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Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for S1 and S2, miscommunication, (kind of) enemies to lovers, language, a few plot changes, mutual pining and one or two mentions of Jamie’s dad being a prick. Also I accidentally wrote something in this that is minorly similar to a scene in S3…but I wrote that bit AGES ago. Just signposting it as last time I didn’t someone got shitty with me

Notes: this is so much longer than I planned lmao so that explains why it took so long to post. Also not betad or spellchecked yet as it’s late here!

I don’t even know if I like this… I might delete this…

Title inspired by Conversation by Catfish and the Bottlemen

You’d been the player liaison officer at AFC Richmond for two years and for the most part, you loved your job. A lot of it involved what was referred to as “general life admin” for the players, as you sorted out everything from banks to home viewings to car collections to visas to schools for players with kids.

Most people would think looking out for a bunch of millionaire footballers would be a stressful job but you didn’t mind. The players had, for the most part, always been nice and you’d even started helping to show the new signings around, offering to recommend them restaurants or bars and you’d even become friendly with a few of them over the course of your time at the club.

Or at least until you encountered the clubs new loan signing. It had taken four weeks of his season long loan before you’d first spoken to him, and from the ten minutes he’d spent in your office, you’d gotten the same impression everyone did of him.

Jamie Tartt was undoubtedly the one of the biggest pricks you’d ever met .

Twenty minutes later than agreed, he’d sauntered in to your office, moaning about his teammates, discard the print offs of flats and houses you’d spent ages looking into for him, grabbed a card with the requested time and date of a collection of an Aston Martin you’d arranged for him without so much as a thank you, before asking if you could fix a modelling gig for him. With your arms folded across your chest, you’d firmly told him that was you were player liaison and not PR and that there was no way you’d be arranging his shirtless photoshoots or his latest perfume ad and he’d left with a comment about your job being “pointless” leaving your door wide open.

***

The next time you spoke to him was when he’d let a door swing in your face, as he stormed through the car park still furious after the loss to Crystal Palace. You held back from walking out as you could over hear him rant to the reporter from the Independent about…everything. An exclusive straight from the car park, Jamie Tartt was a journalists dream.

“Hey.” You caught up to him in the car park, “Talking to the press? Really?”

“Do I know you?” Jamie stared at you with a blank expression “Are you a fan? How did you get in here? You want a picture or something?”

“A fan? Of you? No. I work for the club. I’m the one that arranged your car, your flat, your VIP booth at the bar you’re off to. Most people say you’re welcome by the way.” You waved an arm in the direction of his sports car.

“Right.” Jamie continued to stare at you like you’d grown a second head before shrugging “Did you need something?”

Un-fucking-believable. In that moment, you’d never disliked him more.

You considered telling him how stupid it was to run his mouth off to the press, how much it would hurt his teammates, his manager, the fans to hear their star player dragging the club down but as you watched him chew his gum so casually, you realised he didn’t care and it was too late, and it was probably too late. Trent Crimm was already heading back to his car, statement no doubt being composed and ready for the morning papers but it was doubtful Jamie even registered anything other than himself and his massive ego. How could you possibly expect him to care about anyone else.

“Nothing. Doesn’t matter. Don’t think you’d understand it. Have a nice night.” You turned on your heel and were safe inside your own car before you finished the sentence “Prick.”

***

Ever since your little argument in the car park, you’d made it your absolute resolution to keep your contact with him to the bare minimum until the end of his loan when he’d become whatever poor player liaison officer Man City had.

You managed this pretty effectively being that he’d decided not to train until you’d received a call from your boss late into the evening one night asking you to come by the training ground. Usually a call in the evening was one of the new players wants a dinner reservation and didn’t know where to book or occasionally ordering a cab when one of the players had forgotten what hotel they were staying in the night before a game.

You absolutely not been expecting it to be ‘please can you swing by Colins and get his spare car keys…’ Nonetheless you’d agreed.

The scene unfolding before you when arrived the training ground was like something out of a fever dream. The players celebrating on the training pitch, a burning bin obviously a major part of whatever bonding exercise Coach Lasso had come up with. A scan of the field resulted no sign of Colin. You could see Dani Rojas, running around with Bumbercatch and Richard as if he hadn’t just been in the treatment room a mere 24 hours ago and Issac downing the last of a bottle of Mezcal back and forth with Richard whilst Ted and Beard watched on, laughing as Zoreaux choked on a swig of the liquor.

Nearest you and staring into the fire, beer bottle in hand, was the last person you wanted to see. Jamie Tartt. Of course it was. It would be so typical of your luck that it would be.

“Colin about?” You resolved yourself to asking him, wiggling your hand as the spare key jangled between your fingers. “Got to give him these.”

“Inside.” Jamie nodded “He’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Humming in acknowledgment, your eyes fell to the flaming bin and curiosity got the better of you and you had to ask “Do I want to ask how he lost his keys?”

“Burnt them in that.” Jamie gestured at the flames he was staring at. When you didn’t reply, his eyes found their way to yours and he explained the whole process.

“Oh.” You were surprised. “I didn’t think team bonding would have been your thing.”

Jamie hesitated. He couldn’t argue. You were right, he hadn’t been much of a team player

“I wasn’t gonna but…thought maybe I should show my face” he shrugged, hoping you wouldn’t question his bravado. He pointed at the fire. “Do you wanna throw something in? Everyone else has.”

“I think it’s already worked…” you gestured with your arm at the field. “but yeah why not?”

You thought for a moment… you hadn’t brought anything except your phone and your own keys which… you didn’t fancy throwing in. Unlike Colin you’d have to walk home and get your spare set and walk back to the car park, which wasn’t particularly appealing in the dark.

Suddenly an idea struck you, you unclipped your necklace and extended out your hand, letting it slip, dangling in your fingertips for a few seconds before dropping it. “Hopefully this helps with the luck.”

“You don’t need luck if I’m playing.” Jame replied, a smirk on his lips. You held off rolling your eyes at his cockiness. Sometimes you really didn’t get him. Mere seconds before you’d been having a semblance of a civil conversation and then he was right back to arrogant arsehole.

“What is it?” He questioned. It had to be the first time he’d asked you anything about yourself.

“Necklace. It was my nan’s… she…died when I was 15.”

“Oh shit sorry.” It was probably the most sincere you’d ever heard him. If it had came out of anyone else’s mouth, you might have bought it as genuine. “Wasnt like anything bad, was it?”

