Man City it had been one of the greatest games of his career. Not only creating a beautiful assist for Colin but also scoring a solo goal himself, on a bum ankle no less.

For the first time, his mum would be coming with his stepfather, now that his father was in rehab. You were the only one who couldn't come. Or so he thought. So you had told him repeatedly.

"It would just be nice 'n all," he murmured, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, I know," you agreed, running your hands through his hair. It had gotten so long, he could almost pull it back into a ponytail. "I'm really sorry, I tried to get off."

"I know you did," he sighed. He was wrapped around you like a koala, face shoved into your chest. "Just would be nice."

And it was going to be nice. There was no way you would be missing this game.

You found Keeley at Will Call, decked out in Richmond gear, ribbons woven into your hair, Jamie's name and number on your back.

"Ah! Look at you!" Keeley shrieked as she saw you. "He is going to flip!"

"Thank you so much for all your help, Keels," You grinned and pulled her into a hug. "You're the best friend either of us could ask for."

"Alright, let's get you up to the booth."

Seeing the game from the booth was incredible. The view was perfect and there was booze within 10 ft. But the best part of the whole day was seeing Jamie play.

You'd seen him play before but everytime it took your breath away. He was always ten steps ahead of everyone else. Ten passes towards the goal that no one else was aware of. And god he looked good while doing it.

It was a stellar game, a great match ending in a 3-2 tie with Jamie scoring a beautiful goal during injury time. You'd burst out of your seat and cheered, joining the Richmond fans in the crowd in chanting his name! Jamie Tartt doo doo do do du doo!

You were there waiting for him in the hallway. There standing, hands clasped together in excitement as the lads came off the field, high on their victory. But when he saw you, the whole world stopped.

He rounded the corner, chatting with his arm around Sam when he spotted you. He froze, forcing Sam to stop as he followed Jamie gaze. You waved at him, shyly. Then he broke into the brightest grin and he bounded to wards you.

You opened your arms and let him scoop you up, spinning in circles.

"Jamie!" You cried, giggling in his arms. "You absolute genius."

He set you down just in time to pull you into a deep kiss. He was disgusting. Sweaty and gross after playing for 90 minutes on the field but, god, did he taste good.

"Thank you for coming," He breathed out. "Can't believe you're here."

"Did you really think I would miss this?" You assured him, pressing your forehead to his. "Never."

Jamie kissed you again, peppering your face with his lips. You laughed again, trying to duck away from him but you couldn't get far.

"And you look- fucking- mint- babe," he continued, pausing between each word to press another kiss to your face.

"Oi, Tartt!" Isaac called from the locker room. "Come get changed so we can fucking celebrate!"

Jamie looked over his shoulder. "I'll be right there."

He turned back to you, brushing your hair out of your face, like he still couldn't believe you were there.

"You'll come right? You're not gonna leave?" He checked, trying not to show his insecurity."

"I'm not going anywhere," you reassured him, pulling him back for one last kiss. "Now go get change, you fucking stink."

You pushed him away from you, laughing as he stumbled dramatically.

"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted you before scurrying back to the locker room, being met with cheers from the team.

Oh, god, you were glad he was yours.

[biconickyoshi]

Zuko and Aang as they appear in Book 2: Water of my slowburn Zukaang AU, The Avatar and the Fire Prince!

Overall Synopsis (for new readers):

In the year 96 AG, a freshly burned and banished 13-year-old Prince Zuko discovers a strange boy frozen in an iceberg. When Zhao interferes with Zuko's plans to deliver the Avatar to his father, Aang helps Zuko and Iroh escape. They take refuge in the abandoned Air Temples, Aang searching for any remnants of his people that he can find. Along the way, he teaches an indoctrinated Zuko about the true nature of the Air Nomads. Zuko must come to terms with the fact that everything he has been taught was a lie, while Iroh must acknowledge and face the sins of his past. Eventually, Aang and Zuko become close friends, and Zuko begins to feel things he has never felt for anyone before. However, Zhao will not give up easily, and will do whatever it takes to capture the Avatar and his traitor accomplices.

Book 2 Synopsis:

Zuko and Iroh have now officially denounced the Fire Nation and the Royal Family and are dedicating themselves to helping Aang fight against the forces of their homeland. After narrowly escaping Admiral Zhao at Crescent Island during the winter solstice of 96 AG, Aang, Zuko, and Iroh travel south in search of the Southern Water Tribe village Aang has been dreaming about. The village is in danger: the Southern Raiders are coming, and it will be up to our trio - with the help of a couple of Water Tribe siblings - to unite the remaining villages of the Southern Water Tribe so that they will stand a fighting chance.

I got an iPad for Xmas and I’ve spent the past couple days working on this! :) I’m super happy with how it turned out!

Zuko’s about 14 here - his hair length is how it looks about halfway through this Book. I’ll probably do another piece to show what he looks like at the end of the Book since his hair is a lot longer now with it being almost a year since he cut it in the AU’s timeline (we’re now approaching the Northern Water Tribe storyline). I’ve also never drawn weapons before… so I hope his broadswords don’t look too wonky 😅

Aang is about 13 here. He’s wearing a new outfit as well, which I thought made sense since this AU takes place over 3-4 years instead of less than one year like in the OG series. Aang’s gonna grow a lot over the course of this AU, so he can’t just keep wearing his Air Nomad trainee clothes indefinitely lol.

I plan to do a lot more pieces in the future as I get the hang of digital art, so I would like to draw more characters (like Iroh, Sokka, and Katara) and more looks for Aang and Zuko. I’m also really excited for Book 3, which will be Earth in my fic (Earth is my absolute favorite season of the OG show). Zuko’s hair will probably be long enough to pull back into a ponytail again at some point during that book… Though this time it will be a different style :) gotta do some brainstorming for that one!

I’m close to wrapping up the next chapter, in which our characters make a return to the Northern Air Temple! I haven’t had as much time to work on it recently just due to all the holiday stuff that’s been going on. It’s probably gonna be a shorter chapter as well (which I don’t mind, I hope y’all don’t either). But after that, we’ll finally be in the Northern Water Tribe! :)

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starstrukk // zhou guanyu

summary: there were many things that fred vasseur took on when he became the team principal of alfa romeo racing. the hardest task, however, seems to currently be keeping zhou guanyu away from his daughter.

or, the four times that y/n vasseur and zhou guanyu were almost interrupted by fred, and the one time that he found out about his daughter and his rookie

pairing: zhou guanyu x vasseur! reader

warnings: fred is in a constant state of disappointed father energy, there will be multiple sex or almost-sex scenes, so you have been warned. secret relationships, google translated mandarin. mentions of silverstone 2022.

author's note: this is pure crack. i came up with this idea during me real estate law test review when i should have been paying attention and just chose not to.

when y/n met zhou.

she hated parties. especially team parties.

there was no reason for her to be at the gala, and she'd told her father as much, but he wanted his family around him to open the 2022 racing season. and, as much as she wanted to protest, y/n vasseur was a daddy's girl through and through. she loved her father to bits.

which was how she found herself dressed in a cherry red gown she bought at melanie lyne for less than $500, the dress that she wore to all of these stupid events, with her forty-dollar skin-tone aldo heels on underneath, her dark hair curled in her apartment bathroom less than an hour before. the curling iron hadn't been hot enough, and her hair was already starting to lose it's shape.

she was sitting at the table alone, reading a romance book on her phone that followed an fbi agent and the woman he was sworn to protect. it wasn't the best thing she had read in her life, but it was better than following her father around and pretending to be interested in chatting with representatives from orlen and singha.

that was the night that she met zhou guanyu for the first time.

the driver looked like a deer in headlights as fred paraded the rookie around the room, brushing elbows with investors. valtteri was smart enough to slip away from fred at any chance he could get, but zhou hadn't gotten the memo. he was new to this. he probably didn't even know that there was a memo to begin with.

when she saw how miserable the driver looked, it was like something inside her changed. she knew well enough that she had had that same look on her face throughout every sponsorship event she had attended since she was thirteen years old. she found herself shutting off her phone and slipping it into her sequined clutch purse before she made her way over to where her father and zhou were talking to a tuxedoed representative from mitsubishi.

"hi." she cut in, introducing herself as she stuck a hand out for the rookie driver to shake. "y/n vasseur. has my father bored you to death yet?"

she felt a sense of accomplishment when zhou smiled at her, his hand heavy and inviting in hers. "not yet, but i think i lost a few decades since this whole thing started."

"oh, you and me both."

the first time fred thought something was up.

it was the third race of the year. y/n vasseur was sitting in a corner office in the alfa romeo motorhome, her thick hair tied in a clumsy ponytail, legs crossed underneath her as she hunched over her macbook, a ceramic hot chocolate mug rapidly cooling next to her as she narrowed her eyes at the pdf file she was reading.

she considered herself lucky to be allowed to work remotely. she worried about fred a little too often, and found herself accompanying him to a few races a year, not just for the atmosphere, but to make sure that her father didn't work himself too hard.

the office door slowly clicked open, something she barely noticed as she chewed on the end of her pen, music thrumming through the airpod in her right ear.

the door closed as quietly as it had opened, two strong arms wrapping her in a warm, comforting embrace as zhou guanyu kissed her softly on the cheek.

"don't work yourself too hard, bao bei. you've been stressed out all weekend. i'm worried about you."

"if anyone should be worried, it should be me." she joked. "my boyfriend is the one who's about to strap himself into a three-hundred mile an hour death trap".

she leaned back in her chair, looking over at the driver. he still had his arms around her, and she reached up to lace her fingers with his.

"have you eaten yet? i brought you a bowl of fettucine from hospitality." zhou hummed, kissing her forehead.

"thank you, baby." she said softly, standing up from her desk chair to properly wrap her arms around the driver.

her father still didn't know that she was seeing his rookie driver. she knew that frederic would overreact, and someone (likely zhou) would lose their job, and all credibility within the sport, especially given how high-stress everybody felt during a race weekend. she was planning on at least waiting until the summer break to tell her father.

"i love you." she hummed, kissing him softly, one hand gently carding through zhou's hair as he held her, his tongue moving softly with hers.

"i love you more." he hummed, cradling her body close. "my lucky charm."

"hm, yeah? i'm your lucky charm?" she giggled, pressing up on her tiptoes, looping her arms around her lover's neck.

"yeah, yeah you are." he hummed, kissing her again as she pushed him down onto the couch, halfheartedly looking over at the large tinted window to make sure that the blinds were drawn enough that nobody could see what they were about to do.

she kicked off her slip-on vans, straddling zhou with one knee on either side of his lap as she kissed him hard, grinding down on his lap, one hand on either side of his face. the driver clutched her thighs, moaning softly as he tilted his head back to allow the heated make-out session to take on a better angle.

"mhm, should i give you a little extra luck, baby?" she hummed, gently tugging at his hair before she kissed him deeply, one hand moving down his chest.

"mhm, yeah, how are you going to do that, angel face?" he breathed as she kissed his neck, hands fumbling with the buttons on his slacks.

"i can think of a few ways." she grinned, wrapping her palm around zhou's erection before moving her hand up and down his shaft, peppering kisses to his neck as she worked.

