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FINALLY / LANDO NORRIS
lando norris x private girlfriend reader / SMAU FIC
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yourusername landed in singapore đžđŹ
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user3 ARE WE GOING TO SEE Y/N IN THE PADDOCK??????????
user55 I HOPE đ€ đ€
user2 WAIT IâM EXCITED TO SEE HER OUTIFT
oscarpiastri who won the chess game?
yourusername who do you think???
oscarpiastri if i were to guesssssâŠâŠ. you?
landonorris yeah no kidding đ
yourusername sucks to suck đđ
user1 ngl that second photo was low key a jump scare
user6 NO CAUSE IT REMINDED ME OF THOSE TIKTOK POVS OF LIKE MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH LANDO
user7 LMAOOO
user99 i see that tannn!!!
user00 the outfit hits!
user33 ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT LAS PHOTO????
user5 FRR!!! iâm having a heart attack
user765 THOSE MUSCLES đ€€đ€€đ€€đ€€
user42 y/n you are a LUCKY woman!!!!
user6 wish that was me đȘđȘ
user74 us lando girlies are SCREAMING
user9 more like screaming without the sâŠâŠ
user015 FOUL FOUL
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f1wags Y/N (lando norrisâs girlfriend) has arrived at the singapore grand prix!!!!!
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user5 she looks great!!!!
user2 LANDO IS ON POLE GUYS
user7 i hope heâll win!!
user836 yesss!!!! and y/n can see him win đ„čđ„č
user89 look at that face card!!!!
user7034 the outfit is 10/10
user3 hopefully she can bring lando some good luck!
user22 i hope!!!!!
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yourusername P1!!! MY RACE WINNER â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž I CANâT BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE YOU WIN IN PERSON! YOU DID AMAZING BABY I LOVE YOU đ
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user6 AWW
user777 YES I LOVEEEEEEE
landonorris thank you baby đ„°
yourusername SO SO PROUD OF YOU
user6 P1 BABYYYYYYYYYY đȘ
user8 WE GOT A MCLAREN P1 AND P3
user005 MCLAREN DOMINANCE
user5 such a great win!!!
user42 lando youâre a phenomenon !
user3 đđđđđđđ
mclaren strong performance no? đȘđȘ
yourusername BEYOND STRONG
user7 sheâs such a proud girlfriend đ„čđ„čđ„č
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landonorris winning is great but the aftermath with you is even better â€ïž
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user6 cuties
yourusername i love you so much đ«¶đ»
landonorris i love you too baby
user88 what if i cried
user00 itâs been an emotional race
mclaren đđ€
user44 so so adorable wtf
maxfewtrell great job mate đ
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I finished Winning Hat AU's chapter 3 but I've got to do one last drawing before I can post. So here's some vague spoilery doodles for it
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WINNING KISS - LN4
summary : lando isnât used to being a human mirror, but when a pretty girls tells him to hunch down and let her fix her lipstick in the reflection of his glasses, heâs more than happy to oblige.
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I can practically feel the music through my veins. The lights of the club are flashing and my friends are laughing and swinging shots back.
I won today. Singapore has been fucking amazing honestly. Besides the whole drowning in sweat thing.
âSoâŠâ Max Fewtrell claps a hand on my shoulder, âTaking a girl home tonight, winner?â He teases me as I roll my eyes and sip my drink, âWhat- You too tired?â he fakes a frown. I didnât really want to go out tonight but decided itâs sort of a one in a lifetime thing.
âGo find your girlfriend, idiot.â I eye him.
He throws up his arms and laughs, âGladly!â As he walks away I feel a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around. Iâm surprised who did it had such force for being so small.
A girl stands in front of me, a pencil in hand and for a second I think sheâs going to ask for an autograph, âBend down a bit!â She tugs on my shirt and I do as I'm told because I'm genuinely so confused and the pretty girl means business.
She takes the sunglasses from my head and pushes them over my eyes, looking directly into them and bringing the pencil to her lips.
The âpencilâ, I now realize, itâs a makeup product and deposits a dark color to her lips as she uses me as her mirror.
As sheâs stood in front of me, my eyes canât help but analyze her. This club is stuffy and smoky but sheâs so close I can see everything she has on.
Sheâs got messy brown hair, silver jewelry, a mini skirt, a fur jacket, and a white corset top. Something about her feels magnetic. Sheâs stunning.
My eyes go to her lips which she smacks together before pulling out a proper lipstick, as she runs the makeup over her lips I start to smile a bit. She finishes quickly and doesnât pauses as she starts to place the makeup back in her back.
I slide the glasses down to hang around my neck, I see the recognition appear on her face, âShit.â She says confidently, âYouâre that guy!â
I laugh a bit, standing up straighter and looking down at her, âNice to meet you too.â
âSorry! Everyoneâs been talking about you today!â My tongue runs over my teeth, smiling a bit, âThanks for being my mirror. And- congrats, I guess?â
âThank you. And no problem, Iâd never deprive a pretty girl of her lipstick rights.â This makes her laugh and fuck I want to keep her laughing.
She gets a look in her eye, her arms behind her, and her eyes staring up at me, âWell I appreciate it. Like it?â I look at her lips again and Iâm beginning to think this is a trick just to make me want to kiss her.
âI do. It suits you.â Her lips pull into a wide smile and she steps a bit closer. âYou know- people are talking about me for a reason.â I say, building myself up a bit.
She squints, âRight⊠A win?â I nod, âYouâre celebrating then?â
I nod again, âA bit boring though⊠if only there was a girl to make my night better.â
She scoffs, âSuppose you want a winning kiss then?â I eye her, sipping my drink once more. My eyes flick to her lips but she doesnât stop looking at me.
âI mean- your lipstick would look great on me.â I say smugly as she stops herself from smiling, humming and nodding.
âWould it?â She says into my ear, the club getting louder with the music.
âSuppose weâll have to check and see.â I say in her ear this time and when I pull back, I can tell sheâs trying to figure me out.
She hums again, leaning in close and slipping her hand onto my neck. Her cool rings practically sting my hot skin. She turns my head slightly, I feel her stand taller to softly kiss my cheek.
When she pulls away, Iâm smirking again, âLet me get your number.â I donât even ask it as a question.
She pulls the lipliner out of her bag once more, uncapping it with her teeth and taking my arm. She scrolls the numbers slowly against my arm, holding me close.
When sheâs done and thereâs red numbers up my arm, she closes the product and smiles kindly, saying âCongratulations, winner.â before walking away.
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post magic reveal merlin who is so used to working in the shadows and continuing on as if he wasnât dying the night before disappearing for a day and showing up like nothing happened until someone points out blood seeping through his clothes and merlin going âoh! whoops! lolâ and arthur has a heart attack
#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#fanfiction#fanfic#fic ideas#prompts#silly guy#merlin limping around with a smile on his face#arthur is conflicted and isnt sure if he should feel concerned or jealous#once he finally cracks merlin and gets the truth#concern wins out#this pattern continues and arthur is Frustrated#merlin has this habit so deeply ingrained in him that he really isnt sure how to stop#he starts slowly with lancelot and dragging that poor man into his schemes and plots#then lancelot is able to decide if merlin should have back up or not#but lancelot always finds arthur and tells him whats going down just so hes aware#lancelot does not want to be middle man#destiny is cruel#merthur
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Okay I have a request. Lando with his long time girlfriend and when Oscar joins the team they warn him to stay away from Landoâs drivers room after a race because him and reader love to âcelebrateâ no matter the result of the race. And Oscar finds out the hard way. But McLaren are like use to it. đ€đ§Ą
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In all fairness, Oscar had been well warned about Lando and his girlfriendâs antics post-races. Given that the walls in the motorhome were very thin, as Oscar had stated previously, the team felt like they should let Oscar know what he was in for.
He hadnât quite taken to heart what he had been told. He had been thinking to himself, how bad can it actually be? And oh boy, it was bad.
You and Lando had made a pact from the beginning of your relationship and when you started coming to all of his races that you would do something to celebrate his every race outcome, no matter how good or bad. You vowed to see every race as something positive and take something from each one.
The McLaren team had become accustomed to your shenanigans, knowing not to go anywhere near Landoâs driver room in the hours after the race. They had come to learn to stay away the hard way, if you know what I mean.
And yet, Oscar chose to ignore them. Why? He didnât even know.
Maybe it was just pure curiosity, maybe it was ignorance, one could only make suppositions.Â
If he had managed not to hear anything that even remotely resembled the warnings he had been given up until that moment, he was in for a treat this time.
You had attended the Miami GP with Lando, catching a break from your studies and having promised him that he wouldnât have to go to a race alone after failing to attend Japan. And imagine the joy you had felt once Lando had taken the checkered flag in P1. Scratch that, imagine what was going through your mind about the celebrations you were about to have with Lando as soon as he came back to the motorhome ;).
Your boyfriend had been thinking the exact same way, trying to make his way back to the hospitality as soon as he possibly could, but still politely stopping for interviews and photos or autographs.
But once he finally reached his room and saw you waiting for him, dressed only in your underwear, he knew he was in for an enormous treat.
Oscar hadnât heard Lando get back. He had been so deep into thought and so focused on the music he had been listening to with headphones on that he hadnât heard the door opening, the squeals that you let out once Lando had practically pounced on you as soon as he locked the door.Â
However, he was pulled out of his thoughts when he started hearing bangs, moans and dirty talking through his wall. At first he had thought he was hearing things. There was no way you were actually celebrating that loudly, right?
Wrong.
When he turned off the music and took off his headphones, he realized just how fucking loud you guys were being.
He didnât even know how to react. What was he even supposed to do? Was he just supposed to leave his room and find somewhere else to hang out until you guys were done? Should he knock on your door and ask you guys to keep it down? No, Lando deserved the win and winding down whatever way he saw fit.
Sighing, he felt himself growing redder once the sounds on the other side of the wall only intensified. He couldnât just stand around and listen to his teammate probably getting the fuck of his life after his maiden win, so he figured he would just get something to eat and hang out with either Mark or Logan.
The moment a member of the PR team, David, had seen him coming from his room, his cheeks a heavy crimson and refusing to make eye contact with anyone, he realized Oscar had just been the victim of Y/N and Lando.
âYou heard them, didnât you?â David asked him, an amused smile stretching on his face.
Oscar blushed even heavier, if that was even possible. Shyly, he nodded, making David laugh and pat him on the back.
âI didnât think they were actually that badâ Oscar said, playing with his fingers as his ears could still pick up the noises he had done his best to avoid.
âWe tried telling you, you didnât want to believe usâ David chuckled, patting him on the back again as he departed.
When you and Lando finally emerged from his room almost an hour later, the both of you laughed when you noticed how Oscar was avoiding eye contact with the both of you.
Poor OscarâŠ
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LN4 | Win & Woo
Summary: Congratulating Lando after his first race win is a lot more difficult than you expected. When you finally get the chance to, he reacts differently than you anticipated.
Lando Norris x best friend!Reader
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Warnings: Cursing, making out
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Youâre watching from the garage as Lando drives around the track. You keep your eyes on the screen in front of you as you bite your nails. You donât think youâve ever been this nervous before. Lando has been leading the race for over twenty laps now, and itâs only a few more until he wins â his first win. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your eyes are locked on Maxâs gap to Lando, not even paying attention to everything else thatâs happening on track. Youâre grinning widely, barely keeping in your excitement, when you see the number get larger at every glance. Youâre trying to calm yourself down, to not get too excited too early because you know from earlier experiences that everything can go wrong in one split second, even on the last laps, but thereâs no rain today.
You hear the commentators speaking in the background as you stare at the TV. Every time they say something about how this might be Landoâs first win, your heart skips a beat, mentally scolding them not to jinx this wonderful opportunity. Your focused gaze on the screen doesnât falter as Lando starts his last lap. No matter what happens around you, your eyes are pointed that way. Youâre fumbling with your fingers and nibbling on your lip anxiously as you watch Lando turn through the last corners, a smile slowly making its way on your face.
Next thing you know, youâre screaming, jumping and cheering as Lando crosses the checkered flag first. Youâre smiling so big that your cheeks hurt as you hug Max and cheer with the team. You quickly congratulate the team before rushing to the parc fermĂ©, hoping to congratulate Lando before heâs whisked away for the podium.Â
Itâs busy â what else did you expect? You can barely work your way through the crowd, but you try anyway, pushing people aside to see your best friend. You canât see him yet, but you hear the cheers of people as he appears on the big screens nearby. You watch how heâs congratulated by his competitors, as Fernando and Carlos come over to hug him and how Lando takes a sprint to the team awaiting him. Heâs got a big smile on his face, a blissed-out look, when he jumps over the fence into the team whoâs ready to catch him.Â
Youâre close enough to see him on top of the crowd of orange, but he canât see you. That doesnât mean heâs not trying to, tough. The second he got out of the car, he was searching for you, and thatâs what he does as soon as heâs got both his feet on the ground again. But before he can properly look around, Zak has found him, and then Andrea, and in no time heâs led away from where youâre standing. Itâs useless for you to fight your way to the front when heâs already gone. So you change your course, quickly move back, and rush to the podium.
You search your way through the seemingly maze-like paddock as you hurry to make it to the podium in time. You can hear the drivers talk about their race over the speakers that are everywhere while you walk and you can hear Lando laughing in the background, but you donât let it distract you; youâre on a mission.Â
When you get to the podium, youâre once again pushing through the crowd in search of a place in front, somewhere Lando can see you. Thankfully, Zak spots you and helps you out, pulling you to stand in front of him where Landoâll be able to find you. Although Lando hasnât told him, Zak has caught wind of his secret crush and knows that heâll probably be searching for you in the crowd of orange.
You cheer and clap politely when Charles and Max walk to their respective podium steps, but you watch with tears in your eyes and pride welling up inside you when Lando runs onto the stage. You clap and cheer as loudly as you can, staring up at him on the highest step. You can see his eyes flitting around in search of you while he pumps his fist through the air. His face lights up with happiness as soon as he finally spots you in the crowd. He winks with a big grin, and your smile grows even more in response. You canât feel anything but delight at his achievement â the goal heâd been trying to reach ever since he stepped foot into his first kart, his life-long dream. The tears of joy are rolling down your face; youâve never been so proud.Â
He smiles at you from his spot thatâs much too far away and sticks up his thumb as if heâs asking you if youâre okay. You laugh at the motion and nod your head. Of course, youâre okay, youâre more than okay, youâre elated.
You admire Lando in his essence. He looks so pretty up there, face turned towards the sun with his eyes closed, soaking in his victory. He wipes under his eyes, and while some might question whether it's sweat or tears heâs wiping away, you know itâs the latter.
You cheer when the anthem ends, and then again when he throws the trophy up, nearly gasping in shock when you see it flying through the air. It would be such a Lando thing to break his first P1 trophy, but he catches it in time and places it securely on the ground, although itâs not necessarily safe there either.
You canât seem to take your eyes off him, not when Andreaâs handed his trophy, or when Max gets his. And when Charles receives his prize, your gaze is still focused on Lando. But then again, heâs staring at you too. Your eye contact is so intense that Lando doesnât see the champagne coming. Absolutely shocked at the cold beverage thatâs sprayed on his face. And even if he had seen it coming, he wouldâve had no time to react to how fast Max and Charles were targeting him.
Heâs wiping his face, this time not because of tears (or sweat), but to get the slightly burning alcohol out of his eyes. His hands are slippery when he shakes the big bottle of champagne before slamming it. He canât see that well right now, but that doesnât mean he canât aim well. He grins when he hears you squeak at the cold fluid, even though he doesnât see your reaction with his head turned away.
Your eyes follow Landoâs every move as he wipes the champagne from his face and takes a sip before spraying the bottle again. You canât help but admire him like this. He looks so happy up there, smiling in joy while he and his colleagues cover each other in champagne. His beaming smile and damp hair, which is curling more than ever, make him look so beautiful, too. You know you shouldnât be thinking like this â heâs your best friend, but you canât help it when he looks so pretty up there.
After he has his picture taken, he makes eye contact with you again. He nods his face towards the side, eyebrows raised, silently asking you to meet up with him and you nod in response. Quickly leaving the podium and making your way to the motorhome, you feel Landoâs eyes pricking your back. He feels so lucky, so incredibly lucky, to have you here with him. He canât believe that you chose to fly out here for him, that you care about him so much that youâd fly around the world just to watch him work. Heâs overjoyed to have you here with him to celebrate his first Formula 1 win; to have his best friends here, although he secretly wishes you were more than that.
Lando finishes his duties as quickly as possible, rushing through all the polite talks with the team members, celebrities and competitors so he can go to you. He gets antsier every time someone stops him on his way to his driverâs room, and when Zak stops him to have an extensive talk about his amazing performance, and how much he deserved it, heâs had enough.
âSorry, Zak, but can we do this later? Y/Nâs waiting in my driverâs room and I really want to celebrate with her right now. I havenât been able to talk to her yet, and-â
Zak grins while Lando rants. He knows thereâs more than friendship between you and Lando, and Landoâs current behaviour is only proving him right.Â
âOf course, Lan. Enjoy the moment!â He says grinning, patting Lando on the back before pushing him in the right direction.
Lando thanks him before rushing off. Now that heâs finally out of the grasp of the needy people at the podium, heâs basically running through the paddock to get to you as quickly as possible. Completely overheating from the Miami sun, he unzips his race suit before entering the garage. He shakes hands with the team members he comes across, accepting their congratulations with a hasty smile, and hugs Oscar when he runs into him but doesnât pay them much attention otherwise.
Lando doesnât even take a moment to calm his mind before rushing into his driverâs room. You squeal in surprise when the door smashes into the wall, and Lando lifts you up into the air before you can catch a look at him. He squeezes you tightly to him as he twirls the both of you, your arms wrapped around his neck so you donât fall.
You giggle at the feeling of his face pressed into your neck as he slowly settles you onto the floor. Not wanting to let go of Lando yet, you slide one hand over his back as the other combs through his hair while you stay close. The champagne covering his curls makes your hand sticky, but you canât find it in yourself to care. You can smell the sweet alcohol on him as he leans his head on your shoulder and sighs.