“It was a long time ago, she was sick for a long time and…” you stopped yourself suddenly aware that this was Jamie Tartt you were talking to and any minute now, he’d probably resume his usual self centred personality. “Sorry, long story short, she passed away a while ago but… I don’t think she’d mind. Grandad was a Richmond fan.”

“What did you…put in?” you asked, swiftly changing the subject. You were half expecting the answer to be his little black book of desperate instagram girls or some signed picture of himself from one of his many magazine photoshoots. It would after all be completely on-brand for him.

“Erm…football boots, ones my mum got me. She got me into playing…” he said it trying to be casual and keep his cool. “She just wants me to enjoy playing yeah? So good motivation and that”

“I’m sure she’d be really happy for you, Jamie.” You looked over to where Colin was remerging back from the building looking extremely relived to see you. “I have to go give these to Colin. It’s why I was called out here in the first place. Have a good night.”

Truth be told, you were a little skeptical. Of both the ritual and of Jamie showing an interest in anyone else other than himself but you figured if the whole team had given the ritual a chance, maybe just maybe, Jamie Tartt had developed the capacity to care about other people.

You found out the next morning that he was on his way back to Man City when you’d received an email from his agent asking you to arrange termination of his house rental agreement

***short time skip***

When your doorbell had gone off late into Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, Jamie Tartt had been the last person you expected to see.

“Richmond said you had the stuff from my locker.” He said, leaning instantly on the door frame as soon as you answered without so much as a hello. “Said you was going to send it to the guy who does whatever it is you do at City but I called Issac, Jeff and Keeley and they’re all busy so thought come get it. Nothing better to do.”

A house visit hadn’t been on the agenda but you figured it was marginally less awkward than him swinging by the training ground so you’d taken it and had been talking to the player liaison officer at City making arrangements to send it up.

“Well I’m flattered to be your fourth choice. Coincidentally probably your first words to Pep.” You couldn’t resist the dig. Ever since he’d left, Richmond had struggled but being that he was now Man City’s problem you didn’t have to mince your words.

“Yeah well, I’ll be first choice soon. Scored today didn’t I…,” he clicked his tongue and gestured at himself. “Best goal of the match as well.”

“Wouldn’t know. I was watching Richmond.” You folded one arm over the other. A part of you enjoyed the flicker of surprise that crossed his face, but you gave him a tight smile as a somewhat attempt to be civil.

“Heard old man Roy scored yesterday. Must have taken it out of him.” Jamie rested back on the heels of his expensive trainers “Bet he’s gonna be in that ice bath for hours.”

You ignored the dig at the Richmond captain “Had the game of his life actually…like someone turned back the clock. Heard from Sam that Nate had some real words of wisdom.”

“Nate? Nathan? The kitman?” Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you in shock. “We thinking of the same guy? Him!?”

You laughed, knowing that the idea of Nate who always seemed so unassuming and quiet giving Roy Kent, footballing legend, a piece of his mind was crazy. If you’d heard it from anyone other than Sam, you’d probably have thought it was an elaborate joke.

“Apparently so.”

“Fucking hell.” His eyebrows shot up “Kinda wish I’d seen the old man’s reaction.”

“Yeah well…you weren’t…I’ll get your stuff. Probably a bit weird for you…being at a woman’s door when you haven’t slept with her.” You tapped on the door and grimaced. You knew the team would miss Jamie for his ability on the pitch.

Jamie shrugged, before he was distracted by his reflection in the window. He adjusted a stray hair then slowly turned back as of pulling his gaze away from himself was particularly tough “You would though wouldn’t you?”

A singular laugh left your throat coming out harshly. “No. Nothing personal…Zoolander” you paused as you realised that wasn’t completely honest. “Well its a little personal…but…I don’t date footballers. Went out with one once. Played for another club. Was at my friends for a weekend. He slept with six other women in two days.”

Jamie pursed his lips and let out a low whistle almost like he was impressed.

“What’s that…Rookie numbers for you?” You called over your shoulder as you stepped to the side of the door to pick up the box that had been sitting in your hallway for the past week and a half.

“Nah…even I’m not that bad” He clicked his tongue and winked “Most of the time.”

“How lovely.” You deadpanned turning back to him. “Suppose you slow down once you run out of every woman in SW16?”

Jamie looked you up and down “You always like this? All Cruella DeVille and that”

Ignoring his playground like insult, you moved one hand back to the door handle, the box balanced on your hip with the other. You were hoping you’d be able to close the door quickly and force him to go off elsewhere. “You left my club, I’m allowed to be a little mean to you.”

“Lasso sent me back. Said he didn’t need me but obviously he does though cause you were losing until today” A cocky smirk on his face, he pointed at himself “Could have used me in those other games.”

“What?” You frowned, eyebrows knotting in the centre. “What are you on about?… of course we needed you. You’re a fucking twat but you’re good. Why wouldn’t he want you in the team” You didn’t like paying him a compliment but you felt it was the only way to get a reasonable conversation out of him

Jamie almost rolled his eyes and you were unsure if it was because he thought you were stating the obvious or saying something stupid.

Noticing Jamie’s childish reaction, you called him out.

“Ted’s a really nice guy, you know. Maybe cut him a little slack?”

Ted had always been friendly to you. Giving you a good morning when he arrived and a good evening with a bright smile when he left and even talking to you about favourite books when he’d brought ones in for the team. If you offered help with setting things up, he would always tell you not to worry and he’d sort anything out himself… More often than not he was back at your office with 15minutes talking a lot about how different things were to Kansas and asking for help.

Despite being new to the sport, never mind the Premier League, Ted was at least trying. It somewhat bothered you that Jamie seemed so intent on being disrespectful.

“Knows fuck all about football though.”

“And you know fuck all about how to talk to people. Maybe you could have learnt from each other.” You snapped back before you could stop yourself. “Just an idea. It’s how adults talk.”

Feeling the exasperation levels rise and wondering how you’d even gotten this far into a conversation with him, you tossed the box of his stuff in to his arms and he managed to steady it despite being caught slightly off guard.

“Goodbye Jamie. See you next season”

And with that you slammed the door shut forcibly before he could reply.

*** time skip***

“I’m just going to get a drink, you want one?”

You offered to your friend and her boyfriend, as you slid out of your booth. Truth be told, you didn’t need another drink, you just wanted to escape for a few moments and work out if it had been this loud when you were a Uni student or if you’d just become accustomed to pubs over clubs in the years since you’d left.