"oh, bao bei." he hummed, throwing his head back. "just like that, darling. just like that." he moaned as he bucked his hips into her hand, and she could feel the heat building up between her legs as she slipped off his lap, hand still working as she situated herself between his spread legs.

she smiled up at her lover, pressing a kiss to his thigh before taking his length into her mouth, hands braced on his thighs as zhou moaned in pleasure, biting his lower lip as so not to be heard through the thin walls before he mumbled something in mandarin.

"your mouth feels like heaven, baby." he hummed, reaching down to wrap his hand around her ponytail. "take it nice and slowly, let's not rush this."

he leaned back against the couch, another strangled moan leaving his throat.

until there was a knock on the door.

y/n had never sprung to her feet so fast, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with the hem of her cotton crop top, her lover's still-hard cock falling from her mouth as she looked over at the door.

"y/n? are you in there, kiddo?" fred vasseur's voice echoed into the room, panic sinking into y/n's bones.

"closet, now." she hissed, practically pulling zhou off the couch. "he can't know you're here." she turned back to the door as her boyfriend backed into the small closet, a throw pillow from the couch covering his painful hard on. "one second, dad!"

she kissed zhou apologetically before she closed the closet door, quickly giving her appearance a once over in her phone camera before opening the office door.

"hey, dad. what's up?"

"just checking on my beautiful daughter." fred vasseur answered honestly, pulling his daughter in for a hug. "are you coming out to watch the qualifying session?"

y/n nodded. "yeah, i need a break from my work. i feel like my eyes have gone numb from staring at that screen all morning. how are you doing? you aren't working too hard?"

fred shrugged. "you know how it is. have you had lunch yet?"

y/n nodded. "i had something brought up from hospitality, literally like ten minutes ago. i haven't eaten yet, though. when does qualifying start?"

"in about an hour. i'm trying to wrangle the drivers. you haven't seen guanyu, have you?"

"no, i haven't sorry." she wondered if she answered too fast, if her dad knew something was up.

if her dad knew that his rookie driver was hiding in her office closet. that zhou guanyu's cock had been down his daughter's throat not even a minute before she opened that office door. "dad, i hate to cut this short, but i really do have work to do."

fred cleared his throat "right, sorry kiddo." he looked like he was about to back away, when he paused. "do i smell men's cologne?"

shit. zhou's dior cologne had a very distinct smell to it, following the chinese driver around like a cloud.

"dad!" she warned, moving to close the door. "you have work to do!"

"no boyfriends in the motorhome, y/n! you know the rules!"

"goodbye, dad!"

at the sound of the door closing, zhou knocked on the closet door from the inside. "can i come out now?"

she opened the closet door, frowning sadly at her boyfriend. "hey. sorry about my dad. no boys in the motorhome has been a rule since i was sixteen. not like i ever had boys to bring in to the motorhome."

"it's okay." zhou said softly, kissing her on the forehead, one hand cupping the side of her face. "i know why you don't want him to know about us."

"thank you for understanding, guanyu. i love you, baby." she pressed up against her boyfriend to kiss him softly, her tongue slipping into his mouth before she gently bit down on his bottom lip.

"now, let's take care of that pesky little problem you've got down there." she hummed mischeviously, her hand sliding down the front of his boxers.

now fred definitely knows that something is up, but he doesn't know with who.

the sun was filtering through the sheer curtains into y/n vasseur's bedroom. she was curled up comfortably underneath the goose down duvet, zhou guanyu's arms wrapped securely around her, her head resting on his chest as she stirred awake.

"good morning, gorgeous." zhou hummed, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she nuzzled her nose into his bare chest.

"mornin'." she grumbled, pulling the covers up over their groggy bodies. "can i go back to bed?"

zhou laughed, running his fingers through her hair. "don't you have to go to work?"

she shook her head, hooking her leg over zhou's thigh before kissing him softly. "i'm working from home today. do you have to do anything?"

"just a sponsorship meeting." he hummed softly, kissing her again.

"so we can stay in bed longer?" y/n said hopefully, raising her eyebrows as she moved to straddle her lover, silk pajama shorts riding up on her thighs.

"of course we can, angel face." zhou grins, his hands on her hips as he rolled their bodies over so that he was hovering over her, his arms caging her to the bed.

he kissed her softly, smiles of contentment blooming on their faces. y/n loved soft, cozy mornings like these. mornings where she could lie in bed with the man she loved, feeling safe, loved and secure. days where they would be content doing nothing at all.

"i love mornings like these." she hummed as zhou softly pressed kisses to her face, the knotted drawstring of his sweatpants pressing into her bare stomach where the old band shirt she slept in had ridden up. "just you and me. no worries, no responsibilities." she giggled as zhou blew a raspberry into her neck.

"so how do you want to spend this free morning?" zhou hummed, his fingers teasing the waistband of her shorts.

"i can think of a few ideas." she said huskily, raising an eyebrow as she slipped one hand down the back of her lover's sweatpants to cup the globe of his ass within her palm.

zhou smiled, leaning in to kiss her sweetly, and deeply. "i like the way you think, vasseur."

she hooked her leg over his thigh, grinding against the ever-growing bulge in her boyfriend's sweatpants as zhou slipped his tongue into her mouth. she moaned in contentment, burying her fingers in his hair as the driver gripped her thigh tightly.

zhou's nimble fingers began to unlace the drawstring resting just below his lover's navel when her cell phone began to ring from the nightstand.

"motherfucker!" y/n groaned, gently pushing zhou off of her. "again, dad! seriously?"

zhou chuckled, sitting back on his heels. "how do you know it's your dad?"

"because my phone is on 'do not disturb' and he's one of three people that are on the greenlit calls list." she groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes.

her lover looked at her thoughtfully, running his thumb over the soft flesh of her calf. "do you want me to run you a shower, bao bei? that way the water is all warm and ready for you when you're done talking to your dad?"

"that would be great, love. thank you." she hummed, sitting up and kissing zhou softly before reaching for her phone. once zhou was safely out of her bedroom, she swiped to answer the whatsapp video call from her father. "hi, dad. why in god's name are you calling me at seven in the morning on a friday?"

fred vasseur chuckled, looking at his daughter's dishevelled appearance and the messy, crinkled sheets that she had pulled around her shoulders. "i was just double checking if we were doing lunch today or tomorrow. your mother tried to get me on that google calendar thing, but i don't think it synced properly with my phone and i can't find the lunch anywhere."

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes. "dad, that could have been a text message."

"i know. but i just wanted to talk to my baby girl."

"dad, i'm twenty-two years old, hardly your baby girl any more." she chuckled, running a hand through her hair.

frederic smiled. "nonsense, y/n. you'll always be my little girl."

she could hear the shower in her miniscule ensuite bathroom whistle to life, the rush of warm water a comforting background noise through the pale pink wall.

"y/n, is there someone else in your apartment? is that why you wanted to get rid of me so easily?"

"no!" y/n said, again, a little too fast for her father not to have gathered that there was, in fact, another person in her apartment. "i just turned the shower on before i answered your call. you know how long that the water takes to warm up in my apartment."

"babe!"

fuck me. y/n visibly recoiled when zhou's voice echoed through the apartment.

"what body wash did you want?" the rookie driver grinned, sticking his head out the doorframe.

y/n glared at him, hiding the camera from her father as she made a slicing motion across her throat to indicate that the driver should probably stop talking.

"y/n y/m/n vasseur! do you have a boy in your apartment? and is that a hickey on your neck?"

"i'll meet you for lunch at 1:30, the usual spot." y/n said hurriedly, grabbing her cell phone from the mattress next to her and reasdjusting the duvet that was wrapped around her shoulders so that her father couldn't see the glaring red mark where her neck met her collarbone. "we are not talking about my love life at any point today."

"no, i think it's good that you've found someone!" fred beamed. "is it somebody that i know?"

"no, dad. i'm not dating within the sport." she wondered if her father could hear the untruths in her voice. "but i'm not ready to introduce him to the dumpster fire that which is my father's workplace."

"do i at least get a name?"

"goodbye, dad." she groaned, hanging up before she flopped back on the bed, head in her hands as she fought the urge to scream.

the time he guessed but knew better than to say anything.

the silverstone crash had rattled everybody. but what hurt y/n vasseur the most was having to keep her emotion under wraps as she watched her boyfriend's car flip over going into the first corner, the halo dragging across the tarmac and the grass before tumbling over a tyre barrier.

as far as her father was concerned, her friendship with zhou guanyu was strictly platonic, and she was struggling to keep her composure. she needed to be as calm as every other person in the alfa romeo garage as she stood on the pit wall next to her father, nervously clutching frederic's arm and chewing on her nails to distract herself.

to refrain from shouting out, refrain from sobbing.

her lover was strapped in a tin death trap, dangling from his seat and pressed up against the chain link fence, and she couldn't show any emotion whatsoever.

when it was confirmed that zhou was okay, and he had been transferred to the medical bay, y/n finally allowed herself to feel the torrent of emotions that she had kept bottled up like the seashells and sand she kept in that jar on her mantel.

she made her way out into the paddock, still struggling to force her weak, cement-block legs to move, trying to process the gut-wrenching, straight out of tv moment that had just unfolded in front of her eyes.

the first few silent tears began to fall, and when she walked past charles leclerc, who grabbed her by the arm and asked if she was okay, the monegasque driver's voice sounding like it was miles away, she woke up.

and she let out the first heart-breaking sob as she collapsed against charles' side, still unable to find the words.

how was she supposed to explain that she had just watched the love of her life almost lose his.

"i love him!" she coughed out, struggling to stand on her own two feet as charles gripped her arms, trying to avoid making a scene. "can you take me to see him, charles? i need to see guanyu."

if charles was fazed by how shaken up his former team principal's daughter was, he didn't show it as he guided her towards the medical bay, allowing the french girl to compose herself before going inside.

her face was red and puffy, and it was clear as day to all inside the room that she had been sobbing just moments before. she waved wearily at alex albon, who flashed her a look of discomfort along with a subtle raise of the hand as one of the nurses conducted an ultrasound on his wrist.

she quietly asked one of the nurses where her lover was before slipping behind the thin plastic sheet keeping zhou's condition private from the rest of the wards.

"you scared me, jackass." she tried to smile, voice shaky as she tried not to cry. "i'm glad that you're okay."

"oh, bao bei." zhou's voice wavered. "come here. i'm so sorry for scaring you, but i'm fine, see?"

shaking her head, y/n slipped onto the hospital bed next to zhou, gingerly wrapping her arms around him before pressing a single kiss to the side of his head, balaclava lines still visible on his face. "please, never do that to me again."

"i'm not going anywhere, angel face." he sighed, turning his head to kiss her. "i was so scared. i genuinely thought i wasn't going to be able to get out of that car. if it wasn't for george..."

"i know, honey." y/n sighed, resting her forehead against his as a tear began to fall down her face, following the tracks of the many salty emotions that had spilled over before it. "i love you." she whispered, her lips ghosting over her boyfriends skin as she curled into his side.

the plastic curtain slid open again, and fred vasseur jokingly knocked on the wall before making his way inside. if he was at all shocked at the sight of his driver and his daughter curled up in the hospital bed, he didn't show it.

fred had been beginning to suspect something was up in his daughter's love life for a few months now. but if this breif moment in time was confirming anything at all in his mind, he chose to keep it to himself.