The big smile on your face refuses to fade as you whisper, âYou wonâ. You can feel Landoâs cheeks pressing against your shoulder as a smile takes place on his face. Running a hand through his hair once more, you feel the happy tears rolling down your face again. You move your hands away from Lando so you can wipe your face as you sniffle. Landoâs head lifts as soon as he feels the weight of your hands disappear. Holding your waist and gazing into your eyes, he asks, âAre you crying?â with a teasing smile on his face.
You punch his shoulder and roll your eyes, âShut up!âÂ
You wipe under your eyes again before sighing, âIâm just so proud of you,â you say, arms hanging limply at your sides.
Lando stares at you intensely, his silly smile still on his face. His gaze is so penetrating that you nearly feel the need to look away. Lando is oblivious to how piercing his eye contact is, only focused on the thoughts that are racing through his mind. No person would cry at the achievements of their best friend, right? Max wouldnât be crying right now, thatâs for sure. Does that mean that maybe you see him as more than a friend? He certainly hopes so. Lando can feel the adrenaline running through his body as he looks at you, itâs pushing him to do things heâs not sure will work out well. He doesnât want to ruin your friendship, but he wants to kiss you more.
Lando smiles at you, wiping your cheeks clean while he watches you. His hand rests on the side of your face while the other slides down to your hip, where he pulls you in close. He banishes all the thoughts from his head and kisses you with full conviction, with no hesitation (or thoughts) in his brain as he lets his body take over.
His lips move against yours aggressively while his hands grapple to pull you closer. He grips your hip tightly and uses it as leverage to press your body against his while his other hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. The feeling is heavenly, something he has wanted to feel for so long. It feels so right to kiss you, and to feel your body against his.
Heâs completely lost in his passion and adoration for you as he kisses you. Meanwhile, youâre in shock. You didnât expect Lando to kiss you, especially not as fervently as he did. Your surprise left you frozen, completely unmoving, apart from Landoâs hands pulling you nearer. The firmness of your body doesnât mean the kiss is unwanted, though. In fact, youâre just about to pull Lando closer when he realises your unresponsiveness. His mind switches back on and races faster than his car a moment ago. Fuck â you donât want this. Youâre too polite to stop him, but you donât want this. He just screwed everything up. Once it dawns on him, he pushes you away so fast you think youâll have a whiplash.
Your hands are still up in the air where they were about to touch Landoâs chest as you stare at him in shock. He runs his hands across his face in frustration at his fuck-up as he avoids your gaze. He turns away from you, so you can only see his back, his very muscled back, as he sighs and mumbles to himself.
He turns around to face you. You can see the guilt in his eyes when he tries to explain, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have done thatâÂ
You stay quiet as you process Landoâs confession. Why is he apologising?Â
He sighs once more at your silence, running his hand over his face, again. He looks up at you through his lashes but doesnât say anything. Youâre about to respond when he continues, âNo, fuck it. Iâm not sorry. I love you.â
âLando,â you tell him, breathlessly. You step closer to him and smooth your hands over his shoulders and towards his chest, âkiss me?â
You donât have to say that twice. Lando grabs your waist as his lips meet yours in another rough kiss while your hands shoot up to hold his face. He pushes you up against the door as he nibbles on your lip. You moan softly at the feeling of Landoâs body against you, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You can taste the champagne on his tongue when you kiss him back just as passionately.
Your hands find their respective place in Landoâs hair again and you pull on the curls softly, earning a quiet groan in reward. The sound gets you hot, and it doesnât help when Lando lets his hands wander over your body. He squeezes your ass gently before hoisting you up and you immediately wrap your legs around him in reflex.
Lando leaves you panting when he moves his kisses from your mouth to your jaw. He manages to pull another moan from you when he sucks on the skin behind your ear. Softly biting before soothingly licking the soft skin, most definitely leaving a mark behind. But thatâs exactly his goal, his plan even, as he sucks love bites along your neck. And as much as you love the feeling and donât want to think about anything but Lando in this moment, the thoughts of leaving the paddock later with the race winner, and the amount of paparazzi thatâll want a picture of him, penetrate your mind. So, you push Lando away from your skin.
âLan,â you gasp, âwe should stop.â
It takes a few seconds for Lando to get his mind back into the right headspace, a headspace in which not every thought is obsessed with you. He stares at you with hazy eyes, and you stare back. Dear God, itâs hard not to kiss him again when he looks like this, with his hair wet from the champagne and messy from your hands and his lips swollen and red from your heated kiss. You nearly let out another moan at the sight, but bite your lip to prevent it.
âBaby, donât bite your lip if you donât want me to kiss you,â Lando says hoarsely.
âSorry.â
Youâre both panting while you stare at each other. Neither of you is sure how to continue now. Lando admitted he loves you, should you say it back now? You do love him, but maybe you should wait until he says something. Does this mean youâre dating now? Is he your boyfriend, or do you have to ask first? Itâs so unnecessarily confusing and complicated.
âI love you,â you finally admit.
Lando smiles at the confession, âYou do, huh?â He says cockily.Â
You punch his shoulder again, âDonât look at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike⊠I donât know. Youâre all smug about it, but you said you loved me first, so I win.â
He laughs at your response, âSure baby, you win.â
You smile at him, âSo, does this mean youâre my boyfriend now?â
Lando has a big grin on his face now while he stares at you adoringly, âYes, if you want me to be,â he says sweetly.
âI want you to be,â you murmur, fiddling with the strands of hair that are falling into his face.
âGood, because I want you to be my girlfriend,â he responds, pulling your chin up.
You smile a big grin at his admission.Â
âSo, now that thatâs settled, can I kiss my girlfriend?â Lando asks with a cheeky smile, to which you merely nod in response.
Lando pulls you closer by your chin, gently placing his lips back on yours. This time, you can feel him smile against your lips while he kisses you softly and lovingly. Nevertheless, the kiss is passionate and lustful. How could it be anything other than that when this was the best day of his life. He just won his first Formula 1 race and got the girl. There's absolutely nothing that could ruin this perfect day, he's sure of it.
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How do you welcome a husband from an unfinished war?
How would you patch his wounds knowing the battle is not yet done?
How would you hug him when his side is still aching from the finishing blow?
Your hands flew on your lips as your tears fell, seeing him standing amidst the battle field.
"He won..."
"Gojo Satoru defeated Sukuna!"
Someone murmured in the background and you couldn't care enough. Beneath your tears is a screaming heart begging for him to come out of the battle field so you could hide him away.
This is enough right? Satoru already did his part, didn't he?
"Hey, pretty..." Satoru grinned he tucks a strand of your hair at the back of your ear. He winces but waves it away in a blur. "Why's my Baby crying? I won."
Your lips tremble as you look at him all battered and bloody, never minding the gashes he sustained, your arms held his hand in all care you could muster and press it on your cheeks.
"Can we go home now, Satoru? Can I now take you back home?"
You couldn't look him in the eyes but you felt the exhausted arms wrap around you, and for what seems like forever, he let his weight fall into you, urging you to hold him up, finally letting himself have your help in shouldering what is on his shoulders.
Satoru inhaled your scent, it filtered into his nostrils, reminding him of home as he murmured to your ears.
"Just a second Baby, give me a few seconds with you, like this."
âGrey,
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Winner | Lewis Hamilton
WC: 2.3K
Dad!Lewis x Wife!Reader
Summery: Itâs lewisâs win after 945 days of not winning, and itâs also your daughterâs first race.
Warning: None
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The home you share with Lewis in England is a sanctuary for the two of you. it's a house filled with warmth and comfort. It's a place filled with laughter and good memories.
Deciding to make this house your main one almost 4 years ago was an easy decision for the both of you. Lewis was away racing most of the year, and since you've gotten pregnant, this was the best option, his family is there, and they've been helping you whenever Lewis is away. During his brakes, you all go back to Monaco, the home you shared with Lewis when you were dating to when you got married and until your fourth month of pregnancy. For him, the move was a return to the familiar embrace of family and the land that had shaped him. Lewisâs family had welcomed you with open arms, their support a constant source of strength.
Their love for your daughter knew no bounds. She was the light of everyoneâs lives. Her bright eyes and infectious giggle, a beacon of joy.
One thing is that Lola hasn't seen her dad race in real life. The sound of the engines, the rush of the crowd, those were experiences she only saw on the TV or stories told by the adults around her.
You and Lewis talked about bringing her to a race multiple times, but you always felt like she was too young, that it would be too much for her. But seeing other drivers bring their children made Lewis want to bring her more. And as the British Grand Prix approached, it felt like it was finally time, Lewis was buzzing, Mercedes won last week. Yes, it was because Max and Lando crashed, but they still won. And the feeling he had coming into the week was great. He loves Silverstone, and he's won 8 times before. And the thought of having you and Lola there with the rest of his family was filling him up with anticipation.
That's why when Lola got a bit sick and was under the weather, he felt deflated. Was it a bad omen, will this week go wrong and not like he expected. His thoughts ran wild. Throughout media day and Friday, you've been sending him pictures of the two of you watching him. His mum was with you, but she will be going on race day. Unbeknownst to Lewis, Lola was better, so much better, but you were waiting to see if she'll stay okay or maybe get sick again. The colour returned to her cheeks, and she became active once again.
On quali day, it was bright and early, when you felt Lewis get out of bed, but took you a few minutes to will yourself to get out of bed and follow him. You walked in the direction of your daughter's room. The door was open, and the night light was still on, you watched from the door way as Lewis stood by her bed, he's been coming home late at night when Lola was already in bed.
You walked in and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from the back, feeling his skin under your arms. Lewis leaned slightly into you. You peppered his shoulder with kisses.
âI can't wait for the summer break, I feel like I haven't been spending enough time with her.â Lewis whispers, you hum and look at her from over his shoulder.
âSoon she'll be able to travel with you to races.â You whisper back. âShe's super excited about that.â
âI want to start winning again, I want her to be proud of me.â Lewis told you he sounded so vournable in that moment.
âShe's already so proud of you, winning or not.â You reasure him. âShe goes around saying my daddy is a champion, he won 7 times, and Nicolas taught her to say that you're the goat.â
âDid he?â Lewis smiled.
âYeah, don't think she knows what it really means, but it has her giggling every time.â You kiss his neck and pull him slightly. You leave her sleeping.
You watch him get ready from the bed, keeping him company, it pains you not being able to be there for him on his home race weekend.
âI can hear you thinking.â Lewis says, and you smile.
âI can't help it, I want to be there for you today and tomorrow.â You pout, and Lewis smiles he walks to the side of the bed you're sitting on before he leans over and presses a few kisses to your lips.
âWe can't help it, Lola comes first.â Lewis says and finishes getting ready.
âI know.â
Watching quali with Lola had so many highs and lows for you. For a second, you thought Lewis would qualify first. But alas, it was 1-2 for Mercedes.
Lewis left the track at 10 that day and was home after both you and Lola fell asleep. You slept on the sofa waiting for him. Lewis smiles seeing you on the sofa, the TV on low volume. He kisses your forehead and picks you up. You stir up and wrap your arms around him.
âI'm so proud of you, Lewis.â You mumble, and he kisses your foreheads once more. He puts you in bed before he joins you, and you gravitate towards him, you cuddle.
Kissing Lewis goodbye the next day, you start getting ready, Carmen, his mum helps Lola get ready while you get ready. You take Lola's bag filled with snacks, toys, and everything she might need or want for the day, also her medicine in case she needs it.
âLook at you so cute.â You tell Lola, seeing her in a mini race suit that is identical to Lewisâ, complete with race shoes as well, and a Mercedes cap to boot.
âHe'll be so happy.â Carmen tells you, and you agree. She gives you a hug, and the three of you leave. You already agreed with his team to sneak you in and not tell him.
Avoiding fans was the hardest thing, but somehow, you managed to do it. Lewis was in a meeting most of the day. This race was crucial, and a lot of planning went into it.
There was a camera following you and Lola through the Mercedes motorhome, documenting your daughter's first race. She looked around in wander.
âLook who we have here.â Toto said, smiling, seeing your daughter walking in front of you. She smiles up at the tall man, her neck bending to see his face. Toto picks her up.
âHi, Toto Daddy doesn't know I'm here.â She says and shush him with her finger to her lips.
âDon't worry, I won't tell him.â Toto whispers and smiles. She talks with Toto for a bit before he has to go.
The plan was for one of the team to get a camera into the room Lewis was in, and somehow they did. Lola was told to go knock on the door and walk in.
She looked at you as she walked to the room. You gave her a nod and an encouraging smile. Her small hand knocks on the door, barely making a noise.
Lewis looks up at the door, he thought for a second that he heard a knock or something, it was so light, before the door is pushed open, and he looks down.
âOh my god.â He whispers. Before he gets up from his chair and, in a few big steps, scoops her up in her arms. âBaby, what are you doing here?â
âIt's a surprise, Daddy.â Lola giggles, happy that she managed to surprise her dad.
âShe's been feeling much better.â You tell him from the doorway, behind the man filming the father daughter due. Seeing them together here in Mercedes brought tears to your eyes, but you managed not to let them slip. Lewis holds his hand out to you, and you slip in the room and into your husband's arms. He hugs the two of you close, and you enjoy the moment not caring about the people around you.
Lewis is fussy you realised, he's making sure that you're both comfortable in the garage, that Lola's headphones were the right size and that someone will be next to you during the race incase you needed help with anything.
And so for the next hour, the garage became your little haven. Lewis was making sure your daughter was comfortable, adjusting her headphones, and pointing out various parts of the car to her with the patient enthusiasm of a father eager to share his world. She sat perched on his lap, wide-eyed and fascinated by everything around her, her tiny fingers tracing the lines of his racing suit as if trying to memorise every detail. She was so happy when he sat in the car and placed her on his lap, steering wheel and everything.
As the time for the race drew nearer, the atmosphere in the garage grew increasingly tense. Mechanics made their final checks, the car gleamed under the bright lights, and the air was thick with anticipation. Lewis knelt down beside your daughter, his face serious now as he explained that he had to go and get ready. She listened intently, nodding solemnly, and then wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug.
âGo win, Daddy,â she said, her voice full of quiet determination.
With one last kiss for each of you, Lewis stood up, took a deep breath, and headed towards his car. You watched him go, your heart swelling with pride and love.
As the engines roared to life and the cars began to line up on the grid, you held your daughter close, her eyes fixed on the track, her face alight with the same eager anticipation that filled the air. Today is a day you would cherish forever, no matter what the outcome of the race might be.
The start of the race looked good, with Lewis and George keeping the rest of the grid behind them. You grew anxious when the Mclarens over took them after Lewis was leading.
Lap 33 George had to retire his car, and it left you worried for Lewisâ car. Mclaren was leading, but the strategy from Mercedes and Lewisâ experience played a good part for him to take the lead and stay ahead of Lando. Lola sat wide-eyed and mesmerised by the spectacle unfolding before her. Lewisâs car was a blur as it streaked past the garage. You could see the intensity in his movements from the onboard, every turn, and manoeuvre executed with the precision and grace of a seasoned champion. A mix of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. Your daughter clapped her hands in delight every time she spotted her fatherâs car, her infectious excitement breaking your own tension and bringing a smile to your face.
âThere he is, Mummy! Look! Daddyâs winning!â She exclaimed, her voice enthusiastic, filled with pure love as she watched her daddy do what he he loved and was passionate about.
Max came out of nowhere and overtook Lando easily. Your heart dropped as the last 5 laps went on, Max is catching Lewis, your heart beating hard in your chest. The anticipation was killing you. Then, as the race entered its final lap, a hush fell over the garage, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Lewis was leading, and Max was too far to try and overtake.
Lola leaned forward, her eyes wide with awe as she watched the drama unfold. âIs Daddy going to win, Mummy?â she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.
You squeezed her hand, your own emotions a blend of hope and fear. âHe will.â You replied, your voice catching in your throat as you watched the final lap play out before you.
The entire grange was on its feet, a chorus of cheers and applause erupting around you as he passed the chequered flag. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your heart swelling with pride and joy as you watched him cross the finish line, victorious and triumphant.
The garage exploded into a frenzy of celebration, the noise and excitement almost overwhelming in its intensity.
âDaddy won! Daddy won!â she squealed, her face alight with pure, unadulterated joy.
With Carmen, you made your way to parc ferme, where Lewis parked, Lola in your arms. Your husband has already gotten out of the car and hugged his team and father. Carmen managed to get to him before the two of you, and he fell in her shoulder. Heâs crying. Hearing him on the team radio crying made you fight your own tears. You walked around the barrier with Lola still in your arms, Lando was being interviewed by Jensen, and that gave you the time to reach Lewis.
He let go of his mother, and his eyes fell on you and Lola in your arms. Meeting his eyes, the tears you tried to keep at bay fell freely. The moment you reached him, he enveloped you both in a fierce, tearful embrace. You hid your face in his neck as you clutched his race suit around his back, Lola wrapped her arms around his neck.
âWe did it, we did it.â He whispered in your ear, his voice cracking as he held you both close.
âDaddy donât cry.â Lola said patting his back, trying to comfort him like he always comforts her, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, Lewis pulls back and kisses her cheek, before he turns to you and presses a kiss to your lips.
âI love you so much.â You whisper against his lips, a teary smile on your face.
âI love you too.â Lewis tells you the emotions between you thick and overwhelming.
âI love you, Daddy.â Lola said, and Lewis turned to take her in his arms, kissing all over her face.
âI love you too, sweetheart.â
In that moment, amidst the roar of the crowd and the flash of the cameras, nothing else mattered. You were together, and Lewis has proved to everyone that said heâs washed and that itâs over for him wrong. And he did it all on his daughterâs first race. His greatest accomplishment and his lucky charm.