With the team settled into the season, and the new signings all set up, you decided to take a week off to go visit some old friends in Manchester and against your better judgement you’d been dragged to a bar by your friend and her boyfriend.

In response your friend waved her half full, bright blue cocktail, letting you know she was good for now and you made your way across the dance floor and up to the bar, ordering the strongest cocktail on the menu not paying much attention to what was in it.

You’d only just picked up your drink when you heard it. The familiar voice causing you to whip around so quickly that you were impressed you didn’t spill anything.

“[Name]? That you?”

“Jamie Tartt.” You replied, as you took a long drink of the freshly replenished cocktail “Nice to see you.”

You were, of course, being sarcastic. You didn’t try to hide it this time. You didn’t have to. The last time you’d seen him, he’d been assisting in the game that sent Richmond down. Well… that and when your friends had sent you numerous clips of him making an arse out himself on Lust Conquers All and asking you if he really was that much of a twat in real life, to which you’d reply no, he was actually a bigger twat.

“How come you’re in Manchester?” He asked, catching you off guard. Jamie had never cared about seeing you, let alone it being ‘good to’ and now here he was making small talk like you were old friends.

“I’m visiting friends from when I lived here.” You told him keeping your answer short “Look if you want someone to sort out some private booth for you, firstly I’m on holiday and secondly I work for Richmond…you don’t…so…” you paused and gazed around the busy bar, looking for someone to pass Jamie on to “ask the barman.”

“You lived in Manchester?” Jamie tilted his head, genuine surprise crossed his features, as if you’d been withholding some crucial information. “I’m from here.”

“I know you are…“ you took another long drink, feeling like you’d need it if you were about to have another frustrating conversation as your patience was slowly slipping away. He’d completely ignored your previous statement and carried on with the small talk he’d never shown any need for before “What do you need Jamie?”

Jamie looked stunned. “I didn’t know you lived in Manchester. How come you never said?” He replied with a question in response.

“It’s a big city Jamie. You never asked me about myself, surprised you even remembered my name. You don’t need to feign interest in me. Just tell me what you want.” Patience now completely gone and just keen for him to get to the point, you downed the last of your drink and turned to place it back on the bar, only just missing the slight look of guilt he gave you.

“I just, um,” Jamie hesitated, unsure as to how to start, he bit his lip. There was no way he could just come out with it.

He’d tried Keeley but she’d told him to talk to Ted which… he really didn’t want to do. He knew he’d have to eventually but he didn’t want to have to ask especially after how they’d left things in person. Jamie knew from the tiny army man and note that Ted held no resentment but approaching him was a completely different ask so he’d headed back to his mums in Manchester first to weigh up his options.

He considered messaging one of the team but knew after his assist to send Richmond down, they likely would not want to speak to him…so he went through the staff- Kitman Will was a no go, Nate an even bigger no, he didn’t even think he had his number. Jamie went through a few of the back room staff before the thought of you crossed his mind and he felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner.

You fixed everything. Player needed a mechanic, you had one around within an hour, one of the coaches needed a caterer, you could arrange it, any player needed schools for their kids, you had uniforms by the end of the day. It was, at least to Jamie, like you could fix any problem…so hoping you could fix his big one, he looked you up on instagram and seeing that you’d posted only two hours ago, he clicked to view.

You were laughing and clinking glasses with another girl and a guy and had placed a tag in the corner indicating what bar you were in. Jamie could barely believe his luck when he clicked on it; as if by chance, as if this was confirmation that he had to talk to you, the tag showed as a bar only fifteen minutes away. He’d left within five. He didn’t know why you were here in his home city but to Jamie it felt like a sign so he’d threw on a coat and headed out to find you.

“It’s nice to see you Jamie but if you’ve got nothing to say, I really need to get back to my friend.” It was a small lie, you could not have cared less about running into him.

“Wait.” He protested, reaching for your arm before pulling back, barely grazing you. “Can we have a drink or something?”

“I’m not a waitress Jamie. If you want a drink, you’ll have to get one yourself like a big boy.”

From the vacant expression that had taken over, he clearly no idea what you were talking about and was waiting for you to fill in the blanks.

“It was a joke. At the charity event, you gave me twenty quid and told me to get you a drink. I told you I wasn’t a waitress and you said ‘same thing’… then I took the £20 and used it for my taxi home… you obviously don’t remember.”

Jamie felt discomfort twist in his chest as he averted his eyes to the ground for a few seconds. Had he really said that? You said it so casually like it was normal.

“Look…please can I just talk you? I’ll…pay for your drinks.” He attempted a peace offering, only for you to wince.

“I can get my own drinks.” You stated bluntly, with a half hearted smile. “I’ll see you later, I’d say good luck for this season but Caths a United fan”

“I’m sorry…uh, I fucked it alright? I don’t…City don’t want me back.” Jamie slid in front of you quickly to try slow your move to the table down. “And I didn’t win Lust Conquers All…”

“I’m sorry to hear you didn’t win your show. Maybe there’s another you can rate strippers on or something.”

“It’s all I’m actually any good at.” His voice was far more subdued, far more quiet than you’d heard him before so much so you would have missed it if it wasn’t said in a seconds pause between songs.

“Rating strippers?” You made a joke, lips twisting up as you raised an eyebrow. However Jamie in response still looked deadly serious, so much so that something inside made your resolve falter. It was not like Jamie Tartt to be remotely serious.

You sighed, eyes skimming over the room to your friend, who was trying to wave you over with a questioning look on her face. Holding up a few fingers, you indicated to her you’d only be two minutes. She shrugged and went back to whatever conversation she was having with her boyfriend.

“Please.” He asked once more and you knew would kick yourself if this turned out to be an act. “I swear down I’m being serious”

You glanced back at Jamie who looked so utterly defeated, in a way you’d never seen him. He looked a million miles away from that cocky, arrogant guy you’d seen last time.

“Fine. We can talk but… outside…” you threw your hand up and jerked your thumb at the door. “I’ll meet you out there. I need to let my friend know I’m leaving.”

The cold air hit you suddenly as you stepped out of the busy bar, squeezing by a hen do and heading down the stairs. Jamie was already waiting outside, shifting from one foot to the other, looking even more on edge that he had done inside. Having seen his adverts, you knew he was not that good of an actor, whatever was going on it had to be at least a little bit real.

“Alright. I’m all ears.” You stated as you reached the bottom.