"hey, champ. that's one hell of a recovery you've made."

and the time that fred vasseur walked in on a very compromising situation.

the moon was high as fred vasseur steered the alfa romeo into his daughter's driveway. the team had just had a sponsorship meeting, a gala if you will, and y/n and zhou had decided that it would just bea easier for zhou to just leave his car outside y/n's flat.

of course, what fred didn't need to know was that zhou guanyu had just spent the weekend at his daughter's flat, and had really all but moved in with her.

"thanks for the ride, dad. i'll call you in the morning." y/n said, leaning over the console to kiss her father on the cheek before opening the passenger side door and slipping out of the luxury vehicle.

behind her, zhou slipped almost ghost-like out of the backseat, waiting for frederic to reverse out of the driveway before he allowed himself to slip his arm around his girlfriend's waist, the couple turning to walk up the cobblestone drive to y/n's front door.

as soon as the front door was closed and they were certain that they wouldn't get caught, y/n slipped out of her leather jacket, spinning barefoot in the front hall so the shimmery black fabric of her gown swirled around her legs.

this was a different dress than the one she normally wore to such an event. she decided to change things up this far into the season. and it helped that her boyfriend was sponsored by dior and prada.

"i'm not going to lie," she hummed, reaching for zhou's collar and undoing the first few buttons on the white silk shirt she wore underneath his suit jacket. "it's been very hard to keep my hands off of you tonight. you look very sexy in a suit, my love."

zhou smiled, sliding his hands gently over his girlfriend's waist. "well, clearly you are the only one who had that problem."

"yeah, what were you thinking with that under-the-table stuff?" y/n giggled, playfully smacking zhou's chest. "i thought for sure that dad would realize something was up."

"i was barely touching you." zhou laughed, "my hand was literally just on your thigh."

"yeah, under my dress!" she smiled, pressing up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. "i love you, zhou guanyu."

"love you more, y/n vasseur."

they kissed softly in the front hall, both parties finding it increasingly difficult to keep the kisses gentle and sweet as hands began to grip tender flesh tighter, hands fumbling with buttons on shirts, sliding up slits in dresses. teeth nipping at lips, tongues brushing up against each other, sharp gasps escaping throats.

zhou's suit jacket fell to the floor, his shirt hanging limply off his frame without the buttons to hold it closed, his lover's hands roaming his warm, soft skin as his lips dipped down to kiss her neck, backing her up against the kitchen island.

"zhou, honey," she breathed, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked a hickey into her collarbone. "i'm not wearing a bra."

zhou paused, drawing away from y/n's neck to look her in the eyes, a cheeky grin on his face as he brushed her hair behind her ear. "just when i thought you couldn't get any sexier."

he kissed her again, hungry and full of passion as his hand slinked around her back to undo the ties holding her dress together, watching the straps slip down her shoulders and reveal her perfect, beautiful breasts.

"you're the most beautiful woman i have ever met." he mumbled huskily, kissing her again as her hands wrapped around his biceps, his hands moving to grope her chest, feeling himself getting harder with every breathy whine she let out.

switching his focus to her neck, he slipped his hands underneath the glittery lace of her dress, teasing his fingers along the outline of her lacy panties.

"guanyu," she whined, voice shaky and desperate, bucking her hips against his slender, nimble fingers. "i need you so badly. i need you to fuck me."

"i've got you, bao bei." he hummed, kissing her forehead sweetly before tugging at the waistband of her panties, doing his best not to rip them but simultaneously not caring if he tore them in half.

the skimpy fabric fell to the floor, y/n's hands flying to the fabric covering her lover's very obvious hard-on. she undid the button holding his slacks together, slipping her hand into his boxers before palming his cock and guiding it towards the center of her spread legs.

he sunk inside of her, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she cursed in french, the end of the curse pitching into a moan as he began to thrust inside her, a deep groan leaving his own throat

"fuck, just like that, baby." she whined, throwing her head back as her fingernails dug into his shoulders, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping core, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body.

"y/n?" a heavily accented voice called from the front hallway, followed shortly by the front door swinging shut. "you left your purse in my- holy mary mother of christ!"

"dad!? what the fuck?" y/n screamed, jumping off the counter and scrambling to right her dress as zhou hastily does up the zipper on his slacks, turning his back to his team principal. "you can't just barge into my flat!"

"you left the door unlocked!" fred vassuer moaned, his eyes still closed. "can i open my eyes yet? are you both decent?"

"uhh, i think so?" she said hesitantly, panic flaring in her bones as she scrambled to kick her discarded panties behind the island and out of sight. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"you left your purse in my car." fred glared, passing his daughter the small dooney and bourke handbag. "i've known somethignw as up since silverstone, but seriously? on the kitchen island? you guys haven't been home half an hour yet!"

"i'm so sorry, sir." zhou pleaded, reaching for his girlfriend's hand. "we never meant for it to be like this. we were going to tell you once the season was over."

"were you at least using protection? or not, i mean, i'd like to become a grandfather before i die."

"dad!" y/n scolded. "can we talk about this another time, please?"

"i am so taking that ferrari job."

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Recap of IWTV Screening and Conversation at 92stY

(Please dont repost/reupload my pics or vids from here or IG anywhere else. Sharing/linkinh is ok. Thanks!)

I started the day with a fang gang meetup hosted by Black Girl Talks Fangs. The restaurant was cute and the food great. I'm not a big wine drinker but got a blood red Chateau in honor of the occasion. After, we headed over to the event space.

In my experience attending different events there, the actors typically come in just before the event starts or a few minutes into the screening.

In this case- it was both.

Eric strolled up super casual and had a convo with myself and a few other fans asking if we had read the books and what we were looking forward to. He gave a parting message that the season is amazing and he is not just saying that because he is part of it. I believe him. He was super personable and down to earth.

Delainey arrived next and again kind and generous with her time. She has a very chill energy. Her outfit was more casual this day but I thought chic and the face card never declines. Her makeup artist does her right! And can we talk about that sleek ass ponytail

She complimented my cosplay and said she thinks my beret might be the screen accurate one!

She asked to touch it and said mine was softer!

She also said Carol Cutshall gifted her the beret so she owns Claudia's.

I put this cosplay together in 3 weeks which is barely enough time. Thankfully I had the idea knocking around since October when we first saw this fit in the trailer that dropped at NYCC 23.

Myself and a few fans waited till about 15 minutes into the start of the screening before we gave up on waiting for Jam Reiderson.

While running to the screening I nearly literally ran into Rolin. I asked for a quick pic which he obliged.

The episode was amazing. Very much on par of season 1 so far. Can't wait to see the full thing. Delainey fit into Claudia seamlessly.

The panel itself was great as well. I have a few vids in my IWTV highlight on IG and a few others in an upcoming youtube video I will make AFTER the episode drops. There are some spoiler bits plus 92Y is dropping the full panel too after the ep airs.

Highlights include watching Jam Reiderson literally communicate telepathically- what was the fun on set story?!

Sam slapping Jacobs' lower inner thigh in front of god (Rolin) and everyone.

Working together is like putting on an old glove. An old sock?! Lol what. 'Is that dirty?'

Assad trauma dumping on main. "Armands lost...like me." "I'm intimidated by the cast" Sir please!

Assad also being spicy saying he thinks Armands memory of Lestat is pretty accurate. Drag him king😄

Delainey and Jacob gushing about how they immediately bonded and established their father/daughter/sibling vibes.

Eric calling Jam puppies and Jacob saying "I'm a grown man a parent"lol Sir you are a baby girl as evidenced by

Rolin saying that's a book and this is a show. To me that said was book lovers have the book and you always will but this is a new thing that respects the source but isn't tied down to every single detail.

Then Sam saying there are contradictions even within the series. Please lets talk about it.

And I love this new narrative everyone is spinning, even Sam, who seemed to be in the Lestat is right and Louis is lying boat last press go round. Now everyone is saying there is no right and wrong or truth and lies-the story is told by different people with different perspectives and that's all. Which yes! that's ALWAYS how I saw it! Just because Lestat became the main character and most favored doesn't mean he is infallible.

Jacob and that plushie. Who would have imagined he'd love it so much. Another fan was coming with their Lestat. I don't know if they had intentions of giving it to Sam but sadly they didn't make it.

After the panel I went back to the spot and aimed to get Jacobs signature on my Street of Immortality print which I managed.

I would have loved to get Sam's to but I also wanted to give other fans the chance to get photos and autos. I was already so lucky.

They signed for a loooong time. So long I thought our side wouldnt have a chance or only a few people would. Turns out fans were conducting mini interviews with them lol Someone needs to collect all the questions and answers.

Also they are the smallest cast you've ever seem. Pocketbsized. Everyone one of them is so unassuming.

Overall I had a super good time. The audience vibes were immaculate. The person beside me during the screening/panel was losing their shit then apologizing. But honestly I was here for it lol

Also you could 100% tell it was an audience full of the online fandom.

I ended the night checking out the Time Square ad. It was awesome to see our vamps represented. Hopefully we get a ton of new fans from all the amazing marketing this year.

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

It's kinda sad that the moment El moved out of Hawkins (and away from Max) she went back to wearing clothes that weren't her; like the flannels and all.

Somehow this shows that she only felt comfortable and safe to be herself with Max. Like, they were the happiest here.

I mean, the El we saw in season 3, when she was discovering what she really liked, she wouldn't have worn this.

I mean, Joyce, Will and Jonathan are great and take good care of her, they are her family now, but still, they don't understand her like Max.

Well, maybe Will and Jonathan do, in parts, but since Loonie left them, they didn't have to hide who they are because Joyce loves and accepts them just the way they are and she might not be perfect, but she loves them with everything she is.

El never had that. She never had a loving, somehow stable home. Yeah, Hopper was great and he took care of her, he protected her and he definitely loves her, but that doesn't erase all the pain, the trauma, all the abuse she experienced in that lab. And the only person who gets that, is Max because her life was as fucked up as El.

Max never had a stable life, her dad didn't really care about her, Susan thinks that they need a man to take care of them and puts Max safety in jeopardy because of it by bringing Neil and Billy into their lives, and then losing everything after Billy's death. Neil simply kicked them out of the house with nothing to support themselves. Probably not even their clothes because it was bought with his money.

So, Max starts wearing shirts too big for her (not that it doesn't look good on her, but it's not really her style, compared to season 2 and specially season 3), her hair is shorter, always in a loose ponytail.

and her smile is gone, just like the sparkle in her eyes. and I know this is directly related to her depression and it hurts to see her going through this. Alone.

She lost everything; her best friend, the home, her mom is working two jobs just so they can have the minimum, and not to mention her mom is also drinking so she's on her own. And on top of that she needs to deal with the guilt she feels for Billy's death and at the same time for feeling he deserved what happened.

And we know that in this show, even clothes there's a lot of meanings. It's not really any theory or anything, it's just kind of a character analysis. Sort of. Anyway.