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Itâs the way I found out ten minutes ago that two of my fics are actually on YouTube đ©âđŠŻââĄïž
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may the best brother win pt. 2 âhughes brothers
pairings:Â quinn hughes x afab!reader âluke hughes x afab!reader â jack hughes x afab!reader â genre:Â romance âbachelorette-esque situations âangst? âfriends - to - lovers warnings:Â awkwardness between reader and Jackâmentions of a bet / competitionâfriendly love-hate relationship âluke being a cutie patootie âluke's love language is very much physical touch â kissing with mild heavy petting âjack's kind of an asshole in this one âmiscommunication â synopsis:Â you have been friends with the hughes brothers for years - but why does this summer feel so different? word count:Â 5.1k authors note: Â this is luke's chapter - I've always seen things saying that luke is super sweet and shy but really playful with people he knows so I kinda went with that for this story - anyway I hope you all enjoy! (p.s. i will be posting chapter aesthetic pics at the bottom so you can get an idea of what I was picturing :) )
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âYou look like youâve been kissed.â Lukes voice carries through your bedroom, as you stand in front of your vanity mirror, trying to braid your hair to avoid it getting stuck to you with sweat overnight.Â
âHuh?â You question, turning around too quick to be casual to look at the long legged boy sprawling himself across your bed.Â
âYour lips are a little swollen?â Luke continues, trying to play oblivious to the nerve he was hitting with his words.Â
âDidnât know you pay so much attention to my lips, Lukey.â You hiss back, turning back towards the mirror watching him in the reflection.ïżœïżœ You stick your tongue out at him, a quirk of his lips brightening the atmosphere as he leans forwards, his elbows pressing into his thighs.Â
âSo howâd the date go? You both came back in a bit of a weird mood.â Luke notes, his eyes catching the small twitch of your jaw as you clench and unclench thinking of what to respond with, âDid something happen between you two?â He adds, goading you for a reaction.Â
âThe date was nice.â You say softly, finishing the second braid and tying it off with a hair band before turning around to face the intruder. âHeâs very serious about this bet thought, so you better have something good planned.â Your snark surprises Luke as you walk around to the other side of the bed, slipping onto the mattress besides him.Â
âHe did kiss you didnât he?â Lukeâs smile is outrageously large as you cover your face with your hands, already feeling the tips of your ears burning.Â
âDonât say anything.â You snap, letting out a long groan into your hands as the tingle returns to your lips - the featherlight feeling of Jackâs lips still lingering. âIt was spur of the moment, it didnât really mean anything.â You admit - the memory of Jacks joking comment playing through your head on repeat.Â
âDoes Jack feel that way?â Luke asks, his question, making your turn your head in your hands, just peeking over at him from the corner of your eyes.Â
âI mean he said and I quote âif I donât win this competition, Iâm gonna say itâs riggedâ, so I donât really think feelings were on his mind.â You say, trying to do your best Jack impression, your voice mockingly low as you recall his words. Luke winces as you sigh, leaning back against your headboard - the large puppy of a man turning on his side to face you.Â
âI think you made him nervous, kitten.â Luke whispers.Â
âIf you ever call me kitten again, Iâll cut your balls off and feed them to you in a sandwich.â You snap, Luke immediately throwing his hands up in defence.Â
âIâm just testing some out - give it time, pumpkin.âÂ
âGet the fuck out of my room.âÂ
âIâm kidding.â He laughs, his hands grabbing hold of your wrists as you try to shove him off the bed. âBut I was being serious, Jack says stupid shit when heâs nervous or caught off guard.âÂ
âAre you saying kissing me somehow made him nervous?â You canât help the way your head shakes as Luke nods his in agreement with what youâre saying. âThere is no way, hot shot hockey star got nervous from kissing the girl he went bra shopping with when they were ten.âÂ
âItâs just a suspicion, so donât take his stupid comments to heart.â Luke admits, dragging the covers which lay folded at the end of the bed over the two of your before settling down into the pillows.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âMy room is so far away.â He whines, patting the space next to him waiting for you to follow suit. âIâm not leaving so get comfortable.â Luke adds, his arms crossed against his chest, a triumphant smile on his face as you settle into your own pillows turning your back to face him.Â
âGet a good nights rest cause we have a big day tomorrow.â Luke warns before rolling around in the bed till he finds a comfortable position.Â
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The sound of âeye of the tigerâ blaring in your dark bedroom and the heavy arm over your waist is what makes you crack your eyes open - glancing around to confirm the you are still in fact in your own bedroom. You glance down at the arm around you in confusion, your eyebrows lifting in surprise at the sight of Lukeâs fingers entwined with yours sitting comfortably against the comforter. âNo wonder my hand is so sweaty.â You mumble
âLuke.â You groan, trying to get his hand to release yours so you can tug the covers up and over your head.Â
âShit, sorry.â He mumbles back, his eyes barely opened as his fingers release yours, rolling onto his back, slapping his hand around the mattress for his phone. âEight AM sugar cookie, rise and shine.â His voice is crackling with sleep as his arm drops back to the mattress the alarm no longer singing the song of Rocky Balboa.Â
âSugar Cookie?âÂ
âI know, itâs just not right, is it?â He agrees, as he raises his hands to rub at his face before pulling himself into a sitting position. âWe gotta get up though, canât let date day go to waste.â You dare a glimpse over at the curly headed morning freak who is greeting you with a beaming grin, you can already see the energy buzzing under his skin.Â
âTime for us to get our game faces on!â He grins, flicking your forehead gently. âThe betâs not gonna win itself.âÂ
You roll your eyes, sitting up and stretching. âThis is ridiculous. I donât even know why youâre this invested.âÂ
âYouâre just mad cause Jacky made a boo boo.â Luke teases as he slides off the bed, walking over to your curtains to rip them open, unleashing the morning sun in your face. âYou donât think Iâm gonna let him just coast to victory, do you? He thinks he can just kiss you out of nowhere and then act like itâs nothing?â Lukeâs voice is teasing, but thereâs an edge to it, and you catch a glimpse of his competitive streak.
âPfft, not on my watch. Iâm gonna make this the most fun youâll ever have on a date.â He tries to keep his face serious as he adds, âYouâre going to go on other dates and be like âgod I wish this was even close to being as much fun as I had with devilishly handsome and oh so charming Luke Hughesâ.â He mimics trying to raise his voice as high as itâll go.Â
âActually scratch that - youâre not going to go on other date ever again cause youâll be so enamoured by me.â He corrects, his smile as wide as it can get as you let out a bark of laughter.Â
âVery funny - now get out and Iâll get ready for whatever youâre going to enamour me with.âÂ
âAs you wish, mâlady.â He says as he makes his way to the door, pulling it open all the way, Jack stopping just outside the door, looking between you and Luke in surprise. âOh and wear something comfy.â He adds, nodding hello to his older brother as he fiddles with the long messy curls falling in his face.Â
âHe has a lot of energy.â Jack notes, stepping forwards to lean against your doorframe.Â
âHeâs excited.â You say with a shrug, slipping out of the bed and adjusting your pyjama bottoms which had ridden up over the night.Â
âListen, I think we should talk.âÂ
âCan we do it later? I have a feeling if Iâm not ready in fifteen minutes Luke is gonna drag me on this date in my pyjamas.â You joke risking a glimpse at Jackâs face, expecting there to be a light smile but met with a blank expression.Â
âYeah.â He says quickly, clearing his throat. âYeah whatever time suits you.â Jack says snapping out of his daze as he shoots you a quick smile, clapping his hand against the door frame before walking the rest of the way down the hall to his bedroom - the sound of the door closing echoing through the house.Â
You canât help the shiver of nerves at Jack's sudden shift; maybe Luke was right.Â
"Fifteen minutes, princess!â Lukeâs voice rings from this bedroom down the hall, and you huff out a breath, rolling your eyes. Lukeâs enthusiasm for this date was charming in its own right, and for now, you'd focus on that.Â
You dress quickly, pulling on a white thin sweater and some muted green overalls with your favourite broken in and worn down white converses as you gather a small cross body bag with the essentials.Â
âIâm coming.â You hiss and Luke stops outside your door, pointedly looking down at the watch on his wrist. You pull your hair into a ponytail, the loose pieces at the front unable to be contained by the hair tie. Luke has on a simple pair of black shorts, with a washed out blue concert tee - his hair freshly washed and dried, and also possibly brushed, which was rare for the younger brother. He sports his own white converse - quick to point out the unintentional matching.Â
âWeâd just make the cutest couple, wouldnât we?â He sing songs to Quinn who slides a plate of freshly cut fruit over to you as you take a seat at the counter - thanking the oldest as you dig into the juicy red apple slices.Â
âHeâs got a lot of energy.â Quinn notes, the deja vu slapping your across the face.Â
âHeâs excited.â You agree the encounter mimicking your earlier run in with Jack.Â
âSo whatâs your plan for today?â Quinn questions Luke, watching his younger brother shove gatorade bottles and packets of chips into a small backpack.Â
âWhy? Trying to keep your enemies close?â Luke chides, slinging the mini black bag over his shoulder - the item looking smaller then before against his broad back. âWe may or may not be going to one of her favourite places.â Luke hints, your eyes lighting up as Quinn looks over to you in confusion.Â
âThereâs a fair nearby?â You question, Luke nodding his head as he grabs an apple from the fruit bowl taking a large bite from it. âSince when? How did I not know about this.âÂ
âWait, didnât your friends from u-mich invite you to hang out with them there?â Quinn questions, a teasing smirk on his face as a frown grows on yours.Â
âSo youâre using this date as an excuse to hang out with your friends?â You ask Luke, his head shaking quickly as he bends down his mouth just besides your ear.Â
âNo Iâm using it as an excuse to show you off to my friends.â He corrects, a shit eating grin on his face as he ushers you off the bar stool and towards the front door. âWeâll see you later tonight.â He bid farewell to his older brother before slamming the door closed.Â
âCâmon we have a one hour drive ahead of us.â Luke says, his hand reaching for yours for what would be the first time of many throughout your date.Â
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The one-hour drive feels like minutes, and before you know it, youâre pulling into the makeshift parking lot beside the fairgrounds. The scent of fried dough, popcorn, and fresh-cut grass wafts through the open window, instantly transporting you to childhood summers. The sound of laughter, carnival games, and the occasional squeal from the rides fills the air.
Luke parks the car and hops out, circling around to open your door before you can even unbuckle your seatbelt.
âWhat a gentleman,â you tease, stepping out and adjusting the strap of your crossbody bag.
âOnly the best for my date,â Luke retorts with a wink, grabbing your hand again.
The fair is bustling with people, families with kids in tow, couples hand-in-hand, and groups of teenagers excitedly darting between rides. Luke leads you through the crowd, his fingers laced securely with yours, making sure you donât get separated.
âWhere to first?â he asks, stopping in the middle of the main walkway. His eyes gleam with excitement as he scans the colorful booths and towering rides.
âI donât know... youâre the one who planned this, remember?â you tease, nudging him with your shoulder.
âRight, but itâs all about what you want,â he insists, gesturing dramatically to the array of options. âGames? Rides? Food? Name it.âYour eyes land on a giant Ferris wheel at the far end of the fairgrounds, its lights twinkling even in the daylight.Â
âThat,â you say, pointing to it.Â
âThe Ferris wheel? Starting strong, I like it.â Luke grins and starts leading you toward it, but not before pulling you to a halt at a booth along the way.
âHold up,â he says, eyeing the rows of oversized stuffed animals dangling above a ring-toss game. âIâve got to win you something first. Itâs tradition.â
âTradition?â you ask, raising an eyebrow.
âYup. No fair date is complete without a ridiculously large stuffed animal you have no idea where to put later,â he says with a smirk, handing a few bills to the booth operator.
Lukeâs competitive streak comes out in full force as he lines up his shots, determination etched into his face. The first two tosses miss, and you try to hide your giggles behind your hand.
âOh, laugh it up,â he says, narrowing his eyes playfully. âIâm just warming up.â
The third ring lands perfectly around the target, and Luke lets out a victorious shout, throwing his hands in the air. The booth operator hands him a stuffed bear almost as big as you are, and he turns to you with a proud grin.
âFor you,â he declares, presenting it with a flourish.
You laugh as you take it, hugging the soft toy close. âThis is so impractical, but thank you.â
âImpractical? No way. Itâs the ultimate prize,â Luke insists, leaning down to whisper, âBesides, itâs my excuse to keep carrying stuff for you all day.â
âSmooth,â you say with a grin, letting him take the bear back as you head toward the Ferris wheel, your hand slipping into his again.
As you step into the Ferris wheel carriage, the world below begins to shrink, and the view stretches out for miles. Luke sits close beside you, his knee brushing against yours as the carriage rocks gently.
âOkay, you were right,â he says, looking out at the sprawling fairgrounds and the sun painting the horizon in shades of gold. âThis was the perfect first stop.â
You glance over at him, catching the soft, thoughtful expression on his face. âYouâre full of surprises, Hughes.â
The Ferris wheel slows to a stop at the very top, giving you a moment of stillness high above the fairgrounds which is becoming increasingly busy as time seems to pause.Â
âPretty great view, huh?â Luke says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent.
âYeah,â you agree, though your eyes arenât on the horizon. Instead, they linger on the way the rays of sunlight catch the edges of Lukeâs face, softening his features.
He turns to catch you staring, and a slow, teasing grin spreads across his face. âWhat? Do I have something on my face?â
âNo,â you say quickly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. âI justâyeah, itâs a good view.â
Lukeâs grin softens into something gentler as he leans back against the carriage, letting the quiet between you stretch comfortably. The Ferris wheel starts to move again, and he shifts closer, his arm brushing against yours.
By the time the two of you reach the ground the fair has hit peak chaos - hundreds of people filling the walkways, your new bear tight in one arm, Lukeâs hand gripping your free hand as he leads the way through the crowds, his oversized frame making it easy for him to pull the two of you between the masses of people.Â
âAlright, itâs time for the most important part of any fair experience: food,â he announces, his enthusiasm infectious.
âLet me guessâcorn dogs and funnel cake?â you ask, raising an eyebrow.
âObviously,â Luke says, feigning offence. âBut also, those giant turkey legs and deep-fried... well, anything.â You laugh, letting him pull you toward a stand where the smell of fried batter and powdered sugar makes your mouth water. Luke insists on ordering for both of you, and soon your hands are full of hot, sugary funnel cake and a comically oversized lemonade.
The two of you find a spot on a bench near the carousel, sharing bites of the funnel cake and laughing at the powdered sugar that inevitably ends up on your faceâand his shirt.
âYouâve got some...â Luke gestures vaguely toward your chin.Â
âWhere?â you ask, swiping at your face with a napkin.
âNope, you missed it,â he says, reaching out to brush the spot away with his thumb. The simple touch sends a warm flutter through your chest, and for a moment, the chaos of the fair fades into the background.
âThanks,â you murmur, your eyes meeting his.
âAnytime,â he replies, his gaze lingering just a little longer than usual.
âSo what happened to your friends? Are they not meeting you here?â You question, clearing your throat as the two of your break eye contact, your focus going back down to the funnel cake in front of you. Luke also clearing his throat as he pulls his hands off the table where they were resting to pull his phone out of his back pocket.Â
âIâm not sure, theyâre somewhere around here.â He says, tucking his phone back into his pocket, digging his fork into the remaining food in front of you taking a bite as you tilt your head in confusion.Â
âI thought you wanted to see your friends?â You ask, your eyebrows furrowing deeper as Luke lets out a long sigh.Â
âI do.â He admits, whispering something inaudible under his breath, his eyes still turned towards the table.Â
âWhat was that? I didnât quite catch it.â You joke.Â
âI said, Iâd rather spend today with you.â He repeats himself, his shoulders sagging a little almost in relief as the words leave his mouth - his eyes finally lifting to yours as he leans back on the picnic bench.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay?â He questions your head nodding quickly.Â
âI like spending time with you too, Luke.â You admit, smiling at the surprised grin that spreads on Lukeâs face.Â
âThatâs good.â He says feigning nonchalance.Â
âYeah, youâre like my best guy friend.â You tease, watching Lukeâs face drop a little, the infamous Hughes pout spreading across his lips.Â
âGreat, this is great.â He groans, running his hand down his face in despair. His head dropping against the table as you let out a snort of laughter, sliding out from your seat, making sure to grab the arm of your oversized bear before making your way over to his side.Â
âIâm kidding, Luke.â You whisper, as you perch one knee on the bench besides him, leaning forwards to press a soft kiss against his cheek, jumping back as he flings himself from his hunched position. âAre we gonna continue this date or not?â You smile, as Luke nods his head, sliding out of his seat, and reaching his hand behind him as he waits for you to follow after him. His fingers squeezing yours tight as you slide your palm into his.Â
Your day seems to fly by as the hot summer sun slowly descends in the sky, your arms now filled with your giant bear and a more modest sized unicorn that had taken Luke six attempts to win from the basketball game. âYouâre looking a little tired.â Luke notes as you make your way down the significantly emptier main walkway. âDo you want to start heading home?âÂ
âI just need to use the bathroom.â You respond, pausing your steps as you catch sight of the bathroom sign, Luke quickly pulling the stuffed animals from your arms motioning for you to go ahead.Â
âIâll wait right here.â He says the sound of his voice being called hitting you as you walk into the restroom. You make quick work of your business after waiting in line for ten minutes, trying to push your way out of the bathroom without touching any of the admittedly dirty walls.Â
Luke is exactly where you left him, talking animatedly with who you quickly realise must be the friends he had avoided meeting up with all day so he could spend the day with you. You take a few steps forwards before deciding to hover back a little bit, letting the friends catch up without the interruption of a stranger. Pulling your phone out of your bag to check the notifications you had ignored for most of the day.Â
Jack đ: let me know when you guys are heading home.Â
Jack đ: I hope you had a lot of fun on your date
Jack đ: Iâm sorry if I made things weird between us.Â
Quinnifer đ : I think you broke my brother.Â
âHey, what are you doing over there?â Your head pops up at the sound of Lukeâs voice, the sight of the group now turned towards you making your eyes bulge a little.Â
âJust catching up on my messages.â You say quickly, awkwardly showing your phone to the group, hoping it was enough to dismiss the attention. You watch as Lukeâs friends nod to you in acknowledgement before turning to talk to each other in hushed whispers, the words obviously pleasing Luke as his boyish grin lights up his face.Â
His eyes make contact with yours, his head motioning for you to come over and join him, his hand reaching out towards you, making quick grabby motions similar to that of a toddler as he waits for you to take his hand. You feel his body relax as you slip your hand into his, his arm pulling you close to his side as his raises your joined hands to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, your heart speeding up to a hundred miles an hour as you glance up at him in surprise.Â
âIt was good seeing you guys, we need to do a lake trip soon.â Luke interjects, wrapping up to conversation efficiently as he quickly bids his friends farewell, making promises to hang out soon, as the two of you slowly wander away from the group of college students. Â
As you settle into the car for the ride home, Luke glances over at you, his expression soft and a little shy. âSo... was this a good first date?â
You smile, leaning your head against the window. âIt was perfect.âLuke grins, reaching over to place his hand gently against your thigh, his hand remaining there for the whole trip home, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your skin.Â
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 Luke parks the car and turns off the engine. For a moment, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the air filled with a warm contentment that neither of you seems in a rush to break. His hand lingers on your thigh, the steady pressure a grounding reminder of his presence.