Jamie found himself talking and talking to you as you walked through the city without any real direction. You asked the occasional question but besides that you were mostly just listening. He was stalling, putting off asking you for help by just relaying the drama between leaving City and being voted off the show. You could tell there was something else. There was no way he’d drag you, someone he barely knew, barely liked, out into the city streets to question the voting public for picking some guy called Danthony over him.

“They offered me a reality show…when I got kicked off but I’d have to do ecstasy and shit and…” Jamie trailed off, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his designer puffer jacket. “Didn’t want that.”

“Drugs too far?” You joked, not wanting to show that you were actually pleasantly surprised that he had a limit as to what he’d do for fame. His eyes caught yours and he shook his head.

There was a beat, a few seconds of only the city sounds, you spoke again, your voice and your eyes more sympathetic this time. “I’m glad you didn’t take it. It would be a waste of your actual talent if you did. You’re way too good at football to piss it all away for some shit show…Why did you leave City anyway? Thought you had it all worked out? And be honest with me, I’m not thick, I’ll know.”

Jamie caught your eye, your gaze on him was questioning, but not in the demanding, scrutinising way he was so used to. You were looking at him in such a way, If you didn’t hate him, Jamie could almost convince himself you were asking because you cared. The slight softening of your look on him made him drop what was remaining of his facade and tell you the truth. “I thought it’d piss off my dad.”

“Ah,” the sound was small, “Is your dad…?”

“A prick?” Jamie stated bluntly before you could finish “Yeah. On me all the time, over everything. Always has been. Always got something to fucking say. Got sick of it. I know it’s stupid but…”

“It’s not stupid…well it was a stupid thing to do…” you pulled your coat tighter against the wind. “but you’re not stupid. I understand. I think most people would. I’m sorry your dads an arsehole.”

“Thanks” He commented with a tight face as you rounded the corner. “But I’m used to it”

“You shouldn’t have to be.”

You stopped as he could see your hotel lit up ahead on the street you were now walking down and somehow you’d ended up back where you were staying and you felt a little bit sorry to leave him. A small, tiny part of you thought about inviting him up and offering to continue the conversation but this was Jamie and you had a feeling he would definitely get the wrong idea.

“Erm… this… this is me.” You tilted your head up ahead at the hotel door “Thank you for walking me back Jamie. Even if you didn’t mean to.”

“Do you think Richmond would have me back?” Jamie asked quickly, fearing he’d lose his chance at getting out what had been lingering on his mind since he’d walked out of the meeting with his agent. “I could really really use Richmond now. And I think Richmond need me?” He gave you a tweak of a smile, more hopeful than arrogant.

Ah of course. That was it. He did need something after all. Despite this, you didn’t feel any resentment, you actually felt a little bit bad for him. Jamie had been a first class twat but he also seemed to be genuinely trying to reach out.

You gave him an apologetic smile. “Look, I wish I could help but…you’ll have to talk to Ted. I don’t have any say it in. I can give him a heads up but at the end of the day, he’s the manager, Jamie.”

“Yeah. Keeley said the same thing.” He looked dejected, reluctant even. “Don’t know why I thought you’d say anything else.” He dragged one of his expensive trainers against the concrete pavement and you winced at thinking how they probably cost a substantial chunk of your wages.

“I’m not surprised. She’s smart, makes me wonder why she went out with you.” You took the opportunity to lightly tease him although kept your tone completely deadpan.

“Oi come on! I’m being nice!” Jamie’s head shot up, ready to protest until he could see you were smiling and his shoulders loosened.

“I know I’m messing with you.” You replied “but seriously Talk to Ted. He’s usually at The Crown and Anchor. He’s a nice guy, Jamie. Give him a chance.”

“Fine. Thanks.” Jamie shrugged, looking like he’d rather do anything else. “If it works, can I have my old house back?”

“I’ll sort something…Goodnight Jamie.”You reached over and squeezed his arm “and good luck.”

***

Jamie’s reintegration was not going as smoothly as he’d hoped. With the rest of the team being somewhat reluctant to forgive his attitude from his last spell in at the club, Jamie was now getting the cold shoulder.

“Shit!” You jumped when you walked into you office. “How long have you been here? How did you get in?”

“No one likes me.” Jamie muttered from the spare chair opposite your desk. He didn’t answer your question but from the lost look on his face you didn’t feel like pushing it. He was slouched so far over your desk, he was practically lying on it, training jacket pulled up over his face and his chin in his hand

“Can’t say I blame them. You were kind of an arsehole last time you were here.” You placed your bag on the spot on the desk not occupied by Jamie.

“But like I’m actually trying and they’re… are all being dickheads about it.” He sat up suddenly, throwing his arms back as he slumped back into the chair.

“Again I don’t blame them.”

“Colin said I was the worm now.”

You cocked your head confused “I’m not going to ask…but I probably don’t blame him”

“Even the new lads giving me stick”

“Yeah, word travels, you’re… kinda infamous here now”

“Yeah I know…” Jamie clicked his tongue as if you were stating the obvious “but why do they hate me… when I’m trying?” He held out his hands and looked over at you, waiting for your clarification.

“Jamie. You got us relegated, you were a bad team mate and a bit of a shit…”

“Alright, alright.” Jamie shrugged “just you’re the only one whose nice to me…except maybe Ted but he don’t count he’s nice to everyone and Keeley but she’s my ex ain’t she? How can I make them like me? Get them all something?”

“It’ll take time Jamie… you can’t just make it up to them with gifts…”

Deciding you had to do to something to distract him, you lifted your bag up from the desk again and gestured for him to stand up which he did so reluctantly.

“Right okay, get your keys…I’m not having you moping around my office…let’s go for a walk or a drive or whatever and talk. It’ll help. I promise”

It quickly became a regular, daily thing. Jamie would come to your office as soon as the on field training was done. The rest of the team would head into the gym and he’d come wait in your office or out for coffee until most of the others had left and then he’d slip down to the gym to train alone.

You’d were slowly softening to him. He’d even started opening up a bit more, slowly elaborating day by day until he was talking more openly to you than you’d ever thought. Underneath all the cocky bravado, Jamie was a sweet, funny, guy who’d just fallen into the trap of thinking arrogance was a shield against anything the world could throw at him. You liked this side of him far far more and you couldn’t help yourself but think if he’d always been like this, like he was now, you’d have been friends a long time ago.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when Jamie told you about Ted’s alter ego act. Even more so that he was completely straight faced when relaying how weird it was. You could guess what Ted was doing, but Jamie seemed so serious he had you in stitches.