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Karasuno

a/n: oh dear. hello everyone. i am back, gigi is back and this is the newest installment of the manager series :))) i hope you guys like it and sending much love!!! <3

a/n: have fun :)

mm okay so this is a new series

or season?

the series is the managers and this is a new season because this is karasuno’s manager!!! :)))) 

everyone say hi!!!

she’s a wittle first year and shes a cute little thing but she got the energy of a rabid chihuahua

so this is how it you came to be

when mommy and daddy love each other very much-

hehe i kid i kid

but srsly, the whole bird and bees thing

and then boom, you were attending middle school in hyogo

you were a first year that was taken in by a pair of twins that were your neighbors

the miyas

miya osamu <3

and

miya atsumu >:3

they were what got you into volleyball in the first place even though you were more into soccer like your papa and even talked you into being their team’s manager

so here you were, freshly turned 12 (because you were the youngest of your entire grade) and suddenly responsible for a bunch of older kids

the coach helped you too of course but it was a lot of work and so when the twins left and you became a third year, you were practically a know-it-all with volleyball

flying receives?

jump serves?

you learned from the best B)

however,

when you were about 3 months into being in high school and as their current manager at inarizaki,

tragedy struck.

see, your parents were often out of town and tended to go overseas for business but when a plane that they were on crashed causing their death, you had no choice but to be taken in by your next of kin which was your uncle down in miyagi

he was your mom’s cousin but she practically saw him as her brother and you didnt really talk to him very much, apart from the times your mom called him and a few sentences of greetings were exchanged, but you knew who he was because your mom was close to him

duh, you were grieving and loss is such a hard thing to go through

the miya twins were there for you the whole time, even when they were busy

i mean like you lived at their house because you couldn’t stand being in the same home that you once shared with your parents

they didnt take it very well when you had to leave but they understood as long as you promised to come visit them soon so you get to see them play on the big stage

:’)

so here you were, on the train en route to miyagi where your uncle was supposed to be waiting for you

the time on your phone blared that it’s been nearly 5 hours and you’re supposed to be approaching the prefecture now

you’ve taken the train by yourself before but it still doesn’t make it any less nerve-wracking because one, you’re alone and two, theres a lot of people

you didnt really do well with a lot of people nor the anxiety that bubbles in you whenever you stuck in a place for a very long time

it doesn’t help that the worst thing to ever happen has happened

eventually, the conductor went around and it was announced that you have arrived so you quickly grabbed your backpack and your duffel bag before rushing to grab the one large suitcase that was at the back of your compartment

the rest of your luggage and clothing was already taken to miyagi when your uncle drove all the way to hyogo to pick it up so you wouldn’t be inconvenienced during your way there

hes so sweet

you pulled the handle and gripped it, nerves eating you away and sleep pulling behind your eyes but you couldnt sleep

you didnt want to

the doors opened and you hurried out, getting past the many people and you saw the familiar hair of your uncle

his bleached hair was pulled back into a baby ponytail and his headband kept stray hairs from clouding his eyes

‘y/n-chan!’ he shouted and waved

you cringed at how zealous he was and the attention he was receiving from strangers so you hurried over to him

he rushed to give you a hug as if you didnt just see him a few days ago

‘oji’ you mumbled in greeting and he pulled back, giving you a wide grin

‘man! i can’t believe you’re as tall as my shoulders! before, you were still a tiny little baby that was smaller than my arm!’

you turned red and began to pull him to go home because he was attracting many stares from blushing ladies

sigh

you guys reached his cute yellow car and piled your suitcase and duffel bag in the back so the two of you could settle in the front seats

he started the car and drove off the parking lot and into the streets

wow, it doesnt look very different to hyogo

‘how are ya, y/n-chan?’

his tone was softer and you turn to look at him

he was focused on the road but it definitely sounded like his mind was somewhere else and he was trying to concentrate on talking to you

‘’m okay’ you mumbled

he was there during the funeral and the only one to attend since your grandfather and aunt was in the middle of recovering from their surgery and your other family members had other obligations

as if this wasn’t more important 

but he was there and you couldn’t be more thankful enough

you were only 15

you don’t know how to plan a funeral and a burial by yourself

not to mention their will and the passing on of their estate 

like bruh thats stuff that you have no idea on what to do with

so keishin was there to help you sort it out and meeting with legal attorneys and you were lucky that he always made sure that you understood what they were saying and making sure with you that whatever you decided is your choice and it shouldn’t be influenced by him or the lawyers

keishin is worried about you a lot since it happened and didn’t even want to go back to miyagi afterwards but his store needed to be opened and he doesn’t have anyone else to run it apart from his mother, who he really doesn’t want moving around since she also just got knee surgery

‘are you sure? you know i’m here when you need to talk. i lost her too so i understand most than anyone’

he quietly comforted you and your nose began to sting as a signal from the incoming tears but you looked out the window and to the trees that you passed by

‘i dont want to’ you whispered to him and keishin nodded

he won’t force you but just to let you know that he was there and will always be there

you two drove in a comfortable silence and you arrived at his family home where you will be staying

‘this is where your ma grew up. its a shame she never brought you or your pops down to visit but it can’t be helped. your grandma is in there sleeping right now so its best you keep the noise down a bit but im sure she’ll be excited to see you, kid’

you got settled into the house quickly and keishin’s mom who you could call as your aunt was very excited to see you and you smiled and hugged her and stuff

apparently your grandpa was helping some friend with his rice farm and such

sigh. you remember kita-senpai so that made you sad

since you just got there, they gave you some time to adjust like a month off of school

but you come to find out that you were enrolled in a nearby school, karasuno, which was somehow associated with your uncle

keishin attended there too when he was young and so did your mom but was now the volleyball team’s coach

you were a little >:\ because you wanted to stay in hyogo with the twins but you knew that you needed to be taken cared of right now

you were still young and even now, grieving is a process that would be easier with family

keishin got you all set for your first day and you had to hide a laugh at how excited he was when he gave you your uniform

‘its like sending off my own kid to school!’

gosh he gives such dad vibes now

your first day!!!!

of course keishin got you a little whiteboard that says first day of high school written on it and he told you to stand in front of the door so he could take a picture

even his ma was giggling behind him while you were red at the amount of attention he was giving to this entire ordeal

‘come on! here’s your lunch and some allowance to get something good at the vending machine. i would’ve sent you off myself but i got a delivery for the store. you remember how to get there right? if not, you got the directions in your notes?’

you rolled your eyes playfully

‘yes, oji. me gots it’

keishin actually walked you to the school a few days ago to teach you the way there and my gosh hes adorable

you tightened the straps of your backpack and hugged your grandma and grandpa before venturing out

it was so quiet

the neighborhood that you lived in was the kind where old people lived so there was no sound of students talking amongst themselves

but about 5 minutes into your walk, you found a pair of students, boys, who were going to the same direction you were in

one had his headphones over his ears and the other was talking to him like he didn’t see the headphones at all

you could only see the back of their heads and noticed that the one who was talking had dark green hair and was shorter than the one wearing the headphones, who was blonde and was really, really tall

the only person was omimi-senpai

and that dude had to be around his height

you had your earbuds in so you couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying but you were just walking along and absorbing the scenery instead of hurrying to class

then the tall blonde guy stopped walking but you were too busy at looking around you to notice that he stopped so you bumped into his back and made a noise of surprise

duh the first thing to come out of your mouth was an apology

‘sorry!’

bro it wasn’t your fault that this dude just stopped out of nowhere

but this guy turned his head around at you and met your eyes

you shivered, scared at his glare at you 

‘’m sorry’

you apologized again by bowing and walking around him to prevent anymore accidents

you weren’t gonna make a big deal about it because it was just an accident but you were afraid he was going to yell at you or something

instead of trying to have a peaceful walk, you were speed-walking to the school and even got lost once since you turned at a wrong street

but dw dw you just had to call keishin in a panic and after laughing, he helped you back to your destination

even google maps didn’t help you bruh

gigi fact: i went to dublin and was looking for nandos and we were walking but the gps thing didnt work correctly so we walked in circles around the city without ever finding nandos

in the end, gigi never got her nandos

anyways!

you went to the little office they got in the front of the school and you smiled at the lady

‘hi, ma name is l/n y/n’

she looked at you and nodded

‘new student?’

duh

but you nodded

‘id please?’

you fumbled in your bag and found your old inarizaki id because all of your other important ids were with keishin

lowkey kinda scary but maybe i just got trust issues

it seemed like it was good enough for her so she quickly typed something in the computer and after many clicks later, she got up to get something from the printer and returned with your schedule and what looks like a card

an id?

she noticed you staring at the identification card

‘it seems a relative of yours with the name of ukai keishin sent your information from inarizaki high, if im correct, and with it, your school picture so we just transferred it over to our database and printed your school id from there’

you let out a small sigh of relief that you dont gotta take a picture and you thanked her then grabbed your things

class 1-4 huh?

you wandered around and found out that the layout of the school was like inarizaki with the third floor being for first years and the second for the second years and so on

but you hate stairs

so you were kinda already dying when you made it up to your floor and by this time, students were already arriving

you obviously felt out of place and even when you started high school back in hyogo, you were already friends with some people in there and with the help of the twins, you were a bit well-known already

but here

you were a total stranger

a background character

an uneasy feeling crept into your stomach but you inhaled and exhaled before walking to the room that was labeled ‘1-4’ 

in an instant, several pairs of eyes were on you

everyone wasn’t there yet but enough that you wanted to crawl into a hole and die

who needed school anyways?

the twins already promised you a future where you don’t gotta work so it doesn’t matter

speaking of, they were messaging you now with how your phone was vibrating and you hurriedly ran to a chair in the back of the room to avoid any more attention

you pulled your phone out and stopped a smile from creeping into your face

it was mainly atsumu sending crying emojis while osamu was fussing over the fact that you only packed some sandwiches for lunch but you were quick to calm down his concerns by telling them that you were gonna get some snacks from the vending machine

sigh

you miss them

a lot

if you were back in hyogo, they would already be in your class, annoying the ever loving god outta you along with the other guy in osamu’s class, suna

atsumu is actually in a class higher than his brother and he continues to use that as a bragging thing

but you really do miss them

it feels like something is missing

but you weren’t allowed to be in your feels for too long because you felt someone looming over you to your right and looked up to see the tall guy from earlier, golden-brown eyes piercing straight to you

you didnt do the whole gasping thing like they do in mangas but you did freeze

he was definitely going to pick you up and throw you outta the window beside you bruh

pray for me

gigi: im praying for you sis

‘can i help ya?’ you asked because we aint here to be stuttering and stammering like little anime girls

but you were still scared lmao

he looked down at you with a cold glare

‘youre in my seat’

goddammit y/n

of course you were

just your luck

y/n things, you know?

but you looked at him dumbly 

‘yer wha?’

maybe it was because you were scared of him that you didnt fully process his question 

but he leaned down at you, glasses shining for effect

‘you’re in my seat, shorty’

he repeated but with an edge this time

yea no you clearly heard that

so you grabbed your bag and stood up, hurrying out of the room

maybe you can go back home and tell keishin you weren’t feeling good and you didnt wanna be here

that could work

so you were standing outside of your class, away from the windows because duh the entire class saw the whole thing and you didnt want them to watch you like thats so embarrassing lmao

your fingers were typing a message to keishin but before you could hit send, you hear someone stop in front of you

you looked up and was met with a man who was quite short but you could tell he was a teacher

god, if hes your homeroom teacher-

‘oh? are you the new student? i’m your homeroom teacher, takeda ittetsu’

the lord just aint on your side isn’t he?

you stared at him with this grim look in your face that his brows were furrowed with concern

‘are you okay?’

you nodded, swallowing and looking to the side

he just nodded along and gestured to enter the room

you cursed in your head but followed him, surprised that everyone was already there

did they just appear there out of thin air?

or were you really that out of it to notice people walking in

‘everyone, we have a new student today. she is a transfer from hyogo so if you could please, welcome her to our school. would you like to introduce yourself?’