Finally, Luke looks over at you with a playful smirk. âYouâre not going to make me walk you to your door like a proper gentleman, are you?â
You chuckle, undoing your seatbelt. âWell, you did just earn some serious points tonight. But sure, letâs see how gentlemanly you can be.â
He shakes his head, pretending to be exasperated, but heâs out of the car in an instant, jogging around to your side to open the door for you. He extends a hand with an exaggerated flourish. âMâlady.â
You take his hand, laughing as he helps you out of the car. The cool night air brushes against your skin, and you instinctively lean closer to him as you walk up to the door. His arm slips around your waist, holding you close as if itâs the most natural thing in the world.Â
When you reach your doorstep, you turn to face him, surprised as he doesnât slow down, opening the front door and ushering you inside.Â
âWhere are you going?â You ask, Luke turning back to look at you with a smirk.Â
âThis is the door, but not your door.â He responds, your brain catching up quickly as you close the front door softly before following him up the stairs until the two of you stop outside your bedroom door, your heart fluttering as you meet his gaze. His boyish grin is back, but thereâs a hint of nervousness in his eyes now. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing down for a moment before looking at you again.
âSo⊠I had a really good time today,â he says, his voice softer now, more vulnerable.
âMe too,â you reply, your voice matching his quiet tone. âThank you for making it so special.â
He takes a small step closer, his free hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. âIâm glad. I wanted it to be⊠I donât know, just right.â
âIt was,â you assure him, your heart racing as the space between you shrinks. Lukes hand slowly cupping the side of your face, searching for any signs of resistance before he leans down, pressing his lips firmly against yours, your own hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, as you lift to your tippy toes pulling yourself tight against him.Â
His free hand raising to grab hold of your door handle, as he twists it open, slowly walking the two of you inside your bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot. Both of Lukes hands are gentle against your jaw as you pull away from him, his eyes meeting yours as you chew on your bottom lip.Â
âIs this too much?â He asks gently, his thumbs rubbing softly against your cheeks, his breathing heavy as he waits for you to respond.Â
âIs this not kinda of crossing the line? I mean I know we didnât set any rules for the competition but do you not feel weird that Iâve kissed you and your brother?â You explain, grimacing as you speak the situation out loud.Â
âDo you want to kiss me?â Luke asks slowly, ignoring the rest of your statement, his eyes searching yours as you nod slowly - unable to miss the way Luke grins as he mumbles, âThen fuck the competition.â Luke doesnât waste time in reconnecting your lips, his hands firm on your hips as he walks to two of you back towards your bed, perching himself on the edge.Â
Lukeâs lips leave yours for no more than ten seconds, ripping his shirt over his head as his hands tug your body onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he shoots you a quick grin, before leaning up to catch your lips again. Your body melts against him your hands rake up his arms, Luke letting out a small shiver as they tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.Â
Youâre both starved for each other, taking the time to melt your bodies together as Luke lies back on the mattress pulling you down with him, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, before moving higher up your body.Â
âWhyâd you have to wear fucking overalls?â He grimaces as you sit back against his pelvis, your hands briefly bracing against his bare abdomen the muscles tensing under your touch before reaching up to undo the two buttons holding up the top of the overalls letting the top fall off your shoulders. Luke lets out a shaky breath as he reaches forwards griping the hem of your sweater waiting for your small nod before pulling it up and over your head.Â
âI wasnât really going for aesthetic when I got dressed this morning.â You admit, glancing down at the black sports bra with a frown, your overalls bunching at your hips as you glance down at Luke, still sprawled on your mattress glancing up at you with a sparkle in his eyes. Â
âIâve never been one for aesthetics.â He says quietly, his hands running up the skin on your sides, goosebumps blossoming on your skin as he pauses as the clasps on your sports bra, a knock sounding through the room.Â
âAre you in there?â You just manage to catch as your head spins towards the door, the clear shadowing seeping under the door, Jackâs voice slicing through the tension in the room.Â
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â Luke growls, his hands sliding back down to your hips to hold you steady as he sits up from his spot on the mattress, his arms wrapping around your waist as your turn your head back to him in panic. Luke leans forwards, skin pressing against skin as he steals one, two, three more kisses before pushing himself off the mattress, your legs wrapped around his hips, Luke slowly letting you place your feet back to the ground.Â
âDonât panic.â Luke whispers, his forehead pressing to yours. âHe probably just wants to talk to you about your date last night.â Luke reminds you, pressing one more sweet kiss to your nose before stepping away from you, picking your sweater up off the floor and handing it to you to put on.Â
âIâll come back later.â Luke reassures you, grabbing his own shirt off the floor before moving towards your bedroom door, pulling it open and sending his surprised older brother a glare. âDonât say anything stupid.â Luke warns his brother before padding down the hallway to his own room.Â
Jack glances over at you in surprise, his expression almost an exact mirror of this morning when Luke left your room. âI have a feeling I interrupted something.â Jack notes your arms crossing over your chest as you choose not to respond.Â
âI just wanted to apologise for last night and thought that maybe the kiss made things weird between us butâŠâ Jack pauses, glancing back in the direction his brother just went before looking back at you, his expression shifting from soft confusion to simmering anger, âClearly the kiss wasnât the problem.âÂ
âWhat are you saying, Jack?âÂ
âIâm just saying I thought maybe I crossed a line by kissing you but obviously that line doesnât exist with you.â Jack reiterates, his words making you lift your eyebrows in surprise.Â
âYou were right, Jack. The kiss wasnât the problem.â You begin, opening to your mouth to continue explaining but pausing as you watch Jack take a step backwards, his head nodding as he frowns.Â
âNo donât bother - I understand now.â He says quickly, escaping down the hallway to his room slamming the door harshly the sounding ringing through the house.Â
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Light smut Summary: Monaco finally loved him back. Charles is home.
*my long awaited Charles Monaco win imagine! it is completed after my computer was finally fixed and after 30+ hours of having no power at my house. it's been a rough couple of days, but I'm still reeling in the moment that Charles won his home race.
*A big thank you goes to @pucksandpower for helping me with the smut parts. you all know that I can't write anything beyond a small make out sesh. you all will know what parts she wrote! but look for this âš if you want to skip it!
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You couldnât pick out the exact moment of when you started to cry.Â
Was it lap 1? Lap 20? Lap 76? Maybe tears finally started to leak from your eyes as you stood under the podium, waiting for the love of your life to finally appear? Or were the tears drops of champagne that flowed from his winnerâs bottle?Â
You didnât know, but you knew that the pride in your heart could not be contained internally. It had to escape somewhere, so it formed itself into tears that were shed as you watched the whole vast of Monaco finally love Charles back.Â
You remembered the past times you cried as you stood below.Â
Tears from him, from you, and from the both of you stained the past asphalt here in the principality. Disappointment after disappointment would forever be written in the streets of Monte Carlos. However, today was the rain that would wash everything away.Â
Today was the day the sun finally shone once again.Â
But the sun would not dry the tears of pride from your face, you wouldnât let it. The testament of your love and pride could make divots in your face for the rest of time, and youâd never want to fill them.Â
The applause around you grew as Carlos walked out, waving below. You could guess that the Spaniard knew that these people werenât for him. They werenât for anyone other than the green-eyed man in red.Â
More applause sounded as the green and yellow suit of Oscar stood out against the red of everything else. Your partially adopted son for the weekend caught your eye and gave you a sad smile. You could only shake your head, hoping to relay that these tears were finally not for a broken heart.Â
The moment the applause grew to screams, yells, and everything in between, you knew what it meant. In this moment, everything stood still in the chaos. Flags of red, yellow, red and white flew around your face. Joris stood behind you, hand on the small of your back to keep you steady.Â
But like you, his tears didnât stop: they multiplied.Â
Finally, you had the courage to look up and gaze upon the subject of praise that would ring for all of eternity. You couldnât help but join in, making a small dent in history for yourself.Â
Pride seemed to double, tripling the number of tears that fell. You knew a camera was focused on you, but nothing could take your eyes away from him on the step, flag in his trembling hands. You were almost silently saying, âTurn the camera on the man who has rewritten his and the countryâs history.âÂ
You watched as your prince wrapped his arms around his most precious gift. No one had been able to do what he did. A national treasure for the rest of time.Â
You witnessed your princess hug him dearly. His hands still trembled as he clutched his red and white flag. If it made him feel any better, you were trembling too, along with the hosts of Monaco. The people trembled in their spots, the flags swished back and forth. Hell, the boats in the port still roared for him, almost thirty minutes after he had crossed that beloved finish line.Â
When he finally turned to face the crowd below, your world went silent as your focus pinpointed on Charles.Â
Historyâs Charles. Monacoâs Charles. Formula Oneâs Charles.Â
Your Charles.Â
A laugh finally bullied its way through your tears as you saw him accidentally drop the flag and scramble to pick it up. Joris had started to rub your back, knowing that you needed some comfort. Where Joris was, there you were too.Â
The two of you liked to claim both spots of Charlesâs right and left sides. Deemed the best WAGs by fans everywhere, you wouldnât want to be anywhere but next to the boys. He had had a chance to race down to see your race winner before he had to go to the cooldown room. You had wanted to run with him, an invisible force wanted to drag you along. But you had stayed, to comfort and hug the people around you.Â
Where Joris was on your left, Arthur was on your right. He looked so much like his brother. The boy, who you had watched grow through his own disappointments and sorrows, also had his tears.Â
Today, however, every tear shed was the opposite of sorrows. They werenât of heavy hearts or disappointments.Â
Every tear shed was pride incarnate.Â
The podium ended with Charles almost being drowned by his teammate and âadopted son.â How you wished you could be up there with him. You knew, though, that youâd have your time with him soon.Â
When you were allowed to leave, Charlesâs driver room was the first place youâd go. In the back of your mind, you knew that heâd still be a while, the media taking up his time. And after was the principality dinner, and then probably Jimmyz with however many people you could fit in the club.Â
But then, after the whole of Monaco had a piece of him, heâd be yours.Â
The door opening caught your attention as you looked up from your phone. Many say that second- or third-place-Charles still had a smile, but it wasnât a true one. Today was a testament to that stamen as he walked in with the biggest smile on his face.Â
If he could shine, heâd rival the sun.Â
A sigh escaped Charlesâs lips when he saw you sitting on his couch after he was done with media. He could see that your mascara had slightly run, the only clues that you had cried.Â
âMon ange,â he said as he dove into your awaiting arms. He felt damp under your hands, a mix of champagne and port water. You were ready for him to drop on you, and you welcomed the familiar weight.Â
âMy race winner,â you whispered, pressing a long kiss to his hairline. Charles had none of that as he leaned up to press his lips against yours, wanting a true feeling of you next to him. He could die happily now if he needed to.Â
Your hands wrapped themselves in his hair, lightly tugging him back so that you could breathe. A low whine escaped him, making you lean your head back in laughter: his favorite sound of all.Â
âWe have to get going,â you gently reminded him, already in the process of standing up. âAnd you need to shower. You stink.âÂ
When you looked back down, Charles was definitely trying the puppy eyes on you, a pout joining on his lips. You shook your head.Â
âNone of that, Char. You know that only Leo can pull off the eyes.âÂ
Grumbles responded as he begrudgingly pulled himself off the couch. You knew that you only had a certain amount of time before people came looking for Charles. At that moment, you wanted to whisk him away, keep him from anyone for the rest of the night. However, your moments together wouldnât happen until either late into the night or early in the morning.Â
You could wait, heâs waited long enough for this.Â
As the two of you quickly got ready after Charles biked home, which you thought was ridiculous, you enjoyed the quiet of your home. He seemed a bit on the quiet side, but you thought that he might be saving his energy for what was to come. You had picked out a very nice black dress that hugged your figure in just the right areas.Â
When you walked into the living area, Charlesâs back was to you, his hand patting his pocket. You cleared your voice, making him turn around.Â
Charlesâs breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. He stalked over and placed his hands on your hips, bringing you flush against him.Â
âI think I must have died for an angel is before me.âÂ
You scoffed, hitting his shoulder lightly.Â
âI must have done something good in my past life to have my own prince,â you said, hands joining together at his nape. Charles, aware of the time, led you over to the door, opening it for you. Below, his Ferrari Competizione waited to take you to the dinner.Â
Charles didnât know what he was expecting when he got there, but a standing ovation wasnât one of them. You had to hold back more tears, as you didnât want your makeup to be ruined. You stood with the halls of Monaco to honor Charles for his moment.Â
Pascale, Arthur, and Joris watched you as you kept clapping with the others. The three knew that you loved Charles probably more than you loved anything else in life. You two had been together for five years, going through the ups and downs together. It was hard, but your love strengthened with every hurdle.Â
When Charles got to sit back down as they started on the first course, you leaned over.Â
âSo, are you going to be knighted or something now?âÂ
Your question made him snort as he wiped his hands on his pants. It was probably nerves. He licked his lips, eyes flittering at the three who were watching on with hopeful eyes. In his mind, he knew that Antoine was waiting behind at a different table.
âI was hoping to be titled something else?âÂ
You cocked your head. âOh? What were you thinking?âÂ
He didnât answer, but his head moved to look at something on the table. Your eyes followed his line of sight to a small black box sitting in front of your plate.
Oh.Â
You whipped your head back to Charles, who had a hopeful smile on his face. Your hands rose to cover your mouth.Â
âYouâre being serious?â you questioned, voice hitching with excitement. The small nod of his head made you want to squeal, but you kept in inside. Charles knew that you were a bit on the shyer side and probably didnât want him to get down on one knee, so he gently reached over to grab the box. He turned to you and popped it open.
He grabbed the bottom of your chair and slid it next to him so that your shoulders were touching. He looked over, and it was his turn to have tears sliding down his cheeks.Â
âMon coeur. Mon amour. Mon soleil. Mon vie. You are the best thing that I have in this world, and after today I know that no race win could ever compare to you. Please let me be happy for the rest of my life with you.âÂ
This time, you let the tears fall as you nodded your head. âYes.âÂ
Charles let out a sigh of relief as he took the ring from the box and slid it on your finger. Small claps came from the three at the table, as to not bring attention to the sweet and intimate moment. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips and rested your forehead against his.Â
âOnly if youâll let me be happy for the rest of my life with you.âÂ
Charles lost his voice, too deep in emotion and happiness to answer. So, a simple nod would have to make due.Â
Arthur decided to make a statement. âYou both are going to get so wasted tonight.âÂ
The table erupted with laughter, because you knew he was correct. Charles deserved a party, and thatâs what he was going to get.Â
You at least had the smart thought process to keep your ring at the bottom of your purse that you carried in the club. Your hand clutched the handle, not letting anyone get near it in fear of having it be ripped out of your hand.Â
Pierre was one of the first to congratulate you and Charles. The Frenchman held the two of you in his arms as he whispered congratulations. He wasnât the only driver that knew of Charlesâs plan.Â
You smiled as your eyes caught Charles with the Monaco flag over his head. You had to pause your conversation with Max, jutting your head in the Monegasqueâs direction.Â
âI better go get him.âÂ
Max wiggled his eyebrows. âWouldnât want him to get into an inchident would we?â Â
You playfully bumped your shoulder against his as you walked in Charlesâs direction. If you thought your boyfriendâs eyes were wide before, they found even more room to widen when he made eye contact with you.Â
Charles raised his arms up. âMon ange! Everyone, itâs my fiancĂ©! Iâm getting married!âÂ
You wanted to wince as you prayed that everyone either was too drunk to comprehend his screeching or that they couldnât hear him over the sound of the bass.Â
You grabbed his arm and brought him closer. âI think itâs time to go home.âÂ
He nodded immediately. âOui, oui. We need to go make beuacoup de bebes!âÂ
You flushed red under the lights of the club as Charles now dragged you along, Monegasque flag still over his head. Now you were really hoping that no one heard. You knew that he was joking though. However, when you got home, he might have been serious.Â
The bass of the club still rang in your ears as you stumbled through the door of your apartment, lips locked with Charles in a passionate kiss. He fumbles blindly for the light switch, finally bathing the entryway in a soft glow as you pull apart breathlessly.Â
âMon belle,â Charles murmurs huskily, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His eyes are shining with a mix of exhilaration and adoration. âMy amazing fiancĂ©. The true winner today.â
You let out a breathless giggle, feeling giddy and invincible in the wake of his historic Monaco win. âI just stood on the sidelines and cheered. Youâre the one who drove like a demon out there.â
âCouldnât have done it without you,â he says fervently, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands roam hungrily over the curve of your waist, the soft swell of your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the rumble of his groan against your mouth as your fingers tangle in his sweat-dampened curls.
âBedroom,â you whimpered between heated kisses, already tugging at the buttons of his button up. âNow.â
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Charles needed no further encouragement, sweeping you up into his arms in one fluid motion. You let out a squeal of surprise that quickly morphs into breathless laughter as he carries you down the hallway. Kicking open the bedroom door, he deposits you onto the luxuriously soft mattress before stretching out beside you, propped up on one elbow.
âYou are so beautiful, mon chĂ©rie,â he husks, trailing a line of scorching kisses along your jawline. âMy perfect girl.â Â
âAnd youâre an overachiever,â you tease, smoothing the crinkles from his furrowed brow with gentle fingers. âWinning your home race. Proposing at the principality dinner. What more could a you ever want?â
Charles let out a low chuckle, capturing your wandering hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. âJust you. Itâs always you.â
You felt your cheeks warming at his words, the sheer intensity of his forest-eyed gaze. Even after all this time, he still had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world. Sliding one hand around the back of his neck, you pull him down for a long, smoldering kiss.