“Oh and I, erm, I spoke to the, the therapist lady…Doctor Sharon.” Jamie slipped in quickly, before he could change his mind over telling you. His eyes quickly shot over your shoulder to the aerial photograph of Nelson Road that decorated the wall behind your desk and focused hard on it as he waited for your response.

Jamie had no reason to doubt you’d be supportive but still he could have sworn the few seconds it took for you to reply was actually an hour. He worried in those few seconds that he’d overstepped the mark and made you uncomfortable with an over share or that you’d kick him out.

You couldn’t believed Jamie had just spent fifteen minutes ranting about ‘Led Tasso’ and completely neglected to mention that he’d spoken to the new therapist.

“Jamie…why didn’t you tell me!” You exclaimed, nearly knocking over the Richmond mug on your desk over your laptop. “That’s great!”

“Dunno” Jamie managed to drop his stare from the wall to you and shrugged “I erm, didn’t think it was worth mentioning. Keeley dragged me up there and I thought might aswell. Nothing better do to.”

“Course its worth mentioning. Getting help is the best thing you can do… it’s hard to take that first step and reach out. I’m proud of you.”

“Really?” For a second Jamie wondered if he’d hallucinated. He hadn’t heard that. Not those words in that order from anyone in a long time and Jamie liked the thought of you, of all people, being proud of him.

“Yeah! Going…and actually talking to a professional? That’s amazing! Did it help?”

Jamie let your response sink in before he nodded “Uh yeah I think so, spoke to her about like my dad and stuff. She’s really good.” He scratched his cheek quickly before dropping his hands to the table.

“It’s great, everything you’re doing. It’ll take time… but I’m just so happy you’re reaching out.” You leant over the desk and placed your hand over his and gave it a squeeze “you know you’ve always got me but talking to a professional is the best thing for you.” The second you’d retracted Jamie missed the reassurance provided by the warm contact.

“Knock knock” a voice called from the doorframe interrupting and Jamie felt his heart drop as one of his teammates stuck his head around “Hello!”

“Jan! Hi!” You beamed at him, getting up from your desk as Jamie tried not to let his disappointment show at the interruption. “Come in!”

“You ready? You’re always packed up early and ready to go so I thought I would come see” Jan slipped around the door and raised his eyebrows staring at your desk which, as he’d guessed, was already pretty much clear for the day. “Usually in the last hour you don’t do any work.”

You rolled your eyes at his assessment but didn’t protest. You very rarely got anything done in the last hour so tended to scroll on your phone, clear up and wait until you could leave.

“Alright?” Jamie attempted to greet the other man “Is anyone down in the gym, mate?”

Jan shook his head no, not conversing with the other man any more than needed and waited for Jamie to stand up and make his way to the door, stepping aside to let him leave.

“Um, thanks [Name], I’ll see you later yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll come see you later.” You offered “We can go to that restaurant for dinner. The Indian one I was telling you about the other day?”

Jamie nodded and shut the door quickly suddenly all too aware of his teammate watching him.

***

“Why are you friends with him?” Jan asked pointedly as you left the room a few minutes later and made your way to the car park.

“Jamie’s really trying. Trust me last season he would not have even acknowledged me” you laughed and pointed at yourself.

“I don’t like him.” Jan said, looking like you’d posed some sort of serious question before he offered you a sweet from the bag he was holding out “Left you the red ones.” He glanced back into the bag “Well most of them!”

“Be nice!” You jokingly punched his arm before thanking him for leaving your favourites “Jamie’s trying not be a twat…but It’s hard for him. He’s had years of practice.”

Jamie watched you’d leave with the centre back from the open gym door. From your hushed voice, you were doing your best to keep quiet so he wouldn’t overhear but the ‘he wouldn’t have acknowledged me’ stung. Deep down he knew it was true, he hadn’t been nice to you, and you were understandably cold to him.

He’d find himself worried, wondering if you were with Jan, what if you no longer had time for him, what if he lost the one real friend he had. Although if Jamie was honest with himself, he’d liked you as more than a friend for a while.

A few days into his return to Richmond, he’d been unable to sleep. Worrying that the team hated him, would always hate him, was he this pathetic failure his dad said he was, would he ever be considered a talented footballer again or would he always just be a joke who put his ‘brand’ first.

He realised he’d didn’t want to call his anyone except you. He wanted to talk to you. You’d answered on the fourth ring and if you were annoyed at being woken at 1am, you didn’t sound it. You’d been concerned, asking if he was in trouble.

“No…I can’t sleep.” Jamie had said, almost ashamed to say anything more. He worried you’d think it was pathetic, a weak reasoning for calling, but at the same time hoped you’d pick up on the something left unsaid.

You did. “I know what you mean” you’d spoken, sleepily “you want a distraction? I can read to you if you like. My books so boring, you’ll fall asleep.”

Jamie had laughed and accepted your offer and settled in as you’d started to read some story.

When he woke the next morning, you were still on the other end of the phone. You were already awake but you must have stayed on the call with him.

‘Just in case’ you’d told him, the corner of your cheek twitching on one side.

It was the single most simple, caring gesture but it cemented it. In that moment he knew he was gone. You just knew him. When he needed to laugh, when he needed to talk and when he just wanted a distraction. (You’d never tell him how easy it was for you to tell).

The next time, hed offered to return the favour he’d read you the book Coach Lasso had bought him. He’d been reluctant at first but you’d persuaded him, encouraging him a little bit at a time and before you knew it, he’d read it cover to cover.

You were just a kind person, he told himself. You were like that with everyone. He’d see you excitedly trying some Nigerian food Sam brought in or attempt to speak Spanish to Dani, who would be thrilled and offer to teach you, he’d see you talk to Keeley, usually showing each other something on your phones and giggling.

Jamie would find himself analysing every conversation you’d had with him, where you like that with other people and for signs that maybe your feelings were mutual. He would run over everything in his head as he ran on the treadmill or worked on presses so much so that by the time he’d decided to just keep quiet, as he did every day, he’d have done several miles or lost count of the amount of presses he’d done.

Fuck it there was no way he could tell you. You were happy and you were his friend and he’d rather have you in his life as his friend than not at all.

***short time skip***

When Jamie had came into your office in a panic on Christmas Eve, asking you if you’d ever cooked a Christmas dinner and begging for you to help him cook one for his mum who would be visiting, you’d agreed against your better judgement. You’d cooked Christmas dinner twice. Once at University and once when your mum had a migraine and you had to finish off and now you were in Jamie’s house on Christmas Day making what he’d bought from M&S two days before into a Christmas dinner.