if takeda-sensei didnt have such a nice look on his face, you woulda bolted outta there

but also, that would be embarrassing if you just ran out

so you nodded and looked ahead, remembering atsumu’s advice

just look at the wall and tune everything and everyone else out

‘’m l/n y/n and ‘m from inarizaki high school. let’s get along’

ugh, awkward introductions were never my thing nor have i ever transferred during a school year either so idk man

takeda directed you to a seat by the windows and was in the middle of the rows so you were ahead of the tall scary guy

but my god, you felt his stare the entire time

by the time lunch rolls around, you were already ready to go home

you were messaging the twins and suna of what was happening and they all petitioned for you to move back home and into the miya household

osamu: in favor of y/n moving and staying with us, say i

atsumu: Iiiii would like that

suna: *hand raising emoji* i

*cue tears forming in your eyes*

they were so cute

but you were distracted from your phone when a bunch of students started whispering around you and you looked up to see a really really pretty girl at the doorway of your classroom

and she was looking directly at you

aint no way

you havent been here but only a few hours

how have you already made beef with people?

she saw that you were looking at her and after a split-second eye contact, she was already walking towards you before stopping beside your desk

‘can i help ya?’ you asked again, feeling deja vu

man, pretty people were really freaking scary

then she smiled 

small, but still a smile

‘i’m shimizu kiyoko, third year. i’m also the manager of the boys’ volleyball club’

ah! the club that your uncle coaches

so you felt a little better about that so you gave her a small smile back

‘o, ma uncle’s the coach. didja need’m?’

she shook her head and you could swear there were flowers radiating from her right now

‘actually, no. the third years would like to meet you and i was sent to collect you’

*cue the suspicious eye brow raise*

like we as the watchers know kiyoko is the absolute sweetest angel to ever exist but in a realistic point of view, this was still kinda sussy you know?

she saw the hesitation 

‘the team wants to meet you but that might be a lot for you so we thought it was okay for the third years to meet you instead. if you would like, you could call your uncle and see if it’s okay’

nah, you werent taking any chances so you hurriedly whipped out your phone and pressed 1

since he was in your emergency contact :’)

‘oji, theres dis really pretty lady who says shes the manager of yer team’

‘mhm. mhm. shimizu kiyoko’

‘ahhh, okei okei.’

you ended the call and looked at her before standing up

‘lead the way’

she brought you down many stairs and into a secluded little hallway of the third year floor

you were a bit scared so you were walking a little bit behind her but saw 3 figures at the end, just talking and one leaning out of the open window

they saw the two of you and perked up

‘oh hey! you must be coach’s niece!’

the one with grey hair raised a hand

‘yo’ you timidly greeted

the one with the man bun understood your shyness and gave you a small smile

‘azumane asahi’ he extended a hand and you were surprised at how soft his voice was

‘i’m sugawara koshi but feel free to call me suga-senpai!’ he gave you a peace sign that initially made you cringe but quickly found endearing

he seemed really nice

then the last one with the short black hair gave you a smile

‘i’m the captain of the team. sawamura daichi’

ahhh so he was the captain

well, he was no kita-san but they had the same vibe

the same aura

that authoritative and leading aura

they were quick to ask you questions and get to know you better and such

then the bell rang and the older boys bid farewell to you guys while kiyoko was gonna walk you back to your class

not like you were completely lost or anything

but as you walked, she asked you a question

‘y/n, would you like to be a manager? i’m graduating next year and i worry that we won’t have a new one to replace me’

you looked at her in surprise

did someone say something about you being a manager in your old school?

you blinked

‘me?’

she nods, softly

‘you know our coach already and the third years too. it wouldn’t be too hard to be friends with the others but i do admit they’re quite rambunctious’

it might sound like shes complaining but you turn and see her with a smile

‘do ya think i can do it?’

theres that underlying fear

you werent very social and you werent outgoing enough to make friends with anyone and everyone

back home, you had the twins who weaseled you in to the team in middle school and high school

but now, you were completely alone and you had no one, essentially

so yea youre kinda scared lmao

she hums

‘would you like to see first? you dont have to do anything’

you still hesitate

but maybe you can just sit there and see how it goes 

you could even walk home with your uncle afterwards and with him, you know you wouldnt get lost

so you nod and you were sent back to class which ended really quickly now that you got something to look forward to later

kiyoko picked you up from your classroom since she knew you werent sure where everything was and she asked you to wait outside a room while she got changed to her manager uniform

you were familiar of the manager uniforms since you had to wear it at junior high and high school too

you even still have your familiar red inarizaki jacket but you were too emotional to wear it nor did you want to wear another school’s jacket

kiyoko smiled when she saw you leaning against the wall after she came out and nudged you

‘follow me?’

you nodded, blinded by both her beauty and her striking white teeth

she made small talk with you along the way like how your first day was and if you liked miyagi 

she also asked about where you were from and hyogo

‘i managed ma school’s volleyball team too’

her eyes widened at that revelation

‘did you really? then you know how to do these things then!’

you smiled at her but didnt really answer

the two of you were nearing the gym and could hear the squeaks of shoes against the floor and the balls that were smacking against the walls

hehe

she opened the door and you heard shouts of her name before they saw you based on their silence

you observed the gym and noticed many heads, including the tall scary guy from your class

your brows furrowed when your eyes landed on him but he only looked at you with a blank expression

the third years already knew you so they were giving you a smile 

daichi, if you remember correctly, walked up to you and raised a hand

'hey, y/n! glad you could make it!'

you nodded

'shes just observing today, if thats okay?'

daichi lit up and clapped his hands

'of course! feel free to sit over there at the stage, y/n'

the gym wasnt like inarizaki where they had bleachers

it was just a metal box with a stage at the other side 

but before you could go, 3 people bounded up to you

one with orange hair

one with a buzzcut

and another with a bleached fringe

omg tsumu?

they looked at you with wonder

daichi noticed them and quickly put an arm in front of you

'everyone! this is l/n y/n, shes coach's niece and shes simply observing today. please be kind to her'

he pointedly looked at the meme trio and they shrunk back with a pout

but you grinned and raised a peace sign

'yo'

they immediately introduced themselves to you with hinata, noya, and tanaka being the very outgoing ones and hinata being the one who was in your year while the other two were second years

you also met the quieter and softer second years: ennoshita, kinoshita, and narita who shot you apologetic smiles after they saw the surprised and overwhelmed look you got after the trio talked your ear off

‘sorry about them. they can be a handful’

ennoshita apologized but you waved a hand around

‘don’ mind! don’ mind!’

and you met the other first years

the tall scary guy was tsukishima kei and the one who was walking next to him with the green hair this morning was yamaguchi and was strikingly opposite to his best friend

he had freckles and an adorable smile

‘hi, i’m yamaguchi tadashi’

he introduced himself with a bashful smile

your heart exploded with how cute he was and nodded before sticking a hand out for him to shake

‘l/n y/n’

then the last team member you were introduced to was kageyama tobio

he is a first-year setter with dark blue hair and seemed to have a hobby of bickering the with the tangerine

he was kinda quiet and a bit awkward with introducing himself but it cant be helped that people were awkward you know?

in a way, he reminded you of sunarin

sigh

you miss them

but once you were introduced to everyone, you simply sat on the edge of the stage and watched them practice

duh, you just met them so you werent gonna have an automatic friendship with any of them but it didnt mean that you were a stranger to them

your uncle did eventually arrive and he already knew that you met kiyoko and the others but he wasnt really sure if you were gonna be there at practice so he was still surprised to see you

keishin would look at you often just to check if you were uncomfortable but he saw some sort of light in your expression, a sense of excitement and longing

he knew that you were a part of a volleyball club in hyogo too since he met the twins in the midst of moving your stuff

so he knew that you had a connection to volleyball

which is why he dropped the hint to the third years and shimizu about possibly recruiting you as a manager for the team

once nightfall breaks and it was finally dark, everyone clapped as a signal that practice was over

you felt bad just watching them clean up so you jumped off the stage to pick up the stray balls and helping them dismantle the net as much as you could

‘y/n, here’s the cart’

shimizu gently said and you smiled before pushing it yourself and dropping the balls in as you went

she watched you with a soft gaze and she was looking forward to training you

she feels that she made the right choice

keishin rounded them up as a meeting before leaving and announced to stop by the store to get some ice pops as a treat for their hardwork today

you connected to the meme trio since they had an energy that reminded you of your friends back home and how lively they were

hinata and you bounced off each other effortlessly and you animatedly spoke to him the entire walk to the store

did you know where you were going?

no

but you were just following along with everyone else

‘ah, now we got two shortys to worry about’

tsukishima remarked from behind you and both you and hinata gave him a glare

‘rude’

hinata huffed and you nodded

‘its like i can never escape ya, tsukishima. are ya stalkin me?’

you teased and he rolled his eyes before shoving your shoulder lightly

‘dont be so vain, shrimp. maybe its because we live in the same area and go to the same school. its just a maybe though’

okay, hes sarcastic

keishin opened the door to the store and you greeted your auntie who was looking after it for the time

hinata wanted to get some chips but you wanted a drink so you went to the fridges in the back causing kageyama to follow you too

you noticed him stand beside you, looking at the contents of the fridge and you gave him a sideways smile

kageyama turned his head a bit when he saw you and nodded stiffly before opening and reaching for his milk

how cute

you grabbed your f/d and met up with everyone at the front

the third years were fussing over the meme trio while the second years were watching with an amused smile

your uncle stood beside you and nudged your arm

‘so? you okay with this?’

you looked at him and smiled softly

‘its fun’

yea keishin hasnt really seen you smile like that and he felt a warmth surge in his chest

he wanted to make sure you could start over here and help you move on from what happened

this is the first step to doing so

daichi waved you over and suga patted your head as he began to talk to you

you met keishin’s eyes and he nodded

that night, you were on a group facetime with your friends

tsumu: oi, y/n! ya better not be replacin’ us!

osamu: oh, shaddup, tsumu. nothin’ wrong with making friends yanno

sunarin: how is it there? are you getting along with them? are they nice to you?

y/n: ‘m kinda scared to start over but i’ll do ma best

and thus, started your little adventures with karasuno volleyball team

for like a week, you followed kiyoko everywhere and just watched what she did

you found out that you needed to be in a club as a first year from your homeroom teacher who also coincidentally is the advisor for the team

he was so nice omg

as the days went past, you were quickly warming up to the boys and it was like you were back on the groove that you’ve lost

as a manager, you knew that you needed to be responsible while also being a friend to them

you helped kiyoko with the note taking and doing errands with her to ease the burden on her shoulders while also making plans to hang out with the people in the team

it helped that you were also skilled in doing some medical things so you would be on stand-by with the first aid kit just in case someone did something

but when kageyama and hinata start fighting, you just avert your eyes and pretend your didnt see anything

the third years love you since you were a quick learner and you already knew what to do and what to expect during practices and such

the second years were a bit scared that you would be like the meme trio but they found you were actually not that rowdy and they often stand by you to just talk

sigh, why must they always be benched bruh

you were close with them and because they were your senpais, they would also help you with your studies and tutor you

the meme trio thought of you as another goddess with their kiyoko-senpai but hinata and you just clicked so well together

i mean like yall make jokes and be the only ones that laugh at it

kageyama is more distant and reserved from you mainly because thats just how he is but he does start warming up to you in ways like asking if you would help bandage his fingers and such

and sometimes, you grab him his milk before going to school and surprise him with it 

very very cute things

gosh, dont get me started on tadashi

you got permission to call him tadashi btw

he is so adorable like help he is so cute

like yall are in the same class and you both talk to each other a lot during lunch since you have now joined their little group (much to tsukishima’s dismay) and you guys get along with your similar interests

but gosh, now we get to tsukishima

this dude cannot seem to forget about your bumping into him and taking his seat during your first day