âI love you,â you whisper against his lips between heated caresses. âMy champion. Mon fiancĂ©.â
He lets out a low groan, deepening the kiss until youâre both dizzily breathless and straining against each other with a rising tide of desire. His clever fingers are already making quick work of the buttons on your dress, pushing the satiny fabric off your shoulders in one smooth motion. Â
You arch against him with a soft moan as his lips blaze a path over your collarbones, dancing lower to the hollow of your throat. Every brush of his mouth against your tingling skin has heat unfurling low in your belly.Â
âOff,â you demand impatiently, tugging at the stubborn zipper of his pants until he finally kicks off the sweat-dampened fabric. His skin is feverishly hot to the touch, the lean muscles of his back rippling under your stroking palms as he settles over you.
Another breathless giggle escapes your lips as he nuzzles along the sensitive curve of your neck, whispering a stream of endearments. âYou are insatiable.â
âOnly for you, mon coeur,â he rumbles, amusement dancing in the depths of those enchanting eyes as he props himself up on his forearms to gaze down at you adoringly. âMy everything. Ma vie.â
His mouth covers yours again in a long, drugging kiss that has your toes curling against the soft sheets. You lose yourself in the velvet glide of his tongue, the addictive taste of him, the delicious weight of his body pinning you to the mattress. Every nerve ending feels electrified by his scorching touch, every brush of skin against skin lighting up new sparks of longing.
When you finally break apart to catch your breath, Charles presses his forehead to yours with a contented sigh. âWhat did I do to deserve you, mon ange?â
Cradling his face in your hands, you meet his intense gaze steadily. âYou won my love. Every single ounce of it.â
His smile is radiant, lighting up the room more brilliantly than a thousand racing spotlights as he leans in to capture your lips again. This time the kiss is softer, more tender â a communion between two souls completely lost in each other. He let his hand trail up your forearm and settled in in your palm.Â
Your ring, that you had put back on in the car, felt cold against his fingers. He shivered at the feeling. You were his for the rest of his life.Â
You and he lost all track of time in that blissful tangle of limbs, trading fevered caresses and breathless whispers of adoration. When climax was finally reached between the two of you, you let yourself bask in the pants coming from yours and his lips.Â
Charles watched as you slightly winced as he pulled out, gently comforting you with sweet words. He quickly got up to grab a towel from the bathroom, wetting it with some water before going back to bed. Charles let his eyes gaze over your form, still coming down from the high.Â
When he didnât make any moves to get closer, you turned your head and sleepily smiled at him, arms reaching out. It was only then that Charles walked back over to the bed. He quickly wiped you down, and then himself before grabbing the duvet at the edge of the bed.Â
You hummed lazily when the fluffy blanket was draped over your body. You scooted over and laid your head on his chest.Â
âWelcome home, Charles. Youâre finally home. Je tâaime.âÂ
Home, to him, would never be a place anymore. Because why would he need a place, when he could hold his home, his world, right in his arms.Â
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THE AFTER MATH / OSCAR PIASTRI
oscar piastri x gf reader / SMAU FIC
SUMMARY / the after math of oscarâs first win
FACE CLAIM / dea reçica
WARNINGS/ like one or two hate comments and some light âbullyingâ in the comments towards oscar
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WIN ONE WIN ME â L.HS
SYNOPSIS: who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.
PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!heeseung x afab!reader
GENRE: strangers to lovers, college sports au, romance
WARNING(S): profanities, violence (fight), suggestive content (no smut), heeseung is a retired fuckboy turned good + y/n is a party goer, drinking, partying, jake being a footballer aka a soccer player ( NOT american football )
WC: 14k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: aaaa it's finally here ! hope y'all enjoyed it and PLEASE let me know how it was, give me some feedbacks and thoughts, it's been A LONGG WHILE since i've been writing so i'm worried i'll be crusty. anyway, enjoy !
part 1 of 'no competition' series | series masterlist | masterlist
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âI'M SO NOT HAVING FUN ANYMORE,â
Friday nights were always preoccupied by hockey and hockey only. It has never changed ever since Yunjin, your best friend, gave you an introduction to the schoolâs ice hockey team. Being the massive sports fan you were, you obviously got hooked on watching their games live. But there were downsides to being a fan which includes witnessing the team losing.
You swore you were already in a foul mood that day, courtesy to your professor and shitty customers, you found yourself seeking solace in the hockey game, which turned sour almost instantly. Just your luck for the day, huh?
âItâs just the first period, Y/N,â Yunjin sighed, glancing up at the jumbotron, wincing a little at the scoreline. They were currently 3 goals down and Yunjin's reassurance didn't help at all.
âI suppose so,â you replied glumly.
The second period rolled by in a flash, but there wasnât much of a positive outcome either. The team managed to score two goals, but the opponents out performed them and scored one more goal, continuing their lead.
You groaned loudly, along with many other disappointed students. 15 minutes of intermission ended rather quickly, bringing everyone back to reality.
âOh come on, score already!â you shouted out in irritation, stirring other students to yell out in agreement as well.
The game was going slow and your patience was eventually growing thin. The clock was ticking, meaning the game was about to end soon with the team losing tragically. You shook your head in defeat, wrapping an arm around Yunjinâs shoulder and placing the other on your hip.
âFor fuckâs sake, score already, idiots!â you yelled out.
Just when you did so, someone skated by, his head turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for only a brief second before disappearing into a sea of hockey players. You blinked. Did that just happen? You whipped your head to find Yunjin staring back at you, as if asking the same question.
âDidââ
âThatââ
The two of you paused.
âYeah,â you both said in unison, returning your attention back to the game.
As expected, the game unfortunately ended with a defeat for the home team. You and Yunjin decided to leave the arena immediately since it was already getting late, but you two also made sure to have a quick stop at the cafeteria to get some pizza before continuing the journey back to the dorms.
âI heard someoneâs throwing a party soon,â Yunjin said through a mouth full of pepperoni pizza.
âWho is that âsomeoneâ?â you wiped your hand clean of pizza grease, then threw yourself on Yunjinâs bed, causing her to let out a grunt.
âThat made me choke and I wouldâve died. I donât want my cause of death to be something related to pizza,â she grumbled, closing the pizza lid and taking the napkin you handed her.
âI thought you loved pizza?â you blinked innocently, flashing her your best smile and she threw you a dirty look.
âThink we got a little side tracked,â Yunjin mumbled thoughtfully. âIf Iâm not wrong, it was by one of those football chads? Was it Jake?â
âJake might play football but heâs so not a chad,â you argued, unknowingly defending said boy.
Jake sim was, in fact, another popular athlete in your school who unsurprisingly turned out to be another playboy. You remembered the small heartbreak you had when you discovered his true identity, secretly wishing he was like any other non-fuckboy guy in the campus. But lifeâs unfair sometimes and somehow, that didnât stop you from being acquainted with that golden retriever-like boy.
âYouâre only saying that because he gives you free booze and free passes to football games,â Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you and you feigned ignorance. âAnyway, I think itâs that Yeonjun guy whoâs throwing that party. Heâs that rich kid, remember?â
âYeah, I do. I saw him multiple times at games,â
âDidnât he flirt with you?â
âCorrection, he tried. Luckily Jake was there to stop him or else I wouldâve given him a black eye,â you frowned.
âWouldâve loved to see that happen,â Yunjin shrugged while you narrowed your eyes at her.
âYouâre praying on my downfall,â
âNever. Also, are we going to talk about that hockey player staring deeply into your soul just now?â
You rolled your eyes at her words. âI donât think I would count 2 seconds anythingââ
âOf course it does! Have you seen those love at first sight tropes in romcoms?â
âI think you watched too many of them, Jen,â you squeezed her cheek and she slapped your hand, deadpanning at you. âWho is he anyway?â
âIf Iâm not wrong, heâs number one, Lee Heeseung, the captain. I think heâs in your English class too? Ring a bell?â Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you.
âI think I do remember him. Heâs the one with fangirls lining outside, right?â Yunjin nodded at your words and you laughed, thinking back to the time where your professor had to chase a group of girls away before class started. Why? Because of Lee Heeseungâs sheer presence.
âLetâs not forget his messy hookups. Yikes,â Yunjin shuddered at the thought, suddenly rubbing her chin with a small frown. âDonât you think weâre a bit uneducated when it comes to their players?â
âI mean,â you hummed, nodding a little. âI guess youâre right, weâre always there for the game and some beers and we barely bothered to find out which player is which,â
âWe should pull up their Instagram profiles next game,â Yunjin suggested with a wink.
âOh, I think youâll definitely be on it,â
âObviously,â Yunjin smirked. âAnyway, up for a facemask?â
You huffed, a small smile appearing on your face. âYou know I wouldnât say no to that.â
âTHIS IS SUCH A TYPICAL CHAD THROWN KIND OF PARTY,â
You found yourself complaining once more as you and Yunjin entered a big house. The living room was basically filled to the brim, along with loud music booming throughout the room and the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils, this was pure hell. You turned to look at your best friend, silently cursing at her for bringing you here. Yunjin gave you her typical shrug as though she had read your thoughts, dragging you away from the vicinity.
"It's Yeonjun, what did you expect," Yunjin hissed, taking you further into the house.
"I also canât believe you put me in this slutty dress,â you groaned. At this point, you were practically pulling your dress down every ten seconds from the way it kept riding up and you started getting beyond irritated by it.
âIf not, youâll turn up in your casual crop tops and denim shorts,â she shook her head in disapproval. âI canât let that happen, not when there's rich guys here,â
"I'm here for a party, not to choose my next rich bachelor," you said in distaste, the last thing you wanted was a frat boy. âSo, what are we going to do now?â you asked, holding tightly onto Yunjinâs hand as if your life depended on it.
âEnjoy ourselves, duh? Iâll go get some drinks. Sprite for you?â
You nodded, a little bummed out that you were missing out on some good booze since somebody, aka you, had to be responsible and drive back to the dorms without risking getting pulled over. You were already a broke college student, a fine would definitely not help your case.
Now here you are, stuck helplessly in the middle of a party with people you donât know. Great. You thought about the possibilities that could've been if you decided to stay at home instead of leaning against a wall in a skimpy black dress and it had you groaning internally.
It was then the universe had heard your pleas of boredom and decided on some âfunâ, except that âfunâ consisted of someoneâs back bumping into you and their drink splattering all over onto your dress. You jumped in surprise and the boy who was practically pushed onto you had let out a small âoofâ before fully realising what he had done.
âIâm so sorry,â he placed his cup aside and picked up some napkins from a table nearby. For a split moment, he was about to wipe your dress, then he paused, turning flustered when he realised what he was about to do, and instead, handed the napkins to you.
You gently dabbed the napkins on your soaked dress, a frown on your face as you felt the sticky substance stick to your skin uncomfortably. âItâs fine, you didnât mean it anyway,â
You looked up from your dress, finally meeting his eyes. He blinked, seemingly trying to register who you were.
âItâs ⊠you,â
âMe?â you pointed at yourself, a little dumbfounded at his words.
âI didnât expect you to be here,â
Thatâs when it hit you. The very same eyes that stared back at you during the hockey game, the one that Yunjin had told you about. âLee Heeseung?â
He resembled a bambi, his large innocent brown eyes gazing back at you, a look of curiosity behind them. He had a tall stature, his hair covering his forehead and it was styled plainly, not to mention his loosely buttoned up shirt clinging comfortably onto his frame. Now you understand why Yunjin said he has fangirls, you were shamefully about to be one too.
âYeah ⊠thatâs me. What about you? Whyâre you here?â
âDo you ⊠recognize me?â you cringed a little at the memory of you practically cussing his team out, praying he would somehow forget it all.
âHow could I not? Youâre from English right? Shakespeare presentation, eh?â Heeseung recalled and you nodded, impressed that he remembered something from so long before, but most importantly, he remembered you.
âBut of course, how could I forget, youâre also the person cussing us out on Friday too. Iâm charmed, actually,â he chuckled nonchalantly as though it was nothing, but you, on the other hand, panicked a little and eyes only widened in a mix of horror and embarrassment.
Heeseung seemed to notice the panic in your eyes, waving his hands in reassurance. âDonât worry though, I thought it was funny,â At his words, your shoulders relaxed, breathing out a sigh of relief.
You let out a nervous laugh. âYou guys did your best. Thereâs always a next time,â
âRight,â he nodded, then averted his gaze back to your dress, instantly coming back to reality as he remembered the current problem in front of his face. He removed his jacket in a flash, carefully placing it over your shoulders. The sudden proximity had you gasping quietly, the waft of his cologne infiltrating your senses.
He was close, so so agonisingly close. A wave of shock passed through your body as you felt his gentle touch, almost feather-like as it lasted only just a second, but now with his hugging your body, you could finally breathe an air of comfort once warmth engulfed you.
âSorry about your dress,â he pulled away, flashing you a genuine apologetic smile. âI thought the least I could do was give you my jacket,â
âNo worries, you didn't do it on purpose anyway, itâs not your fault,â you assured him, being a little self aware that numerous wandering eyes were now on you and the campusâ popular hockey team captain. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
âActually,â Heeseung started, âI can borrow one of my friendâs shirts so that you can change? I donât think itâs a good idea walking around like that, plus my friend lives in this frat house anyway,â
âIf you insist,â you gave in, not wanting to reject his help as he seemed so keen.
You silently followed Heeseung through the crowd of bodies, trying your hardest to not get swallowed with the way people were shoving around. Heeseung noticed you lagging behind and smoothly took hold of your hand, pulling you closer to him. You didnât say much, letting him guide you up the stairs into someoneâs room.
You glanced around the room. From the way it was decorated with random posters, sports magazines stacked on the bedside table and dirty clothes littered the floor, you were instantly convinced that this room belonged to a frat boy.
Heeseung surprisingly continued to keep his hand in yours, using the other to dig through a pile of clothes until he found an oversize shirt and a pair of pants. âHere,â he handed you the clothes, finally letting go of your hand, stepping away with his hands in his pockets. âI think all the bathroomâs full so itâs best to just change here,â
âYou think so?â
âI know so, Iâll leave it up to your imagination to think about whatever that happens in there,â
âRight âŠâ you faltered at his comment, the two of you remained staring at one another. Thatâs when you cleared your throat, fumbling with your clothes. âI would appreciate it if you turned around ⊠unless you want a show?â
âFor free? I can't say no, can I?â
âYou wish. Now turn around,â
Heeseung shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face as he threw his hands up in defence and faced away. You stood behind him, cheeks flared while you practically yanked your skimpy black dress off. Yunjin would not be happy knowing sheâll have to do laundry.
You reached over to the back of your dress, practically yanking forcefully onto the zip that was unwilling to budge even for a bit. God, why me? Why now? Internally conflicted, you didnât know whether to bear the shame and ask Heeseung for help or to just stay silent. But to your luck, the zip was stuck no matter how you pulled it.
âHeeseung?â
He hummed in response.
âI need your help,â you swallowed, trying your best to not shrivel up and dig a grave in that moment. âMy zip is stuck.â
Momentary silence filled the air. It seemed Heeseung, too, was having some internal conflict. In a second, you heard shuffling behind you, feeling the warmth of his body close as his fingers reached for your zip, his other hand on your waist. You felt his fingertips grazing against your bare skin as he dragged the zipper down, hearing a faint gulp from him. You squeezed your eyes shut, swearing to never come to parties again.
âYouâre good to go,â he whispered, coughing awkwardly.
âThanks,â you met his eyes in the reflection of the small mirror placed on top of a dresser in front of you. Realisation seemed to hit him and he averted his gaze, taking a look around the room instead.
You practically yanked the dress off, pulling the shirt over your head and the pants on, stumbling a little from the sudden hit of nervousness. Could it be his presence that made you nervous? You hated this feeling.
âIâm done,â you declared, suddenly feeling the tension in the air.
âSo, I can look now?â Heeseung joked and you rolled your eyes, but smiled at him.
âKeep your eyes closed forever then,â you bumped his shoulder, sitting down on the bed.
âShould we stay here instead?â he suggested and you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, to which he scoffed. âOf course no funny business, who do you think I am?â
âPlayboy Lee Heeseung, no?â
He groaned. âThatâs what people think of me even though itâs completely false,â
âYou do have fangirls, donât you?â
âBut I donât date them, do I?â he retorted. âI donât even go to parties much these days, coach has been up my ass,â
âSucks to be you,â
Heeseung scoffed, turning to look at you with a question in mind. âYouâre a big hockey fan?â
âEver since I was a kid. Why?â
âI notice youâre always there every game night with your friend,â
âSo, Iâve caught your attention?â
âA pretty girl like you surely wouldnât go unnoticed in my eyes,â he was close now, a challenging glint in his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips from time to time.
âYouâre funny, Hee,â you couldnât resist smiling.
âHow can I make it up to you?â his eyes met yours, a sly grin on his face. âAbout your dress, I mean,â
You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, knowing damn well what lies in his words. Maybe he was just like every other campus athlete, but at that moment, you didnât seem to care, your interest only increasing and you couldnât tell if this was his plan all along.
You thought about his question for a moment, pursing your lip. âHow about you win the next game? I think thatâll help a lot,â
Heeseung nodded thoughtfully. âIf I do, can I get your number too?â
âWhy not?â
âShall this be a deal?â he smirked, ready for a challenge.
âSure,â you shrugged nonchalantly.
âIâll win the next one, just you wait,â Heeseung's words were filled with utter determination and confidence. He was definitely ready to tell you 'told you so' and prove you wrong.
âWell, Iâll be waiting,â you glanced down at your phone, noticing over ten messages from Yunjin. Shit. âThe clockâs ticking and I need to go. See you, captain,â
âWait,â he caught hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to look at him, a big question mark written over your expression, anticipating his next words. âCan I at least know what your name is?â
You grinned. âItâs Y/N,â
"Get ready with your phone number, Y/N. I'll be looking out for you at the next game. Keep the jacket too," he winked and you waved a small goodbye, exiting out the door and dashed down the stairs with your dirty clothes in hand, wearing Heeseung's jacket, completely unaware how quick your heart was beating.