“I’m surprised you asked me. I thought you’d be inundated with offers.” You said, only half joking as you turned the parsnips in their tray. Jamie who was mulching the cranberries for the sauce like his life depended on it, just shrugged and muttered a ‘not really’. He wished he’d asked you to actually spend Christmas with him properly and not to do him a favour but doing so now would seem last minute and you’d already told him you were dropping in to the Higgins later.

As if on cue, your phone beeped from across the room and you swung the dish towel over your shoulder, not noticing Jamie staring as you flicked up to read Jan’s Whatsapp, watching your face for any signs. Trying to see if you’d added any little hearts next to his name or if you replied to him with twice as many X’s as you gave anyone else.

Ever since Jamie had realised he’d fallen for you, he’d became somewhat obsessed with trying to work out what was going on between you and his teammate. He’d never ask Jan directly. Having been on the receiving end of one of Jan’s blunt comments, Jamie didn’t want to risk hearing something he didn’t want to. With the team still giving him the cold shoulder more often than not, he considered asking Keeley. He’d seen you and her talking sometimes and wondered if it would be weird to ask his ex before realising if he did ask Keeley anything, there was the risk that Roy Kent would overhear and Jamie couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing.

“Richard brought a girl to the Higgins’ party.“ you laughed, letting Jamie know what was happening “Jan just told me.”

“Of course he did” Jamie laughed “Not surprised. He’d bring a girl to training if thought he’d get away with it.”

“Thought that would have been you?” You teased back only to get an eye roll and elbow nudge in response.

After a few minutes, you walked around his kitchen to check the table was set and were surprised to see he’d done a decent job of it.

“I think you’re all set. I promise you can take all the credit. You just need to take the turkey out when she gets here and put the Yorkshires in. They’ll be done quickly so don’t burn them. Desserts are in the fridge.”

Jamie looked a little reluctant and you had to admit the idea of a footballer who regularly played in front of thousands of people being nervous about presenting a Christmas dinner to his mum was a little funny.

“It’ll be good. Trust me…oh wait!” Your face lit up as you suddenly remembered “I have a present for you!” Before he had the chance to respond you’d dashed out into the hall, retrieved the gift from beside where you left your coat and returned back and pushed it into his hands.

After making a show of rattling it to try sense what was inside, Jamie unwrapped it carefully. Your eyes focused in on his face looking for any sign, hoping he liked the gift and you’d hadn’t made things weird.

In the box was a pair of his boots, the same brand his mum had got him, like his first pair. Jamie lifted them out carefully, and turned them over in his hand to see them.

“They’re obviously not the exact pair but they’re customs, I asked Sam what brand they were and they don’t do the exact ones anymore but I found some guy online and…they’re pretty much the same…If you can’t wear them for games because of sponsorships or whatever, you can maybe use them for training or you can return them, i won’t be offended, I just…”

“Thank you.” Jamie was quiet, staring down at the boots before his eyes turned on you “this is the nicest present anyone has ever given me. I, um… thank you.” He repeated finding himself rendered somewhat speechless at what thought you’d put in and how you were clearly worried he wouldn’t like it.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to do something for you…”

“It’s not nothing, I actually do really like them and I’m definitely wearing them. Next game. Thank you.” Jamie paused, his head was only filled with thoughts of how much he wanted to kiss you here in his kitchen, how much he wanted to ask you to stay with him, to spend the rest of the day with him, eating Christmas dinner with his mum and sharing the big box of Roses chocolates and watching any Christmas special just because and then dancing to whatever Christmas song came on, late into the evening.

“Actually I… I got you something too.”

“You got me a present?” Your eyebrows raised in a playful manner “It’s not like a signed picture of you or anything is it? Because if it is, it’s going on eBay.”

“No. Uh…two minutes alright?” Jamie left the room and returned a few minutes later, a poorly wrapped present in his hands. “Sorry about the shit wrapping.”

You laughed and unwrapped it, your face breaking out into a big smile as you found the present “no way!”“This is the coolest thing ever!”

A quiet, comfortable silence had fallen between the two of you over your FaceTime call, you’d just finished laughing about Jamie telling you how he broke into his schools tuck shop as a kid and stole six packets of malteasers. It should have been just a funny childhood anecdote shared with a friend and yet the comments you’d made a while ago itched at the back of Jamie’s mind. “You never asked me about myself, surprised you even remembered my name.” He’d gotten to know you since of course but he wanted to know more, he wanted you to tell him everything, like he was making up for looking through you before.

“Tell me something funny you did when you was kid” He asked before he could stop himself.

“Oh.” You shifted putting your phone down, thinking for a moment. “Ah okay I’ve got it!” You grinned “don’t laugh!” You made him promise.

“When I was a little kid, like I’m talking pre-primary school age, I had this cream cardigan, big daisies and red roses stitched all over it and I would wear it everywhere. I’d put it on to walk to school and cry when Miss Neil made me take it off, when I came home and my mum had to wash it, I’d sit by the washing machine and then in the garden waiting for it to dry. I’d even wear it when it was summer and it was probably too warm, I wore it even when it didn’t go with my outfit. I was not a fashion forward kid”

Jamie started laughing and couldn’t suppress it even over your protests that he promised he wouldn’t.

“What happened to it? The cardigan? You still have it?”

You pouted half jokingly “It got left on a plane on the way back from Tenerife. I cried so much, my dad rang Gatwick and the airport in Tenerife but no one ever turned it in. I’d have outgrown it but I loved that cardigan so much” you said wistfully “I was so annoyed thinking of some random person with my cardigan… I’ve searched online but there’s nothing like it.”

“Understandable. It sounds peak nineties” Jamie remarked with a raised eyebrow

“Oi. It would be considered vintage now” you laughed “Teenagers on depop would pay mega money for that.”

You picked it up and held it against you before putting it straight on without checking for tags.

“Jamie…” You wrapped it tight and folded your arms around you “You remembered! I feel a bit bad for joking now”

“Don’t…don’t…you don’t need to say anything.” Seeing you happy hit him like a brick wall. All he wanted was you smiling at him like you were doing now. His voice was quiet and he could feel the tension, he needed to do something, anything to dissipate it, if he didn’t…Jamie feared he’d just come out with it. “You have the real deal anyway, you don’t need a photo” He settled for a joke.