‘gosh, shorty. remember when-’

‘tsukishima, shaddup!’

he loves and i mean LOVES to tease the ever loving life outta you bro like you cannot seem to escape it

and during practices, he will make little remarks to anger you or tick you off 

like when youre on your toes just to reach for something in the storage room, he would somehow know you were in trouble and would make a comment

‘it wouldnt be a problem if you werent so short, chibi’

you turn to him with a glare

‘are ya gonna stand there an’ jus’ keep yappin’ like a chihuahua or are ya gonna help me like a normal human bein’?’

he laughs before huffs and grabs the cone for you but not without accidentally dropping it on your head

‘ah, whoops’

‘yer such a bully, tsukishima’

these boys adore your accent!!!!!!

so it seems that they do have an accent here too but its so faded out and its like a normal tokyo accent but gosh, you were raised in hyogo and your kansai accent is strong asf

and unfortunately i do not speak japanese so i cant explain it directly but theres certain ways that you speak that they find so endearing

like you were rushing to the gym since you were late to their practice because obe-sensei held you up with some sort of issue with your assignment

you were huffing and puffing as you stumbled into the gym and they worriedly asked you where you were and if you were okay

but you were just grumbling since you were frustrated

‘obe-sensei was goin’ on an’ on ‘bout somethin’ so not related ta the homework like didja need ta tell me ‘bout yer dog?! ugh god get the hint why dontcha?!’

you were so cute

like hearing you rant was so adorable and they were blushing at how cute you sounded just now

then training camp starts and you, along with the others, meet nekoma

AHH it was intense and you met the rooster head and kenma too

kuroo looked at you intensely before he lit up, startling you while you were taking notes

‘can i help ya?’

you ask and he chuckled

‘thats where i saw you! youre the girl in suna’s phone!’

you turn red at the mention

help that was so random why did he just say that

‘wha?’

kuroo laughed

‘man! now i remember!’

‘what’re ya sayin’, kuroo-san?’

you press on

‘kenma! come over here!’

he yelled for the bleached hair setter who cringed at the mention of his name and how loud it was yelled but still walked over, eyes glued to his phone

‘what is it?’ his soft voice fills the space

‘you remember the inarizaki trio right? the ones that bokubro brought to our last hang out?’

kenma looked up at kuroo with a furrowed brows

‘huh?’

kuroo rolled his eyes

‘you know, the training camp and how we met that one school in hyogo and we ended up hanging out after?’

‘ah, the twins’

‘same thing. anyways! you remember the middle blocker? i thought you had beef with him at first but you got along with him’

‘ah, suna’

‘yea him! y/n-chan is the girl on his lockscreen, right?’

kenma looked at you, eyes fixing itself on your face as if he was committing your face to his memory

‘uh, wha?’

you ask again

bruh youre the emoticon O.O

then he nodded

‘mhm’

you turned red, freezing and voices tuned out and your team was worriedly asking if you were okay but nah, not really

HAHA ENOUGH OF THAT

because of how young you are, the third years tend to treat you like you were a baby and at first it bothered you with how caring they were since you didnt really know them that well and they were already taking care of you

there was still some underlying trauma from your parents death that haunts you

the guys dont know what happened or anything like that because obviously that was your business and nobody else’s

all they know is that you were from hyogo and transferred over here to miyagi and now live with your uncle

one day, you got a phone call from the legal attorneys with them explaining that all of the stuff was being finalized and you were finally finished with the longest months of your life

it was during a school day and you needed absolute privacy so you were at the back of the gym since one, the rooftop had too many cliche stuff happen up there and there has to be someone that could go up there and two, the volleyball gym wasnt exactly a popular hangout spot for anyone and three, the back of it was rarely visited by any of your team members and most of them would be in class anyways so they wouldnt be here unless they were skipping

but anyways

you were pacing behind the gym with your phone pressed to your ear

‘if you have any other questions, ms. l/n, feel free to call us okay? again, we are very sorry for your loss and offer our utmost condolences. there is always light in the darkness’

‘yes, thank you. goodbye’

you mumbled before they hung up and you stopped, harshly biting your lips with tears brimming your eyes and fists clenched around your phone at your sides

this was it

everything was done

you should be relieved, there was no more issues or legalities left to worry about

so why do you feel so empty?

as messed up as it was, those stresses and problems were the last of what connected you to your parents

and now that it was finished, it felt like that connection was gone

you sucked in a breath harshly, trying to not cry and make yourself calm down but you couldnt, sobs escaping you

:( 

you harshly wiped your eyes and kept breathing in and out to stop yourself

‘l/n?’

someone’s voice called out to you from way in front of you so you looked up and saw

kageyama?

his eyebrows were furrowed like usual but there wasnt a trace of annoyance like there usually was

instead, there was concern

‘ah’

you mumbled before shakily sighing and breathing for a second before looking up at him

even with your puffy eyes and red face with tear tracks down your face, you still smiled at him

‘wha’s up, kageyama?’ you question and he sighed a bit

‘what happened? are you okay?’

he approached you cautiously but you nodded

‘yea, ‘m fine. really’

he didnt believe you but didnt say anything, continuing to look at you

your eyes glaze over and you looked down

‘please, don’ give me yer pity’

you whisper

kageyama’s eyes widens

‘huh?’

‘i don’ need pity, kageyama’

there was no malice or anger in your voice, just a little tone of embarrassment peaking through

kageyama understood

pride

he was the same way

he was prideful and would rather die than someone seeing him so vulnerable and much less, crying his heart out

especially to someone he knew personally

so he understood

and he also understood grief

no one knew anything about your past as their coach always remained tight-lipped about it

but he did hear from some gossip from his mother with the coaches in the area that the old coach ukai’s granddaughter died

were you somehow connected to that?

oh, the current coach ukai was your uncle so it had to be you

you looked at kageyama and you saw a flash of understanding

did he know?

kageyama turned to lean against the wall

‘would you like me to leave you alone? i promise i won’t say anything to anyone’

his gruff voice sounded gentle and you looked up at him

‘yer a good person, kageyama. but, ‘m okay’

there was definitely an odd aura in the gym today and you and the coach were acting weird but everyone didnt want to be involved in familial business so they left it alone

but kageyama was paying attention to you more than usual and running to you to be bandaged up

they were even shocked when he patted your head

trust me, kageyama shocked himself too

the entire time, the team were trying to make you laugh and doing more jokey things

they wanted to cheer you up and daichi suddenly remembered, in the midst of closing up and cleaning up

he got you a surprise before they were starting to do the interhighs and he ran to the storage room, everyone watching him intently

‘daich-san?’ you asked when he came out and walked towards you with his hands behind him

daichi smiled softly before presenting you a clothing

is that

‘welcome to karasuno high school volleyball club!’

they shouted and you looked at them with wide eyes, tears once again in your eyes but this time, they were kinda happy tears

you looked to the side to shimizu and she gave you a rare wide smile and your uncle too

what is this feeling

so familiar but so strange since you havent felt it in a very long time

‘thank you!’

you shouted with them and bowed to keep your tears hidden

you all went to your family’s convenience store to celebrate and when you and keishin got home, he pulled you to a hug

‘we’re here now, y/n. not just me, but the team too’

that night, you once again facetimed the trio and they saw how grinny you were

tsumu: ei, why’re ya lookin’ like that?

y/n: tsumu, rude!

osamu: yea, did somethin’ happen?

you shake your head

y/n: the volleyball team here is really nice

tsumu: ahhh, yer really replacin’ us now!!!! what would kita-san say hm?!

osamu: here ya go again with your jealousy

while the twins bickered, suna gave you a gentle smile

suna: something good happened right? i havent seen you smile like that in a while

y/n: yea. i just…

you trail off, eyes wandering to the black karasuno jacket hanging there beside your red inarizaki one

y/n: its not startin’ over. its jus’ startin’ a new part of ma life. and i think ‘m ready to do it.

[laurenairay]

you've been sent to save me - N. MacKinnon

Summary: what’s meant to be will always find a way.

Rachel Summers can’t stand Nathan MacKinnon. But when a mutual friend’s wedding pulls them together, will anything change?

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: some angst, some bad language

A/N: Here is my fic for @fallinallincurls birthday bingo! I chose wedding season/dates, forced proximity, meddling best friend, and invisible string theory. This was a lot of fun to write (and I can't believe I've never written a full fic for Nate before!), so I hope you enjoy it Bre! Sorry it's a bit late!

Title from always been you, by Shawn Mendes.

~

Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate.

~

June 2023

“There’s just one more thing.”

“Oh?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nate’s going to be a groomsman.”

Rachel immediately groaned, tilting her head backwards. A little dramatic perhaps but for Nathan MacKinnon? It was justified. She’d been over the moon when her childhood friend had asked her to be a bridesmaid for her wedding next summer, but now knowing that Nathan was going to be in the wedding party too?

“It’s bad enough that I can’t avoid that grumpy smirky fucker whenever he’s back for the summer, but now I can’t even avoid him for the happiest day of your life?”

“It really will be the happiest day of my life, won’t it?” she sighed happily.

“Angie, focus,” Rachel snapped, unable to stop herself from huffing out a laugh. She wanted to stay mad at her friend, but it was hard with the dreamy look on her face.

Angela just giggled. “Look, Brad has been friends with him for years, you know that. And I can’t change that – I’m sure it’ll be fine?”

“Angie!” Rachel whined.

She just laughed harder. “Rach, I will make sure he won’t act like an ass. I promise!”

“I’ll believe that the day I see it.”

~

June 2024

It was finally time for Angela’s wedding. After a full year of planning – helping choose the bridesmaid dresses, the hair and make-up trials, the hen do itself, spending her weekends making table decorations – the fateful weekend had finally arrived. Rachel had been given the option to travel up a couple of days early ahead of the wedding ceremony on the Saturday, so she’d eagerly booked the time off work, and was travelling to Inverary Resort bright and early on the Thursday morning. Rachel was ready to settle in and relax with the rest of the bridal party, all friends over the years from Cole Harbour, to celebrate one of her oldest friends marrying the love of her life.

What could possibly go wrong?

After 3 and a half hours of driving, Rachel was ready to kick her shoes off and pick up a cocktail, and as she spotted Angela running happily out of the main building towards her as she parked her car, she found a smile spreading across her face. This weekend was going to be amazing, she just knew it.

“You made it! How was the journey? We got in a few hours ago and it was fine for us – was it still okay for you?”

Rachel just grinned at her friend’s happy rambling, throwing her shoulder-length dark waves up into a basic ponytail before grabbing her bags out of her backseat. Thankfully the transportation of the bridesmaid dresses – a gorgeous olive green that suited Rachel’s dark hair and tanned skin perfectly -  were taken care of by Angela’s mom so she hadn’t had to worry about creasing that.