When you spotted Yunjin, you practically fell into her arms as she started ranting about why you shouldnât run away without her knowledge, but all of it eventually drowned out into white noise. The only thing you could think of suddenly was Heeseung. Lee fucking Heeseung.
"Y/N," she sang out your name, tapping your head to catch your attention. âWhy are you in a different outfit? You got laid didnât you?â she gasped and you slapped her arm.
âHeeseung spilled a drink on me and took me to his friendâs room to change, thatâs all,â
âHeeseung?â she gasped again, a teasing grin slowly forming and you knew that trouble was in that mind of hers. âYou and him didnât smoochy smooch ⊠right?â
âWeâre not there yet, hello?â
âThereâs something called a hook up, you hopeless romantic,â Yunjin shook her head. âThis sounds like the start of a hockey romance based on the books I've read," she squealed and you only sighed.
"Please read some self help books too,"
"Never," she huffed, leaning in and dropping her voice so that only the two of you could hear what she was about to say. "What did you two talk about? A private hook up after games? We need some spice in your hockey romance plot!"
"Oh my god, I rather drown than fuck that man. You do realise he has fangirls chasing after him? They'll choke me in my sleep if I slept with him,"
Yunjin wrapped her arm around you. "I'll choke you first if you don't bag that man. He's tall, hockey captain, hot most importantly," she winked. "One down part is that I'm pretty sure he used to fuck around quite a lot too. But then a messy hook up traumatised him,"
"How so?"
"She was crazy from what I heard. That's why no fangirls will come at you for revenge, they know he's a whore, but they'll just line up instead," she led you out to a flight of stairs, where there were some questionable couples making out, but that didn't stop you and Yunjin from sitting on the landing.
"Totally not a red flag," you said sarcastically. "I don't know how to feel about him. He was nice, quite flirty. Maybe he's like those Wattpad cliches where he's actually a nice guy?" You said, sipping onto the drink Yunjin got you.
"Who knows? Judging from the past rumours I've heard here and there, he definitely was a manwhore, but heâs also a sweet and genuine one," Yunjin clicked her tongue. "I did hear he's quite a sweetheart aside from his fuckboy tendencies."
"A manwhore with a kind heart! Just my type!" You clapped your hands and Yunjin chuckled at your comment. âAnyway, I swore I'm done with hockey boys a long time ago. I don't want to like him,"
Ice hockey has always been one of your favourite sports, but hockey boys? They were a whole different story for you. A core memory from highschool that you wished to never revisit was the fact that you had your heart broken by a hockey boy. He was considered your first love, a best friend, that ended up breaking your trust.
"This is why you should date a footballer,"
You snapped out of your momentary daze, looking up to meet Jake Simâs eyes.
âPresent to me a perfect candidate then,â Yunjin crossed her arms, frowning at Jake. She wasn't a big fan of him, considering his notorious playboy tendencies, but over time he did gradually warm up to her.
"Me!"
"I'll rip your head off first before you get a chance with Y/N,"
"Ouch,"
You and Yunjin shared a look, then burst out laughing.
"What's up, Sim? Do you have something for me?" You questioned Jake, wondering what his purpose was for his sudden appearance.
"Nothing, I'm just bored," he said plainly, though you and Yunjin were a little unconvinced.
"Okay? Any games coming up?"
"It's currently a short break for us. I'm glad or else my legs will snap in half soon," Jake pouted, resembling a puppy, which you couldn't help but find endearing. "You should totally come and learn to kick some footballs soon. Jake Sim is always up for some training," he winked.
"I'll be the next running candidate to take over Messi, right?" Yunjin joked and you nudged her side, giggling.
"Only if you learn at Jake Sim's personal training," he shrugged, a small smirk on his face. "Anyway, I really want to watch the hockey team and I heard you guys were regulars. Mind if I join?"
You raised an eyebrow at Yunjin, shooting her a wordless question. Yunjin scrunched her nose, thinking for a moment before shrugging. All while that was happening, Jake was just standing there staring, a little unimpressed.
"Hello? I don't appreciate this mind linking conversation that I'm not a part of," he placed his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side.
"Alright, sorry," Yunjin mumbled.
"Fine, you can tag along," you said, watching the boy before you grin.
"Let's go!"
"IS IT NORMAL TO BE FREEZING COLD HERE?"
Jake had his arms around himself, shivering slightly even though he was already in layers. You and Yunjin followed the boy to your seats as he marvelled at the size of the rink.
"I barely watch hockey games, I'm more of a summer sports kinda guy," he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Well, it's just your lucky day, you'll be witnessing a win too," Yunjin winked, passing you a knowing glance.
"How do you know?"
"Team captain over thereâ" Yunjin nodded over at Heeseung, who was practising on the rink with the team, looking good as always, which only further annoyed you. "âmade a deal with Y/N. I'm sure his determination will mix well with his competitiveness,"
Yunjin glanced over at you, a small smirk on her face. "And here he comes," she sang and you whipped your head just in time to meet his eyes.
Heeseung skated over, a small smile on his face. You felt Yunjin nudging your side in excitement and you slapped her hands away, ignoring her giddy expression and you returned a lopsided smile to Heeseung.
âY/N!â you managed to hear his muffled voice through the glass, which he tapped on a couple times to get your full attention.
âIâm going to score one for you tonight,â you were surprised with the determined glint in his eyes, proving Yunjin's statement immediately, and after a quick wave from him, he skated away to join his team, preparing for the game to start.
Jake whistled, fanning himself. âI definitely felt the tension.â
âShut up.â
The second period ended with a draw, both teams were not willing to back down for just a little, even creating small brawls on ice from time to time, causing the tension to be heightened. The third period was equally heart stopping and gut twisting. You had to occasionally grip Yunjin's arm whenever there was a close chance to score.
There was a sudden switch in the atmosphere, the home team had dominated possession of the puck, the blades of their skates working overtime trying to reach the other end to the opponentâs goal post. One hit after another, the puck travelled from one playerâs hockey stick to another, until it reached star player Park Sunghoon, who had defenders swarming him and it left him no choice but to pass to his captain, Lee Heeseung.
With one swift hit to the oncoming puck from Sunghoon, it shot into the back of the net, leaving the goalie absolutely defenceless. The arena erupted with shouts and cheers, not expecting the sudden turnover from their home team, the speakers were blaring music, followed by announcing Heeseungâs name, which was welcomed with deafening screams. Shamelessly, you, Jake and Yunjin were part of the screams, clapping and jumping.
The team jumped onto Heeseung, but somehow, he escaped them all and started skating towards your direction, pointing his stick at you and shooting a wink. 'For you' he mouthed slyly at you before rejoining his teammates.
âSee, I told you Heeseung will win it for Y/N,â Yunjin said, seemingly pleased.
âMVP,â Jake clapped, a shocked expression on his face.
You, on the other hand, were trying to digest everything that just happened. The moment where he dedicated the goal to you had you unintentionally blushing, realising a sudden change in feelings. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldnât be so bad if you gave him a chance. Countless thoughts swarmed your head even until the end of the game.
Now, here you were, waiting for Heeseung at the parking lot, your friends peeking in the car from a distance.
Yunjin shot you an encouraging thumbs up while Jake only laughed at Yunjinâs efforts. You glared at them, waving them off and you reciprocated back with a middle finger. Thatâs when you heard a rough cough behind you. Fuck.
âY/N?â
You turned around slowly, looking as though you were just caught in the middle of commiting something you're not supposed to. âHeeseung,â you laughed nervously. "Congrats on the game! You played well,â
âThank you,â Heeseung grinned. âIâm glad you came. I mean, you always do, what am I even saying?â he rambled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
You couldn't help laughing, finding the way he got nervous was cute. He was cute too. Undeniable. "That was a nice goal by the way,"
"Well, I did say I wanted to score one specifically for you. I'm a man of my words, you know?" He chuckled, getting shy eventually. "I'm glad you liked it though,"
"Of course I did," you gave him a small smile, fidgeting your fingers slightly.
He straightened up, regaining his composure. âSo ⊠our deal,â
âYouâre lucky I like you enough to actually stick to it,â you grumbled, shoving your hand into your pocket to dig out the piece of paper.
âYou like me, huh?â
âNot in that way yet,â
ââYetâ. So I do have a chance. Iâm happy to know,â
âDo you want my number or a black eye?â you threatened rather unseriously, a teasing tone laced in your words.
âIâd prefer a kiss, but your number shall do for now,â he grabbed the small note from your hand, unwrapping it to find a candy in it. âApple flavoured, what a nice surprise,â he mumbled under his breath.
âYouâre cute, you truly have a way to my heart huh?â he looked up from the candy, storing away your number safely into his pocket.
You caught yourself speechless from his words. On average, you were typically unfazed by these comments. Countless boys had tried them on you and all of them turned out to feel icky instead of making you kick your feet, giggling. But this time, Heeseung proved you wrong.
"Coming from Lee Heeseung himself, should I be flattered?" You tried your best to stay nonchalant, keeping your heart rate down as much as you can.
"I don't know? You tell me," Heeseung leaned down, his face close to you now, making you slowly grow flustered.
"Count me a little flattered," you took the clothes from the other night from your bag, pushing it into Heeseung's hands, catching him off guard. "Here, relay my thanks to your friend,"
"Only to my friend? What about me?" Heeseung crossed his arms, staring accusingly at you.
"My number already counts as a âthanksâ, doesnât it?"
Heeseung narrowed his eyes at you, a smile itching at the corner of his lips. âNot enough. A date might suffice,â
âYou are demanding, Lee Heeseung,â you huffed, but not rejecting his suggestion either.
âIâll text you, pretty girl. I have a plan in mind, so you better clear your schedules,â
âAlright, captain.â
âFOR ONCE, I DON'T REGRET COMING TO A PARTY YOU SELECTED,â
Youâve always avoided frat parties, specifically frat boys, but this time, Yunjin managed to accomplish the unexpected by convincing you to a frat party. You had to admit, there was a small motive behind your agreement, which was to visit the richest frat house on the campus. Free expensive booze, a big pool, big everything, it was definitely going to be more than a party. All you had to do was avoid the frat boys and your night shall be made.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Yunjin snapped, but you were too busy checking out the vicinity to listen to her grumbles.
âThey have a huge ass yard and pool,â you whispered to Yunjin, weaving through the growing crowd. The house was too extravagant, even the air in there seemed richer. The tiles were completely marbled, there were stairs leading up to almost four floors. You wondered how it was even owned by a frat.
âThis is a rich frat, what did you expect?â
âTouche.â
You and Yunjin didnât bother waiting for a second before taking some pregame shots. The vodka burned your throat, making you wince a little, but it didn't stop you from more. The moment Jake found the two of you, it was already clear you were already on the way to being completely shit-faced.
"Oh come on, you already started without me?" Jake whined, downing two shots of vodka straight.
"Couldn't resist," Yunjin pressed her lips into a thin line, shrugging slightly.
"Also, did you guys hear?" Jake leaned in, dropping his voice. "The hockey team from our rival school is coming to this party,"
"What?" You hissed, frowning slightly. "Who invited their asses?"
"I don't know," Jake shrugged, picking up another glass of alcohol from a tray.
"Speaking of hockey," Yunjin cleared her throat, passing you a knowing smirk. "Aren't you going to find Heeseung?"
"Iâwhy would I?" You stammard, avoiding Yunjin's piercing gaze.
"He's clearly into you. Didn't you see him pulling that stunt that day? Scoring a goal for you and winning just for your number? That's the most commitment I've seen from him or just any man in general,"
"Hear hear," Jake raised his glass in agreement, then proceeded to down it without a second thought.
"I'll see what happens tonight," you said, but your eyes decided to go against you, unconsciously scanning the room hoping to see him.
"Tonight will be full of opportunities," Yunjin marvelled, throwing her arm around your shoulder and winking. "If you know what I mean," she whispered.
"The first you'll see is me getting drunk, not getting laid," you let out an exasperated sigh, pursing your lips and pausing as something caught your eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, instantly noticing a group of guys filing into the room. They must be the rival team Jake had mentioned.
âMust be them,â Yunjin pointed out, taking a big gulp from her cup. Jake whipped his head around, scanning the group of guys that were yelling loudly, dabbing up one another and seemingly unlikeable as a whole.
He made a sour expression. âGreat, hockey jocks,â
âAs though your group of football guys are any better,â Yunjin quipped, only earning a sharp glare from Jake and he cleared his throat, gaze focused on a specific person.
âThat guy there must be their captain,â he nodded at the group and you had to squint your eyes to see who Jake had his attention trained at. Almost immediately, your smile dropped, along with your heart. It was him.
You froze the moment your eyes landed on a tall figure, it definitely was him. He stood out from the rest, being the taller and bulkier one with messy hair and undeniable charm from the way he was already surrounded by different girls. Yup, thatâs 100% Matthew, your high school lover, the hockey boy that traumatised your love life.
âOh fuck me,â you cursed under your breath, the other two turning to stare at you.
âYou want to fuck him?â Jake shrieked in surprise and Yunjin slapped the back of his head, causing the boy to hiss in pain, silently cursing.
âNo, dipshit. Thatâs her âŠâ she glanced at you and you nodded, giving her a green flag to continue, âex.â
âHim? Matthew Son? Your ex?â Jake was flabbergasted, panning back and forth between your ex and you.
âUnfortunately. High school ex, to be exact,â you grumbled, pushing away the ill thoughts and bitter feelings that lingered for Mathew. You were a new person, you were never someone to be stuck in the past, you werenât about to be affected by him. Never.
âI might need more drinks,â you rubbed the side of your head, slipping away before the other two could even say anything. Though the voice in your head was constantly affirming that his presence wasnât affecting you, you still couldnât help feeling unnerved. Seeing him was unnerving too.
The kitchen was unsurprisingly glamorous and the space was huge. Everything in there screamed fancy and expensive. The counter was made from marble, cupboards were also probably made from high quality wood and the wide variety of food in there could literally make it resemble a grocery store. Best of yet, you had it all to yourself. For once, your ex made himself useful enough by helping you attract everyone to the main room.
You spotted some leftover bottles of gin and decided to give your bartender skills some try. It wasnât your first rodeo thanks to Yunjin. Ever since she started bringing you to parties and being someone whoâs easily impressed, you found yourself learning some tips and tricks on how to mix drinks from a rando in a party one day. Soon, it became your favourite party activity.
It was quite peaceful being all by yourself. The songs playing on the speakers reverberated across the house, but you didnât mind it as you mixed a concoction of gin and juice on the counter, praying it would turn out fine.
âYouâre here?â
You turned around at the sound of the voice, almost toppling over your glass in shock, but the moment you met a familiar set of doe eyes, you released a breath of relief, your heart unknowingly beating faster.
âYouâre here too? I thought no parties for Mr Hockey?â you leaned back onto the counter as he walked to your side.
âThought Iâd give myself an off day after yesterdayâs win,â Heeseung shrugged, glancing at you from time to time. âSurprisingly, I always see you at every party I go to,â
âI was dragged to every said party by force,â you thought of the she-devil, Yunjin, who somehow successfully convinced you to attend every party with her. âDo you want a drink?â you offered, nodding towards your half made drink.
âYouâre making them?â Heeseung eyed the bottles.
âI am a woman of many talents,â you said smugly, continuing your drink mixing, feeling Heeseungâs piercing stare on you.
âA woman who wouldnât poison me right?â he peeked over your shoulder, closing in on your face, his body only inches away from yours till the point where you could feel the heat radiating off him. Lee Heeseung definitely knew what he was doing.
âYouâre doubting my abilities now then?â you kept your cool, pouring alcohol into a new glass for Heeseung.
He smiled. âJust trying to make sure,â he murmured into your ears and you could tell he was enjoying teasing you. Sly fucker.
âNo promises,â your voice came out in a whisper, turning a little to the side to meet his pair of bambi eyes and your breath hitched suddenly upon realising how close the two of you were, you were only an inch apart from touching each otherâs noses. You were scared to move even the slightest, shying gradually from his eyes sweeping your features.
âWhat if I said I wanted to kiss you,â
You scoffed, growing immune to his charms. âI thought you were a gentleman, Lee? No candlelit dinner first?â
He cracked a grin, chuckling slightly. âSometimes I skip that part and jump to dessert first,â he winked and you rolled your eyes, pushing his face away and he burst out laughing. âIâm playing with you. Iâm obviously a gentleman, canât you tell?â
You hummed, raising an eyebrow at him in scepticism. âI canât.â
âYou love breaking my heart, Y/N. Iâm hurt,â he frowns, feigning innocence as he laid his head on your shoulder, clutching at his chest and you found yourself smiling unknowingly at his dramatics.
You decided to play along, patting Heeseungâs head in so called âcomfortâ. âOh, what can I do to fix your broken heart, Heeseung?â you exclaimed.
âCome to Jayâs birthday party with me?â he stared up at you with pleading eyes. Those bambi eyes will eventually be the death of you.
"Why?"
You've heard of Jay Park one too many times. From the campus cafes to the local club, he was everywhere, and you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He was another one of the popular hockey players from Heeseung's team which you've seen at almost every party you attended ever since your first year.
Yunjin told you only one thing upon seeing Jay Park: "don't meddle with him" and you've stuck to it.
"That's a bold invitation," you considered for a moment, still quite unconvinced. "Isn't it just a bro only party?"
"He's the one asking us to bring a plus one," Heeseung huffed, removing his head from your shoulder, a small pout on his face. "Worse part is that it's in a club,"
"Are you trying to persuade me or dissuade me?"
"What I mean is, I'll be with you there. It's also a VIP lounge given how loaded Jay is and knowing him, he probably rented it out too. Plus, they'll finally get to meet the girl who cussed them out!"