“Thank you!” You beamed at him and got up to kiss his cheek. “This is the coolest present ever!”

How was it that he’d never been short on attention from women but a kiss on the cheek from you had the biggest effect on him like he was a teenage boy again the first time he fancied a girl.

“Thank you for mine. And for all this…You really sure you can’t stay? It’ll just be me and mum and she’ll fall asleep after Eastenders.”

“Call me when she does. If I’m up, we can FaceTime” you still had your cardigan on and slipped your coat on over the top. “Maybe we can watch one of the Home Alones or Elf together.”

“I love Elf. It’s like my favourite film after Ratatouille.” He grinned at you and you laughed as you reached up and hugged him.

“I know. Merry Christmas Jamie.” You kissed him on the cheek once more

“Merry Christmas, [Name],”

***short time skip***

The addition of Roy to the coaching staff had gone perfectly…except for the one pretty major hiccup of Jamie clashing with him daily and on one occasion, making his way to your place after training to ask if you thought he had bad hair prompting you to wonder what exactly was going on.

A few days later and you were anxiously waiting on the final whistle in the quarter final against Tottenham, Jamie had played incredibly. A goal from right outside the box and only a minute ago he’d scored what looked like it would be the winner. At the sound of the whistle, you were up on your feet and running down to the tunnel. The moment you saw Jamie you ran to him and pulled him into a hug, him lifting you up and holding you flush against him for a few moments.

“You were amazing!” You enthused, looking up at him as you separated. “That free kick in the first half was one of the best ever seen! And a last minute goal… that’s the best game I’ve ever seen you play.”

Jamie grinned on a high from the result, his performance and now you gushing about him, telling him so earnestly how good he was felt amazing. For a moment he could forget you were in the Nelson Road tunnel with a little over 25,000 people just outside and other players and staff milling around you.

“Thanks. My first goal was good wasn’t it?” He was standing so confidently. It had turned out being a prick worked for him…so long as he kept it to the pitch. You liked seeing him back to the player you knew he could be.

“That’s goal of month, maybe even the season!”You reached up and fixed his hair without even thinking “Go celebrate. you deserve this.”

“Come out with me… I mean come out with us, we’re going out, all of us, you should come” Jamie said all at once.

“Sure I’ll come for one!” You nodded.

Across the bar, you could see a girl who looked like she could have walked off the set of Keeping Up with the Kardashians lean over and talk to Richard who was responding by pouring her a glass of wine, no doubt feeding her some sort of cheesy chat up line.

Jamie slid into the booth beside you, and, with the slight contact your knee made against his, he felt himself relax.

“That’s probably the third girl I’ve seen him give his number to tonight” he commented and you laughed, pleased to see him join you in your people watching.

“Welcome to being on this side of the fence.” You leant in close to him so you could talk.

“She not your type?” You asked curiously. “She’s alive isn’t she?” You teased. Jamie hadnt dated since Keeley, or rather, since his stint on the show if you could call that dating. It did seem a little odd to you that he’d never once mentioned anyone despite your fast formed friendship and everything else he’d willingly shared with you.

Jamie shook his head. “Nah i’m…”. How could he tell you he didn’t want anyone else other than you. “I’m not…nah not really doing that kinda thing anymore.”

Even if he tried, Jamie doubted he could bring himself to show any enthusiasm for chatting up anyone else anymore. How could he consider anyone else when it felt like you were the only person in the room who saw him. You actually saw him for him in his worst moments and still wanted to be around him. How could he not want you?

Your heart was beating as you took in Jamie’s response. It was only a short response but it set the smallest of sparks in your stomach and you took a swig from the bottle of cider in your hand to distract yourself from running over what that meant. Was he not interested in anyone? Was there something he wasn’t saying?

Looking for something to change the subject before it became awkward, your eyes fell to your phone, flat against the table, and you started at the clock telling you it was 00:10. Somewhat grateful for the easy out, you picked it up and slipped it into your back.

“I’m going to head home, I have an early start tomorrow.”

“Can i walk you home?” Jamie felt a little dejected but wouldn’t pass up the chance to spend time with you just one on one. “I don’t mind leaving now?”

You were grateful and almost wished you could take him up on it. Maybe when you were alone you could ask him more about what he meant.

How badly you wanted to say yes. Yes to him walking you home and how you’d hope on the walk home you’d maybe have enough courage to invite him in and up to your bedroom. The experience with your ex still lingered and you never ever thought it would be Jamie Tartt of all people to make you want to throw your one rule out of the window.

But he wasn’t the Jamie of old. This Jamie was funny and caring, he’d bring you a tea every morning before training, he’d call you and he’d ask you to go do “intellectual stuff” with him when he was too self conscious to go himself. He’d run through ideas or tactics he had with you and even ask you to watch his highlight reels, not for vanity but because he wanted a fans opinion, he’d get you to come out to dinners with him when he was offered free food at restaurants and throughout all of this, you were just his friend, his loyal best friend, when you were internally screaming that you wanted him.

Realising you hadn’t said anything in a few seconds, you quickly found a response “you’re the best for offering but… Jan’s offered to drive me. He’s not been drinking so it’s fine. He’s dropping off Colin too if you need a lift, I can ask him? I’m sure he won’t mind?” You asked, hoping Jamie would accept and you’d just both get out at his or yours.

Jamie felt an uncomfortable twist in his stomach.

Of course. Jan. Were you going back to his? Did you talk to Jan the way you talked to him? What had happened to “I don’t date footballers” or was that just your way of telling him you’d never want him like he wanted you? There was a part of him screaming to retreat, make an excuse, go home, move on but Jamie didn’t want to do that. He wanted to ask you outright but he couldn’t push the words out. So he did neither and just sat there.

“It’s okay.” He said forcing a smile. “Someone has to look after Isaac. I’ll get a taxi”

“Are you sure? If you want we can-…”

“Hey. Are you ready?” the Dutch centre-back interrupted from the aisle between tables before Jamie could reply “Some of us need sleep.” He teased, pointing at Colin who was leaning to one side, almost asleep on Moe’s shoulder “and I don’t want him to sleep in my car. Last time I had to let him sleep on my sofa.”

You laughed and almost as if he heard his teammate Colin jolted awake muttering he was ready and reaching for his coat.

“Sure I’m ready.” You gave Jamie a hug as you stood up and he watched you go, wishing he’d gone with you the second you were gone.