The two of them caught up as Angela walked her through the main lobby of the resort, picking up Rachel’s room key as well as a glass of complimentary prosecco. Rachel tried not to get too wide-eyed over the beauty of the venue, but it was hard not to gawp. The views alone were amazing, and she wasn’t even on the water’s edge yet. From what she understood, for the accommodation on site there was a main lodge with the majority of rooms, as well as whole bunch of individual cottages. Rachel had chosen to stay in the main lodge, as a single guest, so at least she didn’t have to walk far with her luggage.

“Alright, here you are. There are a few other guests already here so get settled and then come downstairs to meet us for drinks. It’s just a chilled day today, touring the grounds and relaxing really, with a dinner tonight at the Lakeside restaurant,” Angela explained, “I’ll see you soon?”

“You got it,” Rachel grinned.

Angela’s enthusiasm was infectious at the very least, and Rachel could feel herself buzzing as she unpacked her bags. She couldn’t wait explore the grounds of the resort – and she was more than ready for the spa morning tomorrow in the Glasgow house cottage that Rachel had set up for the bride’s party – but first, drinks.

After freshening up with a spritz of perfume and a swipe of lipgloss, Rachel left her room, phone and room key in hand.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

No fucking way.

Rachel turned her head to see the last person she wanted to see standing two doors down from her with a suitcase at his side. He must’ve just arrived. It was just her luck that his room was so close to hers – Angela had better not had a hand in that – as always during the summers when he was home, it was like she couldn’t escape him. Nathan MacKinnon was everywhere.

“Look what the cat coughed up,” Rachel shot back, fake smile at full capacity.

Nate just snorted, rolling his eyes. “Aww don’t front, Rach, you know you missed me.”

“Like a thorn in my foot,” she said dryly, “And don’t call me Rach.”

Rach was for friends only. And Nate was no friend.

Nate held his hands up in surrender with a snicker, finally unlocking his room door.

“If you find yourself lonely in the middle of the night, you know where to find me,” Nate smirked.

“Eurgh, in your dreams,” she grimaced.

“Yes, frequently.”

No. Just no. The audacity.

Rachel gagged dramatically, hamming up the noises, and to her surprise Nate burst out into laughter, leaning against the doorframe as his face scrunched. That had to be the first time he’d laughed so genuinely with just her. She hated the way it made her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Oh man, I needed that,” Nate grinned, still chuckling, “I’ll see you down at the lounge bar?”

More bewildered than anything else, Rachel just nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

What the hell was that?

~

Angela’s plans for the spa morning on the Friday couldn’t have been more perfect, if for nothing else than to clear Rachel’s mind. Over the space of 4 hours, Rachel (plus the other three bridesmaids, Angela, Angela’s mom, and Angela’s soon-to-be mother-in-law) got a manicure, pedicure, and a facial, on top of full use of the sauna and pool. It was exactly what Rachel needed to wind down from her work week (and the weirdness with Nate yesterday) and relax ahead of the big wedding day tomorrow. By the happy glow on the bridal party’s faces, everyone else agreed.

After a light lunch, the full wedding party met up in the main lodge, ready for a rehearsal. Angela and Brad had wanted a full walkthrough of the running order, timings, and placements of the day, just so they were prepared, which Rachel wasn’t going to complain about in the slightest. It could never hurt to be ready.

Not even Nate’s irritating grin as he stood next to her, continuously nudging her with his shoulder, could ruin her peace.

“So, in terms of who will be walking who down the aisle, we’ve paired the groomsmen and bridesmaids up already.”

As the four pairings were called out, Rachel’s stomach sank. She was walking down the aisle with Nathan MacKinnon. Of course she was. So much for peace. This had Angela written all over it, the meddling wench.

“Rach, I-”

“Don’t even say a word to me right now, you giant potato,” Rachel hissed under her voice.

Nate choked out a laugh, leaving Rachel to make her face blank and calmly walk towards the other bridesmaids. Angela’s expression was all but begging her not to cause a scene. Like she would cause something as inelegant as a scene. No, she would wait until there was a moment to pull Angela aside because what the hell was she thinking?

“What the fuck, Angie?”

“Hi Angie, you look incredible Angie, thanks for planning everything ahead of your wedding tomorrow Angie.”

Rachel pursed her lips, hands on hips, but Angie just shrugged, an amused smile on her face. The two of them were in a little alcove in the main lodge, completely hidden from view even though everyone had gone their separate ways, so Rachel didn’t bother to hide her displeasure in her body language.

“I don’t know what you want me to say? The two of you are paired together to walk for all of two minutes. You can handle it,” Angie mused.

“Why him? You could’ve paired me with literally anyone else,” Rachel groaned.

“True, I could’ve, but it’s done now. Besides the two of you could use a little time to be friendly. Or, you know. Friendly.”

Bleurgh. Absolutely not.

“You are the worst and I don’t know why we’re friends,” Rachel grimaced.

“At this point, Stockholm Syndrome?” Angela beamed.

Rachel couldn’t help but to crack a grin, Angela just giggling at her victory.

“It’s two minutes, you will survive it. The two of you will look good together at least...”

What?

They were complete opposites – Nate was blonde, blue eyed, beefy and pale. Rachel was dark-haired, dark-eyed, slim and tan.

What?

“…and Nate’s obsessed with you anyway.”

“Ew, no, he’s not obsessed with me,” Rachel said, sneering slightly.

“No? With everyone else, he’s awkward and dorky. But with you, he’s laser focused. I wonder why,” she said, finishing with an innocent smile.

“Oh gee lucky me! I don’t know, because he’s an ass?” Rachel scowled.

“No, because Nathan MacKinnon’s flirting never matured past pulling pigtails on the school playground,” Angela shot back.

What?

“He’s not flirting,” Rachel scoffed.

Angela paused for a second, gazing over Rachel as if she was trying to figure something out, before she laughed incredulously. “Oh my God, Brad’s going to lose his mind when I tell him. You really can’t see it, can you?”

“See what?”

Rachel didn’t know what her face was doing to reflect her defensive words, but Angela held her hands up in surrender.

“Just take a step back and look at everything. He wants your attention solely on him and this is the only way that’s been successful in catching it. For twenty years – and you know it. Watch him with other people. Watch him with other women. He’s flirting with you, Rach. Just think about it.”

~

Watch him with other people.

Watch him with other women.

He’s flirting with you, Rach.

Just think about it.

Angela’s words swirled around Rachel’s head all through the rest of the day, and it was all she could do to follow her friend’s advice. She watched Nate, all through dinner and the drinks afterwards. She watched how Nate was beaming and friendly with Brad and their Cole Harbour buddies. She watched how Nate was bland and polite with women that flirted with him at the bar. She watched how Nate watched her when men approached her, always catching him looking at her, eyes intense and hot. Why did Angela have to put those seeds of doubt in her head? Why did she have to do it now, the night before the wedding, when there was so much else to think about?

Why did she have to be right?

Nate was so different with her than anyone else, even people they’d known all their lives, and it was completely turning everything she’d ever thought about him on its head. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t need this, not right now. It wasn’t fair.

The wedding day came with no further clarification for her thoughts, her head in full turmoil, and it took all of Rachel’s concentration and willpower to focus on being the best bridesmaid she could be. Angela wasn’t even aware of the way she’d swept the rug out from underneath Rachel’s feet, which was probably for the best if she was being honest, so Rachel just let herself get swept up in the excitement of all the bridal party getting ready together, hair and make-up and dresses and happy tears, all of them looking gorgeous by the end of it – Angela most of all.

As the time came for them to walk down the aisle, Rachel’s nerves were in tatters.

“Rachel Summers, damn. You clean up well,” Nate murmured.

She ignored the shiver his words sent down her spine.

“Bite me MacKinnon.”

He immediately raised an eyebrow, eyes assessing her.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, frowning.

Of course he noticed. Of course.

“Peachy,” she said through gritted teeth, plastering a smile on her face.

“I can tell you’re lying.”

“Gold star for you.”

It felt like an automatic defence to slip into their usual banter, Nate just huffed out a laugh, smirking slightly, all of it serving only to make her feel unsteady. How the hell had she missed this for so long? How easy their connection was? How his bitching was actually…flirting?

“Alright princess, let’s go celebrate our friends,” he mused.

As Nate stuck out his elbow, Rachel inhaled shakily but didn’t hesitate to slip her hand into the crook of his arm. Even through the jacket, she could feel the warmth of his body, the thickness of his bicep, and all she could do was try to keep a straight face, to not let anyone see how the simple touch was making her head spin. What the fuck was happening to her?

They walked in silence, in perfection symmetry, Nate sending her a small smile as they separated at the altar, and it wasn’t until the wedding march music started, signalling Angela’s imminent arrival, that she realised she was lost in thought. She needed to pull herself together, and quickly.

Rachel locked her eyes on Angela and Brad all through the ceremony, letting their happy smiles and obvious love for each other fill her mind, a smile of her own easy on her face. This was Angela’s day, that’s all she had to focus on. That’s all she needed. Still, in the drinks reception and through the sit-down meal, Rachel found her eyes drawn back to Nate, the two of them seated at the same table (of course, albeit not next to each other so her gaze was able to float over him without looking too obvious.

Just as the night before, the way he smiled at other guests versus how he smiled at her was completely different, and she was just glad for the prosecco nearby. She was going to need it to get through this night, she knew that much. As the speeches went on and the food was served, she felt herself getting more and more overwhelmed, feeling more and more stupid for how much Angela’s revelations were affecting her. Why was she making such a big deal out of this? It’s not like it was going to change anything, right? She’d get through the wedding reception and go back home tomorrow morning and avoid Nate until he left for Colorado next month. It was totally doable. It was a great plan. It was-

“And now, please join us on the dance floor for the bride and groom’s first dance!”

Fuck.

Rachel moved on autopilot, standing to the side of the semi-circle of guests as Angela and Brad walked into the middle of the floor. Just as the music started, she felt a familiar body moving to stand next to her, and she wasn’t able to hold back the shaky breath escaping her mouth, the softest whimper only audible to him.

“What’s wrong?”

You're the light, you're the night, You're the colour of my blood, You're the cure, you're the pain, You're the only thing I wanna touch, Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.

“Hey, Rachel, are you okay?”

You're the fear, I don't care, 'Cause I've never been so high, Follow me to the dark, Let me take you past our satellites, You can see the world you brought to life, to life.

“Rach. Rachel. Seriously, you’re worrying me.”

So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

She was worrying him? Rachel glanced up at Nate as Ellie Goulding’s voice continued to fill the barn, and the soft look in his eyes just about broke her. It was all she could do to inhale sharply and shake her head.

“No, I’m not okay. I need to get some air. I need to get out of here.”

Nate’s soft expression immediately turned serious, eyes more intense than she’d ever seen, sending a bolt of electricity through her blood. “Can you make it through the dance? It’s fine if you can’t, I can get you out.”

What?

“I…I can wait,” she managed to choke out.

Nate looked at her for a couple of seconds before nodding, arm moving to gently rest behind her as if some kind of fail safe, and it was all Rachel could do to focus on keeping her breathing steady, eyes stinging with tears as she locked her gaze on her friends as they twirled around the floor. But in reality she was barely taking anything in, other than the heat of his body protecting her. Because that’s what it was – he was protecting her. She knew she was a hair away from having a full-on breakdown, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention away from the happy couple. The last thing. It was only that thought that kept her together until the music ended, and the moment everyone burst into applause, Nate was whisking her outside, somehow neither of them being stopped by other guests for polite chitchat.