You buried your head into your hands in shame, embarrassment burning your cheeks red. "You can't be serious,"
"Unfortunately, I am. But they'll love you, don't worry, pretty,"
You glared at him while he only returned a cheeky grin back at you. âFine,â you groaned out, ultimately succumbing to his words, unable to deny the effect he had on you. Curse him. âWhen and what time?â
âNext Saturday night,â his grin widened at your words, satisfaction washed over his face. âIâll pick you up at 7?â
âSounds good,â
âThatâs that then,â he glanced over at his shoulders, hearing faint shouts of his name outside of the kitchen and passed you an apologetic smile, as if expressing that it was a shame he couldnât stay longer and you couldnât lie, you wanted him to stay longer. âRemember to send me your address, gorgeous.â he waved his phone in the air before backing away and disappearing out the door.
It was about to be a long week ahead.
âSET ME UP WITH ONE OF THEM, PLEASE. I NEED THE MONEY,â
Saturday, to your dismay, unfortunately and eventually arrived. You didnât know whether to be excited or absolutely dread the party, a certain feeling of anxiety clawing at your insides just when you think about meeting new people. Yunjin could only roll her eyes at you as she added more eyeshadow.
âIt already sends shivers down my spine thinking that Iâll be speaking to them in person and you expect me to go âhey guys, my friend needs someone to be her sugar daddy, you upâ?â you deadpanned, applying a layer of lip gloss.
âThatâs exactly it,â Yunjin smiled pleasantly and you feigned gagging, making Yunjin laugh and almost poking the mascara wand into your eyes. âAlso, do you consider this a date?â
âHe did say he wanted to take me out, but having him take me to a club as a date? I donât think heâs the sleazy type to do so. I take it as him taking me as his date ⊠like a friendly invite,â
âFriendly invite?â Yunjin exclaimed incredulously, inching closer to check on the details of your makeup. âDid you see the way he looks at you? There's nothing friendly about that, heâs hooked,â
âYouâre giving me false hope, Jen,â you sighed, standing up to change into an outfit Yunjin picked which, in her words,was definitely âlife changing enough to have Heeseung on his kneesâ.
âNot false hope if itâs literally just the truth,â Yunjin shrugged, helping to clasp a necklace around your neck. âCome on, give me a twirl,â she squealed excitedly once you were done struggling balancing on one leg putting on the dress and shoes.
You complied with Yunjinâs request, begrudgingly giving her a small twirl. At the same time, you took the chance to glance down at your dress, satisfied that for once an impulsive purchase benefited you. The dress was a shade of midnight blue, hugging your body tight and showing off your curves in the best way as if it was custom made. All in all, as Yunjin would describe, it was simply âpants droppingâ.
At the âpingâ of your notification, you saw a text from Heeseung saying he had already arrived and your heart jumped. With one swift hug from Yunjin and an âencouragingâ saying along the lines of âhooking upâ and âprotectionâ, you were pushed out of the door and soon into Heeseungâs car.
âHi, pretty girl,â Heeseung greeted, a half smile on his face as his hands rested on the steering wheel. He paused when his eyes landed on your figure, his gaze sweeping you from top to bottom, making you a little self conscious. He whistled under his breath, blinking slowly.
âEyes up here,â you stared pointedly at him, crossing your arms, but you had to admit, you were checking him out shamelessly as well, the smell of his vanilla cologne in the air and his loose button up shirt wasnât helping either.
âMy bad. I was just admiring you. You look pretty,â he turned his attention back to the road, heading to wherever the club was located, just in time to not notice the slight blush to your cheeks.
âReally? You donât look too bad yourself either, Lee,â
âWhy thank you. Iâm flattered,â he shot you a wink and you could only roll your eyes at his antics.
The rest of the conversation continued in a casual flow, making you feel at ease and your anxiety eventually lessened. The jokes he cracked made you laugh and with the way he answered your questions, you knew he wasnât anything like the playboy people made him up to be. As much as you hated to admit, you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Will it hurt you? Maybe.
After Heeseung pulled the car into park, you got out and you were instantly in awe at the exterior of the club. This was in fact a place where rich kids party, judging from the amount of ferraris, mercedes and other luxurious cars parked outside, you made sure to keep yourself away from the snobby rich kids or who knows, Yunjinâs wish might even be granted tonight.
Wordlessly, Heeseung offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers with his, letting him guide you further into the club as you pushed yourself through the crowd, and soon arrived in a large room that was almost the size of someoneâs living room. âYouâre kidding,â you murmured, amazed by the size of the room and the decorations littered across every wall.
âTold you Jay was blessed with money,â he leaned down to whisper in your ear, shooting a sweet smile.
âI should set him up with Yunjin,â you said thoughtlessly and Heeseung chuckled.
âHeâll like that roommate of yours,â
âHeeseung!â
You were interrupted by an approaching figure who was easily recognizable with that head of freshly dyed white hair. Park Sunghoon, another ace of the hockey team. Thanks to Yunjinâs valiant effort in finding every playerâs instagram profile, you were now able to recognise who was who.
âHoon!â Heeseung greeted back, giving his best friend a side hug.
Unfortunately for you, Sunghoon was quick to turn his attention to you instead. âY/N right? Heard many good things about you,â he extended his hand, a sneaky grin on his face.
You accepted his handshake, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his words. âThatâs me,â
âYouâre a regular at the hockey games, how are they?â Sunghoon kept you company now that Heeseung went away to greet the others, but you didnât mind, finding yourself growing comfortable with the Jack Frost look alike.
âDo you wish to listen to my boring five hour analysis on each game?â
âI think it would be longer than five hours,â
âExactly,â you clicked your tongue, then narrowed your eyes in suspicion at him. âPlus, how do you know Iâm a regular? Itâs not like I score front row seats every game,â
Sunghoon glanced around as if searching for anyone whoâs eavesdropping, then he gestured for you to come closer, which you did, though clearly confused. âI think Heeseung will kill me for saying this,â
âWhy?â you whispered back, your smile twisting into a frown. âOh god, is Heeseung a stalker?â
âWhat?â it was Sunghoonâs turn to be utterly confused, staring back at you as though youâre the crazy one. He shook his head. âHeeseung might fool around sometimes but heâs definitely not a stalker or a Ted Bundy wannabe.â
âThank heavens,â you let out a sigh of relief, but Sunghoon definitely wasnât done yet.
âAnyway, what I was about to say was, Heeseung has always paid attention to you, Y/N. English class, hockey games, heâs got sharp eyes, ace for a reason eh? Heâs genuine about you. Believe me, Iâve heard about you since day one, and I mean this in a nice way, but Iâm sick of him constantly talking about you without doing anything at all,â a small grin appeared on Sunghoonâs devilishly handsome features.
âI must admit, he was a player, but I can see heâs changing and I donât think itâll hurt to give him a chance. Heâs a sweetheart, so just donât break his heart, will you?â he glanced behind his shoulders, noticing Heeseung entering the room with one of his teammates and a girl. âHeeseungâs back and I know heâs going to kill me if he finds out. Itâs nice meeting you, Y/N. My dateâs here, see you!â
Sunghoon gave you a small pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving your head in a frenzy state. Lee Heeseung, captain of the hockey team, the schoolâs ace and pride, basically Mr Popular, was into you? Yunjin was going to strangle you in either excitement or surprise when she found out.
âWhat were you guys talking about?â he slithered smoothly to your side, bumping your shoulder gently.
âHockey. Was wondering if he wanted an analysis on each game,â
Heeseung grinned, shaking his head gently. âYouâre a menace,â
There were basically zero chances to be alone together, which you suddenly craved after Sunghoon basically dropped a big bomb on you, till now you still couldnât swallow. Heeseung had you close to his side as he introduced you to each of his teammates and their dates, including the birthday boy Jay, and somehow all of them remembered you from that fateful night on Friday.
âSo, how did you meet our dear Heeseung here?â Jay wiggled his eyebrows, passing you a glass of champagne that probably costs way more than you imagine.
âOh, it was magical, I fell into his arms and he confessed his love for me,â you sighed dreamily, fanning yourself. At your words, Jay nudged you, a wide smile on his face and you waved your hand, stifling your giggles. âKidding, it would totally be a wattpad cliche if that happened. Heâs in my English class and we met at a party,â
âIâm surprised heâs somewhat won you over,â he raised a questionable eyebrow at you. âYou are aware of how he was right? Or are you the type to scream and cry after figuring out his past fuckboy history?â
You gave him an unamused stare. âIf I minded his past, I wouldnât be here anyway. But he does seem like a changed person, Iâve heard stories from my roommate and they were ⊠interesting,â
Jay let out a soft laugh at that. âI can tell heâs serious about you, trust me, heâs the type to not back down when he sets his mind to something. Let his hockey be an example,â he shrugged. âI know my best friend, Y/N. Unless he fucks up then Iâll punch him for you,â
You placed a hand on your chest, a bemused grin lit up your features. âYouâre truly a gentleman, Jay,â
âHey, Iâm supposed to be your gentleman!â Heeseung appeared behind you, his arm thrown around your shoulder. If you could explode right now, you would. The amount of skinship you had with Heeseung was unhealthy and unknowingly, you found yourself succumbing to it each time. âLetâs go to the dancefloor outside? The guys really want to go,â
Now you were in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying your body to the beat of whatever song the DJ was playing and it was nice that it felt like you were in your own world, carelessly and mindlessly dancing to your heartâs content. You were surrounded by the boysâ dates, who youâve found yourself befriending quickly, while Heeseung was nowhere to be seen after dancing for only a few minutes. Rude.
âHi,â you snapped your head to find Jay squeezing through towards you, trying his best to not get his expensive shoe stepped on. âWhereâs Heeseung?â
âThatâs a question Iâd like to ask too. Heâs definitely not with me though. I thought he was with you at first ⊠but I guess not,â you shrugged, frowning slightly as you wondered where that man would have run off to.
âI thought he was with you,â Jay huffed, annoyance clear in his features. âI swear if heâs out there wasted, coach is going toâwaitâŠâ he faltered, his gaze trailed over your head and being naturally curious, you followed his gaze, turning around and from a distance, you couldnât tell what Jay was even looking at, until you pinpoint a familiar someone in a dress shirt you saw not long before.
There he was, sitting at the bar, back facing the dancing floor as he sat close to a girl, whispering into each othersâ ears and laughing. You swore you didnât care, but the heart doesnât lie, you were jealous and it wasnât helping how Sunghoon was just saying Heeseung was serious about you only hours before this. It was comical.
âOh,â Jay said under his breath, taking a big gulp from the glass in his hand.
âYeah, âohâ,â you said flatly, not realising you were practically shooting daggers into the back of Lee Heeseungâs head. Jay let out a small laugh that eventually turned into a cough once he saw you giving him a side eye, an apologetic smile appearing on his face.
âYou know, Y/N, I have a plan,â his smile slowly turned into a smirk and it dawned on you, Park Jong Seongâs gears were in work and you didnât know what youâre about to get yourself into. âDonât give me that look, my plans are the best,â
Your frown deepened, resuming to give Jay a sceptical look as his smile continued to get more playful. Oh you were in for a treat. âWhy donât we make Heeseung ⊠jealous? I mean, it is clear that he likes you, a little push wonât hurt can it?â
âHave you been watching too many romcoms?â you shot him a look of exasperation, noticing the similarity between him and Yunjin. One was already enough, you didn't need two. Jay nudged you softly, wiggling his eyebrows in encouragement for disaster.
âI bet you the moment he sees you with me, heâs going to burst and before you know it, youâll be celebrating your one year anniversaryââ
You held a hand up, silencing Jay before he could continue further. You started chewing on your bottom lip, a small habit of yours, as you found yourself in disbelief once these words left your lips. âFine, why not?â
Jay shot you a wink, closing in on you and you placed a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow. âNo funny business, Jay,â
âYou have no faith in me. Itâs common bro code to not get with your best friendâs girl,â
You let Jay dance close to you, appreciating the fact that he was maintaining a respectful distance to you, setting a clear boundary between the both of you. Contrary to popular beliefs, he might actually seem not too bad. âI feel like Lee Heeseung mightâve been peeking at us,â
âYou think so?â
Jay glanced at the direction of the bar, catching Heeseungâs piercing gaze and he smirked, leaning close to you. âOh, heâs so watching us,â
"You're kidding," you turned around, still moving your body to the music, squinting your eyes to find Heeseung staring back at you, jaw clenched and lips pressed into a flat line, practically glaring daggers into Jay's head.
"You're not," you said mindlessly, hearing Jay burst out laughing behind you, but it all faded to grey as your eyes followed Heeseung's figure disappear behind a corner.
"He's leaving," you spun around, meeting Jay's panicked expression. "I'll go find him,"
"Did our plan work a little too well?"
"Weâll find out soon," you patted Jay's shoulder, whispering a quick thanks before welcoming the challenge of squeezing past sweaty bodies.
You figured Heeseung was heading back to the private room from the looks of where he was going, so you followed his trail around the corner, stumbling slightly and immediately regretting the amount of drinks you had. In the very next moment, you regretted more than just the drinks, you were contemplating your existence.
"Y/N?"
Son Matthew was staring back at your limp figure leaning against the wall for support, a mix of shock and confusion in his face. You, on the other hand, was about to sink into the ground in shame. Being tipsy and struggling to stand was already a moment you would never want anyone to see, let alone your cheating ex.
You cleared your throat, gripping onto the wall to straighten up, avoiding his wandering eyes as much as you could. The awkward tension in the air was palpable, you were aware how rigid the man before you was and you knew he probably didnât think of bumping into you here out of nowhere.
âSoâŠhow are youââ
âSave the small talk please,â you interjected, sighing deeply at the usual post breakup âhow are youâs and awkward catching up.
âLook, I never got to apologise and I know you hate me for itââ
âOf course I do!â you exclaimed, getting heated gradually and the alcohol in your system wasnât helping one bit. âI walked in on you and her in the bedroom and you expect me to stand there to wait for your apology? Itâs the fact that you never bothered to apologise after anyway,â
He looked down in shame, knowing every word you said was true and undeniable, meanwhile his silence only hurt you further. First loves always hurt, and seeing him here again after many years made you realise that you truly deserved way more than a hockey jock like him.
âIâm playing against your schoolâs team next week,â he said weakly, trying to change the subject. Great, another day to dread when it was supposed to be you and your best friendâs day.
âGood luck,â you didnât know what to say, finding yourself in an awkward position. âOr not really,â
Matthew nodded slowly, clearly getting uncomfortable and you were too. âSo, are you talking to someone nowââ
âYeah, she is,â
You felt an arm snaking its way around your shoulder, tensing for a minute until you realised whose voice it was.
âLee Heeseung?â Matthewâs demeanour changed in a flash, suddenly seeming more spiteful and filled with jealousy. This was giving you deja vus of the red flags youâve experienced in your past relationship. It made you feel sick.
âSon Matthew,â Heeseung cooed, eyeing him readily. Heeseung and Matthew had always been somewhat rivals ever since they started playing hockey. Matthew had mentioned a ârivalâ once too many times in the past and lucky you, you were able to piece it together after entering college where youâd watched their teams play against each other once for a cup competition.
âLong time no see,â Heeseung said coolly, a small smirk on his face as he stared back at your ex, whose expression was twisting into a foul look. âReady for the next game?â
At Heeseungâs mocking tone, Matthew scoffed. âYou havenât changed, eh? Still the usual overconfident Lee Heeseung,â
âThey donât call me âaceâ for no reason, right? Hey, I deserve some bragging rights,â you rolled your eyes at Heeseungâs words, which seemed to tick your ex further. He really knows how to rile someone up, doesnât he?
âSee you on the ice,â Matthew grumbled, walking past Heeseung and you, making sure to mumble âjerkâ loud enough for Heeseung to hear, prompting him to let out a laugh as he waved your ex tauntingly goodbye.
âHow friendly,â Heeseung gritted out through a forced smile, his eyebrows furrowed, obviously annoyed but then he turned to you, a quizzical look replacing his previous agitated expression. âHow do you know this guy? Heâs a complete douche,â
âHeâs my ex,â you admitted not so happily, noticing the slight surprise in Heeseungâs face.
âHe wasnât trying to do anything to you right?â Heeseung asked at once, his eyes flashed with worry as they darted around your face to your body. You softened at his words, shaking your head and reaching over to take his hand in yours.
âIâm fine, really. It was really awkward though,â you tried to laugh it off, but in reality you were so ready to dig yourself a grave. âYouâre not wrong, he is a jerk and I donât know what I even saw in him when he literally cheated on me,â
âSpeaks a lot about his character for being so shit off and on ice. Iâm sorry, Y/N, you deserved more than someone like him,â Heeseung squeezed your hand gently, passing you a consoling smile.
âItâs alright, Hee, Iâve gotten over him years ago. I hope you guys beat his ass next game,â you swung his hand lightly, beaming at his presence, but not noticing the fact that he was trying his best to hide a smile.
Heeseung cleared his throat. âIâll trash him for you, Y/N,â
âSounds like another challenge. Iâll take you up on it,â you smirked.
âYou have to stop tormenting me, I swear,â Heeseung sighed wearily at your antics, but he couldnât resist a lopsided grin. âAnyway, where were you even going?â
âTo get a drink,â you blatantly lied through your teeth, unwilling to admit that you were actually looking for him. Thereâs one thing that Yunjin always preached and it was to never let a man know youâre chasing him. In times like this, you were about to listen to her teachings.
âYou had fun dancing with Jay?â Heeseung smoothly brought up, completely having zero intentions of either sugar coating nor hiding his jealousy, and you were stunned by his straightforwardness, a small grin tugging at your lips.
âHe offered me company, so I took up that offer. Someone here was off flirting with someone else, no? I thought you were a gentleman?â you said teasingly, but in secret, you had to admit you were a little upset. Just a little.
Heeseung stared back at you, a look of amusement and deadpan on his face.âI wasnât flirting, Y/N. She was asking what drink I got since it looked funky and being the gentleman I amââ he gave you a smirk and winked, ââ I answered her question, but she couldnât hear me so I had to lean in. Itâs genuinely a misunderstanding from someone elseâs point of view,â
Noticing the slight lingering doubt in your features, he smiled at you reassuringly, throwing his arm around you and started guiding you back to the private room. âYou do know Iâm yours for the night, right? I wonât leave you for someone else. I told you Iâll have you by my side and Iâll stick to it,â
âJust for tonight?â you said curiously, peering up at him.
âWhat are you trying to say, Y/N?â he raised his eyebrow at you quizzically, but you just brushed it off, flushing a little at your own words, meanwhile Heeseung sneaked a small smile after noticing your panicky behaviour.
âLet me take you home,â Heeseung offered, pushing the door open to a room scattered with people here and there, some making out on the couch and some at the corner having small talks. The contrast was certainly there.
âWhat about the whole birthday celebration for Jay? Cake?â
âOh heâs too drunk for that,â Heeseung waved his hand dismissively, as if this was a common occurrence. âSunghoon will help him out, donât worry,â
âIf you say so ⊠then I wonât decline your kind offer,â you furrowed your eyebrows, pursed your lips and stared pointedly at Heeseung. âDid you drink?â
âMocktails, Y/N, mocktails. Iâve been pulled over before and trust me, I want none of that again,â
âBad boy Heeseung ⊠interesting,â you nodded slightly, a mischievous smirk on your face, to which was met with Heeseung unamused laugh.
âIâll dump you here if you call me that again,â he huffed, picking up your jacket and bag.
âWhat happened to being yours for the night?â you said in a sing-song tone, looping your arm around his and pulled him through the door, making sure to wave a half-drunk Jay along the way out.
âMight have to make some adjustments then.â
âMean.â
NEVER IN YOUR DREAMS WOULD YOU EXPECT YUNJIN TO absolutely embarrass Heeseung the moment he dropped you off at your doorstep. But that was exactly what had happened.Â
"Oh Heeseung," Yunjin opened the door with a hand placed on her hip, staring straight at Heeseung with a vague smile.
"Uh ⊠hi?" Heeseung greeted back with uncertainty, panning back and forth between you and your roommate.
"Kissed Y/N yet?"Â
You and Heeseung immediately froze on the spot, blinking in question back at Yunjin, and you swore to yourself that you couldn't take anymore embarrassing moments for the night or else you'll soon be six feet under. You felt heat travelling up to your face and embarrassment crawling onto your skin.
"Well! Goodnight, Heeseung. Thanks for the ride!" you instantly pushed Yunjin back inside, closing the door but just enough for you to peek your head out.
"Don't mind her, she likes to think ⊠outside the box sometimes!" you whispered to him, an apologising half smile on your face and ears burning a scarlet red, which Heeseung mirrored and finally after a last goodbye, he left and you were alone with Yunjin.
"I'll kill you, Huh Yunjin."
"Fuck."
It's been a few days since that interesting exchange and you've already texted Heeseung about it, being able to sigh a breath of relief when he was cool about it and sparing the trouble of chasing Yunjin around. Soon, with the mountain load of work, it was already Friday night hockey in a blink of an eye.
âYou whore! You lying whore," Yunjin hissed, sucking her teeth. "I heard a specific someone is done with hockey boys? Is she in the room with us now?â
You were caught guilty at once, passing Yunjin a dirty look as you pulled Heeseung's jersey over your head. "It just ⊠happened. Oh my God, am I actually in love?"
"Let's not jump to conclusions first, genius," Yunjin poked your forehead. "Do you like him?"
"Yes."
"No hesitation. I've truly lost you to him, huh?"
"You're always my number one, Jen," you rolled your eyes at her antics, picking your stuff up and starting to make your way out to the arena with Yunjin clinging onto your arm.
âBut the problem now is whoâs going to make the move first?â Yunjin hummed, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip.
âIâm hoping he would,â
âWhy don't you do it?â
âThis isnât the first day weâve been friends, Jen,â
âRight âŠâ
Being somebody who's afraid of confrontation, you find yourself stuck in the middle. Currently torn between wondering if you were finally ready for something new and worrying if Heeseung would treat you right. 'He's serious about you' rang in your head from time to time and you couldn't lie, you started reciprocating the interest he had in you over time.
"If you like him, just go for him," Yunjin spoke out of the blue after a moment of silence, as if reading your thoughts and sensing something off. "I'm serious, Y/N. He's a nice, genuine guy, and seeing the way he treats you, you deserve someone that gives you their all,"
"Yunjin I'll cry right now," you stopped in your tracks, pouting at your best friend while she could only laugh, throwing her arms around you and continuing to drag you towards the arena.
"Aren't they playing our rival team today?" Yunjin recalled, frowning a little upon realisation. "That means he's there too, no?"
"Unfortunately," you pressed your lips into a thin line, breathing out slowly. "You do remember me telling you that Heeseung and I bumped into him at the party right?"
âYeah?â
âTheyâre definitely going to cause a scene tonight, I can feel it in my bones,âÂ
âItâs not that serious,â
âRemember Matthewâs lifelong rival since high school that Iâve mentioned before?â
âDonât tell me itâs âŠâ
âHeeseung. Small world, right?â
Yunjin raised her eyebrows in surprise, whistling quietly under her breath. "Quite unexpected," she said breathlessly, not realising that you were now already at the arena. "I'd love a fight,"
"You just love chaos,"
"And you're right," Yunjin smiled sweetly at you and you pushed her face away, earning a laugh from her. "Is Heeseung not meeting you pregame?" She nudged your side, raising her eyebrows expectantly with a knowing smirk on her face as she led you down to your usual seats in the arena.
"He did text meâŠ" you said, seeing Yunjin's eyebrows rising higher. "But he said his coach is more strict for today so no pregame meetings,"
"Lame," Yunjin booed.
"He also said he's treating dinner tonight after the game,"
"Not lame," Yunjin switched up and practically almost jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands. "Let's feast tonight. Go team!"
"MAN, I NEED SOME POPCORN FOR THIS,"
Nervousness started creeping up on you as you witnessed the heated start of the game, both teams clashing roughly into one another and fouling left and right. Yunjin was entertained; you were worried and stressed.
"They keep fouling our team and no time outs, you're kidding," you threw your hands up in frustration, noticing other students grumbling as well.
"Are we surprised? Big games are like this," Yunjin shook her head, crossing her arm and leaned back into her seat.
Two periods went by rather quickly, both teams were tied and obvious vexation hung in the air. You noticed Heeseung was practically flying around, chasing the puck with vigor, bumping hard into other players in order to reach the goalpost, but to his dismay, he missed the shot, earning groans from many, you included.
The third period rolled over in a blink of an eye, the tension heightened as the two teams were finding ways to score desperately. Your eyes instinctively followed Heeseung's speeding figure, but something in your stomach told you things were about to turn sour real quick.
Heeseung was zooming across the defenders with ease, guiding the puck towards the goalpost, until a distinct figure, who happened to be the one and only, Matthew, skated up next to him and started causing trouble. You couldn't tell what was exactly happening, but the aggression between the two was getting heavier by each second.
Next thing you knew, Heeseung rammed into your ex, sending him flying to the glass panels, but that wasn't all. Heeseung completely forgo the puck, throwing his gloves to the side and skated up to Matthew, sizing him up.
Both teams were extremely caught off by this sudden fight between them, everyone started panicking the moment Heeseung grabbed Matthew by the neck, but your ex seemed unfazed and continued uttering something to him, leading up to the part where Heeseung punched the latter in the face.
You and Yunjin audibly gasped and so did everyone else in the arena, including the players on the bench and the coaches who were yelling over the noise. Those on the ice made their way to the fight, trying their utmost best to rip the two apart, but Heeseung had his hands practically glued on Matthew, not wanting to let go as he was seen screaming at him.
"I mentioned wanting a fight but not like this âŠ" Yunjin muttered, now standing and occasionally tip-toeing to see what was happening. "Matthew obviously egged him on and pissed Heeseung off,"
"Heeseung has the worst temper on ice, he knew what he was doing," you frowned, getting worried as you watched the referee sending both of them to the penalty box. Heeseung threw his helmet on the floor in frustration, his wet strands of hair sticking onto his forehead.
"Well, at least the team is winning," Yunjin pointed out to the score line, where a glorious 3-2 was showing on the jumbotron. The home team managed to score the winning goal after the game was resumed, taking advantage of the opposition's bewilderment from the fight to mess their strategy up.
The crowd was cheering and jumping, food got scattered around onto the floor and the away fans could only leave in silence. Towards the end of the final period, Heeseung's penalty ended and he joined the team in exiting the ice, face still a little sour as his coach started telling him off.
âYou should find him after this,â Yunjin tapped your side and you nodded in agreement, making sure to text him beforehand.Â
âLocker roomâ was the only thing he texted back and you slowly got anxious, curious as to what had really happened between him and your ex on ice. One thingâs for sure, it definitely wasnât something good.Â
You stormed up to the doors of the locker room, heaved a breath of courage and pushed your way in. Lucky for you, by the time you got there mostly everyone was gone, except for Heeseung and Sunghoon, both sitting on a bench, whispering aggressively at one another. That was until Sunghoon caught your approaching figure, giving Heeseung a final word before standing up.
âY/N,â Sunghoon passed you an awkward smile, a first aid kit in his hands. âIâll leave him in your hands, I have an appointment with someone now,â he basically thrusted the box into your hands, whispering a quick apology and thanks before scampering away.
You felt helpless and confused as the box sat in your hands, then you started advancing slowly towards Heeseung and soon, you were standing directly in front of him, prompting him to stare up at you, still managing to crack a smirk even when his face looked rough. His left eye was bruised, lips cut and cracked and practically bleeding, his knuckles red and bruised. Overall, he was quite literally a mess.
"You're wearing my jersey,"
"And you're bleeding right now, is that important?"
"To me it is,"
"You're a fool. You have a bruised eye now," you fingers grazed against his cheeks, gaze travelling from one end to the other of his face.
"Do you still think Iâm cute?"
"One more word and I'll add a bruise on the other eye," you gave him a side eye and he only responded with a chuckle, patting the empty spot beside him and you complied, sitting down and your shoulder touched his, leaving zero space between the both of you.
âWhat happened?â you hissed, staring pointedly at him as your hands dug through the items in the first aid kit.
âDo you know what youâre doing?â Heeseung grunted, nodding at your actions and you only returned an unamused look.
âI do, now stop avoiding my question,â you hissed, applying some ointment on his knuckles, causing him to flinch in pain, face screwed in discomfort. âWhat happened, Hee? I saw,â
Heeseung was reluctant, but he gave in eventually, anger evident in his gaze and tone. âIt was your ex,â
âI know you are rivals, but you couldâve just ignored himââ
âNo, you don't get it, I canât! He was talking shit about you,â Heeseung ran a hand through his hair in frustration, adam apple bobbing as he tried not to burst out. "'Go back to that slut', 'do you enjoy my leftovers'. I can't just continue playing after the shit he said, there's no way I'll stand there and do nothing,"
"It's okay, Heeâ"
"It's not," he huffed, his frown deepened, running a hand across his face. "It's not okay and I wasn't going to let that man call you names and walk free,"
You couldn't resist a smile, your heart thumping against your chest and your gaze softened, placing a hand on his. "Thanks for standing up for me. Really."
"I always will at any time, I care about you, Y/N, and I don't want anything bad happening to you," Heeseung blurted out, his face gradually turning red upon realising his own confession, making sure to seem nonchalant as he switched the topic. "You should've seen his face when I actually punched him. He was all talk only,"
"He's like that, unfortunately," you sighed as you finished wrapping some compressible bandages over his knuckles, whispering a quick 'sorry' when he winced.
âHonestly if you keep pulling these tricks on ice, I might think youâre into me,â you added boldly, referring to the other time where he dedicated a goal to you and he, too, realised the same, the tip of his ears turning a slight red.
âWhat if I told you I am?â
âOh, I know,â
Heeseung leaned back, an amused grin plastered on his face. You couldn't tell if he's glad you knew or if he's in horror. "Am I that obvious? Am I too transparent?"
"Well, would you rather me be dumb and not take the hint?"
"Definitely not that," Heeseung leaned back closer to you, letting you clean the small cut on his lips. "I have a feeling someone ratted me out to you,"
"Partially, but I did have a feeling,"Â
"Motherfucker," he hissed under his breath, then his eyes widened, a look of panic flashed across his face. "So ⊠you know I liked you before this, then do you ⊠like me?"
You rolled your eyes, in disbelief these words were coming from the fuckboy himself. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be sitting here," you were finally done patching him up, placing everything back neatly into the box as he watched your every move. "You're fantastic at hockey but you're terrible at feelings, Hee,"
"I'm easily intimidated,"
"I didn't see you being intimidated while fighting,"
"Intimidated by pretty girls, I mean,"
"How charming," you mused, bumping his shoulder softly. "When and how did it even start, I thought you were the type to fuck around,"
"I've noticed you since English class and after some time, I saw you at my games too. I didn't want to approach you since I was worried you'd think of me differently because of my pastâ"
"Fuckboy-ness?"
"You could put it that way," Heeseung clapped his hands, leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs. "I just liked you. You were funny at presentations, charming, passionate in things you liked. I wanted to get to know you better and after meeting you, it just ⊠clicked,"
"But at the party, why did you even bother asking my name when you already knew who I was?"
"First impressions matter, Y/N. I didn't want to seem like a whole ass stalker,"
"You could've mentioned that you knew my name from English. 'Oh you're Y/N from English', there,"
"Are you teaching me how to flirt?"
"I'm teaching you how to flirt with me,"
"Alright then," Heeseung turned his body to fully face you now, a look of seriousness on his face. "Y/N from English, I like you. So much till the point where I feel suffocated. I don't care if you'll beat my ass after we lose and I'll listen to all of your analysis, will you go out with me?"
"Yes and I like you too, jackass. Now shut up and kiss me already," you wrapped a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in towards you and attached your lips to his, instantly melting against his touch the moment he snaked a hand across your jaw.Â
You couldn't believe this was happening, it felt like a dream. His lips were soft, the taste of mint on his tongue lingered, the feeling on his lips on yours was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.Â
Heeseung broke away momentarily, his forehead remained pressed against yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. "You're really romantic, Y/N,"
"You bet," you giggled in between kisses, your hands pushing him back a little as he practically chased your lips like a starved man. "You should go change,"
"Fuck, you're right," he glanced down at his hockey gear clad body. "It's getting late too, I'll drive you back. Want to stop by a drive through? I told you tonight's my treat,"
"I'm down,"
"Let me get my clothes, wait here," Heeseung stood up, ready to walk away but halting abruptly. "Tomorrow night, dinner, is that okay?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"It's whatever you like,"
"Pick me up at 7,"
"On it," Heeseung nodded slowly, taking note of it mentally. "Also, does Yunjin want some food too?"
"If you buy her some, you'll immediately be on her good list, just saying,"
"You two are so alike, it's scary,"
"We're besties for a reason."
IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT IN THE LOCKER room. You remembered coming home with Heeseung tailing behind you after, a bag of food in his hands and a welcoming Yunjin greeting him at the door.
"You two finally kissed, didn't you?" Yunjin mentioned carelessly in between bites of her burger and you swore you saw Heeseung's soul escaping his body. "That's the shade of lipstick Y/N wears on the side of your lips,"
Heeseung's hand flew to the side of his lips, touching the spot where you gave him a small peck of encouragement before getting off of the car.
"I'm glad you two are together," Yunjin continued, not noticing the flushed state you and Heeseung were in. "It's been monthsâoh God, I need to tell Jake this,"
And she did, leading to Jake calling you up the day after where he basically shouted through the phone. Since then, you had a plus one to every football game Jake played in.
"You guys are so annoying," Yunjin grimaced at the sight of Heeseung leaning his head onto your shoulder.
It was currently a Saturday night just after Heeseung's playoff match in which he scored three goals, so now, the team and your friends were at a nearby bar celebrating the victory.
"Stop being jealous," Heeseung defended, dropping his voice and closing in. "That's why I told you to go for Jay,"
"Him? Only God can put up with him, I barely know him and I already couldn't stand him,"
"Someone will eventually," you shrugged, taking a sip out of your mocktail.
"Good luck to them," Jake mumbled, holding his cup up for a toast and downed it all within the next second.
The night ended with a very drunk Yunjin along with many other drunk hockey players stumbling over their feet. Jake offered to take Yunjin home and she could only splutter out some responses, while you and Heeseung went by yourselves.
"If we can win the playoffs, I'll literally explode," Heeseung was currently the happiest man in the world, one hand holding his girlfriend while the other was close to touching the playoff trophy. He could ask for nothing more.
"It'll happen, Hee," you assured, running your thumb across his finger softly. "It's bound to happen, the team is strong. You have to believe my analysis too,"
"Pfft, fairs, your analysis does always hit the spot,"
"See? I'm always right,"
"Yeah yeah," Heeseung chuckled, pulling the car to park once you've arrived at your dorm's carpark and you two just sat there naturally, a sense of ambiance in the air as the radio played quietly in the background.
"I love you,"
Those three words were the first to break the silence. Heeseung looked like he was in disbelief although he was the one who said it first. Meanwhile, you were starting to smile like a fool.
"Did Iâ"
"I love you too, you idiot," you grabbed his face before he could continue, knowing well he'll end up rambling in the end. You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, earning a stunned look from him until he eventually returned the favour.
"Was it too soon?" He mumbled against your lips as he gradually pulled away.
"I was actually wondering when you'll crack,"
"Fuck off," he scoffed, squeezing your cheek gently upon seeing your playful smirk. His gaze softened, eyes evidently filled with affection, anyone could literally vouch for how whipped this man was."I love you, stay by me forever, please,"
"Say less, captain."Â
Hockey boys might've scared you once, but this time, one of them ended up mending your broken heart and won you over instead, and thankfully, he was here to stay. For a long time.
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just imagining the knights who have grown used to treating merlin like arthurâs consort, letting him get away with all these things, and introducing new knights to the unspoken rules - merlin may not be the consort in title but you better treat him like he is - and carrying that into arthurâs reign as king only for one (1) feast to go horribly, horribly wrong and the knights of the round table are trying to put out these all these fires and calm all these lords and ladies feelings and trying to talk arthur down from waging war and trying to get merlin to talk to the king dammit i donât care that youâre upset, arthur is drafting up a literal declaration of war please slap talk some sense into him all the while drafting up new rules that HEY actually letâs treat merlin like the queen instead
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