Small mercies.

When they were in a secluded grassy nook, Nate turned around to face her.

“Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

How could he even ask that?

“Am I okay? Of course I’m not okay!”

He held his hands up in soft surrender. “What’s wrong?” Nathe frowned.

“You! You’re what’s wrong!”

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Okay I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything to earn that.”

Rachel just groaned, clenching her fists as she closed her eyes briefly. He hadn’t done anything to earn it? He’d done everything to earn it!

In the 20 years they’d known each other, all she’d ever ‘known’ of him is the way he always poked at her, always the first to draw attention to her doing something stupid, untying the bows in her hair, jostling her in the school hallways. As they’d grown up he hadn’t really changed, even when he spent more time away for hockey. He still made fun of her choices in boyfriends, in clothes, in music, even being as dumb as to take the last beer at summer parties or the burger she’d been waiting for or laughing at her not being able to walk in a straight line when she was drunk.

But never anything cruel. Just stupid attention grabbing things that absolutely got her focusing only on him and no-one else, just like Angela said. Stupid irritating Nathan MacKinnon, and all of his stupid ideas, and stupid inability to actually talk like a human being.

It wasn’t until Nate started laughing that she realised she’d been ranting out loud, blurting out all of her angry thoughts to him, and it was all she could do to let out a frustrated bitten-off scream of frustration as he smirked that annoying smirk.

“You’re right, I don’t want your attention on anyone else. I never have, Rach, and I never will. If I’d known you hadn’t actually realised that, maybe I would’ve used my words. But where’s the fun in that?”

Oh that absolute ass.

Rachel let out another quiet shriek of frustration, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, Nate still laughing even as she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate. And for Rachel Summers and Nathan MacKinnon, they were destined.

[vermillionsappho]

Miss Americana | Ellie Williams x Reader

MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER ONE

"They whisper in the hallway, 'She's a bad, bad girl.'"

-Y/N has always been a good girl, practically the picture of what it means to be an all-american girl, with her perfect, all-american boyfriend and life. She's never strayed from the path others expect of her; but after meeting Ellie Williams, the girl the people in her town whisper about, her life begins to change dramatically.

1.8k Words | sfw

Content Warning: cursing, drug use, sexual harassment, mentions of anxiety, threats, lmk if I left anything out!

Semi-proofread <3

You grin when you hear the loud bass of music coming from the Charger as it pulls onto the field. Grayson, your boyfriend hops out of the car, wide smile on his perfect face.

You giggle and take off, dropping your pom poms and running into his strong arms, as he lifts you up.

“What’s up baby?” He asks against your ear, and you giggle again before pouting.

“Missed you these last couple of days…how’s your training going?” You ask as he puts you down and he crosses his arms with a cocky grin.

“I mean, it’s going fucking good! Just can’t wait for the damn season to start.” He says, excited and you smile.

“We have a long summer before then.” You say simply and he nods.

“A long, hard summer. How’s your pom pom throwing and girl catching practice going?” He asks with a goofy grin, and you playfully push him.

“You’re so silly! But it was going well until you showed up and started distracting me.” You say, grinning up at him and he shrugs his shoulders.

Your best friend, Olivia, walks up behind you two with her hands on her hips.

“What are you even here for anyways?” She asks and he dramatically leans against his car.

“Well, since I’m the all-powerful, very famous and talented future quarterback for the biggest college in the state…I just thought I should invite my very pretty and talented girlfriend to this super awesome college party tonight.” He says, voice tinted with a drawl in a dramatic way, and you squeal.

It’s not like you haven’t been to a couple of small-town college parties before, but Grayson wasn’t lying- he truly is the one of the most famous football players in the state, already on the road for college football fame before his first official college game could even start. Not to mention, the university was huge and super freaking famous because of sports, so you definitely had a reason to be excited.

“Wow, that’s so cool! Thanks for inviting me.” You chirp, happily hugging him and he chuckles.

“I couldn’t show up to the hottest party of the year without the hottest girl by my side.” He says and you smile at him before turning to Olivia.

“Okay…practice is so canceled.” You say and she gasps, putting her pom poms on the ground.

“You can’t be serious! We need to whip these girls into shape or they’re gonna be a mess when we leave for college…you can’t cancel the rest of practice!” Olivia complains with a whine, and you fold your arms in fake annoyance.

“I mean, we need time to get ready since it’s almost six already.” You say and her jaw drops.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” She asks and you smile coyly at her.

“There’s no way I’m going to that party without you…girl let’s ditch this practice.” You say, pleading a little bit and she rolls her eyes. 

“Fine, I can never say no to you. Losers, go home, the rest of practice is canceled!” She calls out, and the rest of the cheerleaders begin to disperse, grabbing their things.

You both walk back towards Grayson, who’s still leaning against his car.

“Fancy giving us a ride?”

Your hair is put up into a pretty ponytail, a few misplaced hair gracing your forehead. Your lips are pronounced from the cherry red lipstick, and when the car finally parks, you turn to the back where Olivia and another friend of Grayson’s sits.

“Do I look pretty?” You ask, a shy smile on your face when Olivia gives you a thumbs up.

“Always! Come on girl, let's go.” She says, and you both get out of the car. 

The warm, summer air hits your skin like a kiss, and you pull down your mini skirt and slightly cropped t-shirt. Grayson and his friend, Jack finally get out of the car, and Grayson wraps his arm around your shoulders as you begin to walk towards the steps of the frat house. Outside, there’s crowds of people outside, smoking, drinking and talking, and Grayson notices a few familiar faces as he stops to talk to them.

“Gray…I’m gonna head inside, get a soda or something.” You inform him, and he barely even nods at you. You walk inside by yourself, the loud music, sounds and smells hitting you. You immediately try to push your way into the kitchen, trying to find something other than shitty alcohol. In the corner of your eye, there’s a girl leaning up against the counter, red solo cup in her hand. She’s…pretty, in a masculine way; sporting a short, mullet-like haircut. She’s wearing a wife beater and a red button up, the sleeves rolled up to show off her toned arms and intricate tattoo.

As you survey her, her eyes meet yours, and a weird feeling flows over you. You break eye contact and bend down, dipping your hand into a cooler to pull out a cold water. As you start to stand up straight, you feel a presence behind you, and you whip around, startled as your face to face with an unknown guy.

“Nice panties.” The guy snickers, and your face heats up. You start to speak, but your words come out in a jumbled mess, so you just ignore him and push past the guy, but his hand yanks your arm back.

“Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you, don’t walk away from me.” He says, and your body grows cold as you try to yank your arm back.

“I don’t want to talk, I have a boyfriend, please let go!” You whimper in pain, and the guy grips harder, before stepping closer to you.

“Yeah? And where’s he at? ‘Cause he’s pretty fuckin’ stupid for leaving his pretty little girlfriend here all by herself.” He mutters and you yelp and try to yank back again. “Want me to take you home? I’ll treat you so good.” He whispers, and you don’t notice the pretty girl move from her place on the counter because you’re so fucking terrified.

“Back the fuck off, dude. She said she’s gotta boyfriend.” A raspy, low, but feminine voice says, jolting you out of your fear.

“And what are you? The boyfriend? Get the fuck outta here, we’re talking.” The guy says, voice gruff and the girl comes from around the Island, leaning against the counter. As she leans against the counter, you can see a small metallic glint peeking out of her pocket.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, asshole. Leave the girl alone.” She says lowly, a dangerous tilt in her voice and the guy finally let's go of your arm, to your relief and you back up against the wall as you watch him step to the girl.

“Or what? You gonna hit me?” He asks sarcastically and she smoothly reaches into her pocket and flips out a switchblade and your eyes widen.

“C’mon, dude. It wasn’t even that serious.” The guy says frantically and the girl chuckles, before closing the blade.

“Hmm, yeah, that’s what I thought. You better get out of here…” She says, and the threat hangs in the air, even as she slips the knife back in her pocket. The asshole walks away tensely, sneaking another gross look at you before stepping away finally.

You exhale heavily, feeling the anxiety melt off of you as he leaves, and you finally meet the girl’s eyes again.

“Thanks…for that.” You utter softly and she smiles, a crooked smile, before tilting her head at you.

“It’s nothin’, the dude was a creep.” She says simply and you nod, twiddling with your perfectly manicured fingers.

“You alright?” She questions and you sigh and shake your head. There are a million things running through your head right now, and you’re completely perturbed by that creepy ass guy so you’re definitely not feeling the party anymore.

“Do you wanna…do you want to get some air with me? I came here with my boyfriend, but I haven’t seen him since we came and…I feel weird.” You ramble nervously, and she brushes one of the many stray auburn hairs from her face, face unreadable.

“Yeah, why not.” She says, shrugging her shoulders, walking past you and you follow behind her like a little puppy.

Once you're outside, she props herself against the hot brick wall, and you watch her as she reaches into the pocket of her button up to pull out a joint. She wordlessly lights it and places it between her scarred, pink lips; you watch her as if you’re under a spell, looking away when she finally exhales the smoke and glances at you.

“Wanna hit?” She offers and you awkwardly chuckle and look down, embarrassed.

“I don’t- I’ve never…smoked before or anything like that. I wouldn’t know how.” You say, voice quiet and she walks over to where you’re standing and holds the joint out. 

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you how to do it. It’ll calm you down.” She says and you blink up at her. She gently moves your chin up, before tapping on it. “Open…and you just breathe it in, real easy. Then you hold it, like you’re taking a deep breath, and exhale it out.” She whispers, placing the joint in your open mouth, to which you struggle, but manage to follow her instructions, successfully taking a hit of the joint.

“Atta girl…” She smiles, before taking the joint from your lips and putting it between her own again, looking in your eyes as she does so, and for some reason, it makes you feel dizzy; or maybe that’s just the weed talking.

Then, the back door opens, revealing Grayson, who’s eyes widen.

“Shit, Ellie, you got my girlfriend high?” He complains and Ellie (?) shrugs her shoulders.

“We were just talking dude, can’t have just anybody smoking my shit.” Ellie says casually, blowing smoke out and Grayson has a look on his face that you can’t decipher.

“Talking about what?” He questions, coming to pull your arm gently, his body and jaw tense.

“Just small talk. I came out here for a smoke, and she came out here for some fresh air…nothing deep or serious. Anyways, I’m heading out, I got some shit to handle.” Ellie says, meeting your eyes and giving you a small smile before heading out of the door. When she’s finally gone, Grayson drops your hand and turns to face you, eyebrows furrowed.

“You shouldn’t hang around people like her, Y/n. Ellie’s not good company to keep.” He says hardly and you stare at him in confusion.

“It was just one small conversation…and why not? She’s just some girl.” You say, a little irritated but intrigued.

“She’s a low life drug dealer, that’s what she is…and she’s a freak and I don’t want to catch you hanging around her anymore, got it?” He mutters angrily and your lips move into a hard line.

“Yeah, got it, Grayson...fine. Can we go now, please?” You ask, voice tired, and he swings his arm over your shoulders.

“What? No, are you insane? The party just freaking started.” He says with a chuckle, leading you back into the party, much to your dismay.

This was going to be a long night.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Tbh not sure how I feel about my writing on this chapter so far :( but I'm excited about where I'm heading with this story, and it's my first attempt at a series soooo I'm being positive lol

But chapter 2 should be otw soon, let me know if you enjoyed chapter one!

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