Jamie had been on edge since it was confirmed that the semi final at Wembley would be against Man City. You knew it had to be related to his dad, to his old club, to how everything was building to such a point that he was wound so tight, you were surprised he hadn’t snapped like an elastic band.

In the fall out from the result to Man City and the altercation with his dad, Jamie had come to you before he’d boarded the bus. He hadn’t needed to say anything, it was all over his face. You could see it. Without even needing to ask, Ted had waved for you to get on the bus with the team. Usually the staff would travel separately if they went to games but in this moment, the coach didn’t question it.

You settled in beside Jamie and shifted so he could rest his head on your shoulder and carefully you reached around so you could put an arm around him too and used your other to take his hand and you would stay that way for the journey back to the training ground where the players had left their cars.

Even as you exited the coach, you could tell he was tense, and as you walked him to his car, you could barely hear him when he came out with it.

“Are you okay?” You asked him once he’d done explaining “I’m so sorry Jamie. Your dad really is a prick”

Before Jamie replied, he looked up and over you across the car park, his eyes caught those of his teammate.

“I, uh, I will be. Fresh air is doing me good. I think I need to go home and sleep.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Jamie. I’m not an idiot. You need to talk?”

He pushed a hand back through his hair and with one look in your eyes conceded with a nod

After driving back to his and getting into his house, Jamie dropped onto the sofa, not bothering to change out of the training kit he’d travelled in. You made him a decaf tea and took a spot next to him on his sofa and let him lean back on you as listened to him tell you everything

“Was that the first time you’d…”

“Hit him back?” Jamie’s eyes didn’t lift from the spot in the middle distance. “Yeah. Couldn’t really fight back as a kid.”

“I was going to say ‘seen him since you left…” you kept your arm around him, loosely tracing in a manner you hoped was soothing. “But I’d guess same answer.”

Jamie lifted his head off your shoulder for a second. “Erm…” His dad had contacted him a few times whilst he’d played for City. Mostly asking for free tickets, to meet the rest of the team and to get tours of the ground. Jamie had given in reluctantly on the first one and skirted around the final two. “Yeah… I guess he wasn’t arsed about me playing for Richmond. Cant brag about me if I’m in the Championship and he can’t be fucked getting the train down to London”

“Jamie.” You tried “you deserve so much better…He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” You reassured him “you’ve been amazing these past few months Jamie. The best you’ve played. I know you probably wouldn’t want him at Richmond but still…his loss”

“Only got him the tickets to get him off my back and he didn’t even fucking support me. Went in the City end. Don’t know what I was expecting”

You imagined that must have stung for him. His dad feigning an interest just to turn around and support the team playing against his son. His old club, to add insult to injury.

“How do you feel now?” You asked cautiously. “Must have been hard for you to stand up to him…given how long he’s been…like that for?”

“I mean… shit because he’s my dad but he doesn’t act like he is, but like…I don’t regret it or anything…I just got fucking shit of it yknow…slagging me off, the club off…putting me down in front of everyone…and he’ll show up next time, if we get promoted he’ll be after tickets again…”

“We’ll make sure he doesn’t get near. You never have to deal with that again Jamie. You shouldn’t have had to take it back then and you don’t now”

“Thanks.” He added on “For… not just staying here but…for like always having time for me and that.”

“I’ll always have time for you Jamie.”

***a few weeks later***

The yearly charity gala had come around fast and unlike last year, you had actually looked forward to it this year. In the weeks leading up to it, you’d picked out a new outfit including new shoes.

Jamie had agreed to pick you up, asking you the second you’d said you were going and you’d agreed. Since you’d spent the night at his, completely platonically, Jamie’s already overwhelming feelings towards you had grown even more and you showing up to a charity gala with his teammate was the last thing he wanted and even though he’d spent the entire day telling himself this wasn’t a date, he still felt nervous as he rang your doorbell.

The second you opened it, he couldn’t help but break out into a big smile “You look… really good.” He nodded “this new?”

“Thank you” you accepted his compliment, nodding as you stepped aside to let him in “So do you. Not auctioning yourself off tonight?”

“Nah I’m not feeling up for it this year.”

Your eyes scanned his suit before realising his tie was slightly off “Can I?” You pointed at it.

You waited for him to nod before stepping in to fix his tie, before realising it needed a re-do.

“You know I’ve not had to wear a tie since school, but I reckon I could do a better job of it than this.” You joked, pulling the knot by his neck and re opening the fabric.

“You wore your tie? Don’t think I went a week without forgetting mine.” Jamie laughed.

“I was Deputy Head Girl.” You felt a little bit red, like suddenly you were back at school being paired with the popular boy for a project. “Kinda had to.” You looped it around before sliding it into place.

You shook the thought from your head. This was Jamie. Your friend. He could date anyone he wanted, why would he go out with someone normal and ordinary.

Jamie watched you in concentration for a few seconds before he couldn’t help himself.

“He’s punching going out with you, you know” the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

He couldn’t help himself. Jamie didn’t mean it, at least, he didn’t mean it as it sounded. Jan was fine and of course he would be your exception to your rule. He seemed like he’d be your type. Still it stung. He wasn’t used to not getting the girls he liked…but maybe he should have expected it. You weren’t interested in the fame that attracted girls to athletes normally so of course you wouldn’t want him. You probably liked Jan because he was honest, funny and spoke three languages rather than the money and fame.

You stopped what you were doing, hands still on his tie, confused.

“What are you on about?”

“Yknow…Jan. You’re way too fit for him.”

“I’m not going out with Jan.”

You made sure it was centred before letting go of the fabric and suddenly aware of your close proximity, you stepped back.

“He takes you home and stuff…I figured you two were.”

“Shagging?” You came straight out with it, eyebrows raised

“Well…yeah?” He shrugged. “Ain’t you with him?”

Who’d have thought it. Jamie Tartt, who you’d considered the biggest arsehole you’d ever met a few months back, now being protective over you. It was weirdly quite sweet. Truth be told, you’d warmed to Jamie. A lot. If anyone had told you that last season you’d have thought they’d gone mad. When he’d left Richmond, you’d never even expected to see him in person again, let alone be friends with him.

“Jan’s just a friend…Didn’t realise anyone had noticed…also… surprised you remembered my…thing about footballers”

“I’m glad you’re not with him cause, yknow he’s…”

“Are you going to call someone else a prick?” Your head tilted to the side, hair falling with it. “Because if you are, that’s pretty fucking ironic.”

Jamie opened and closed his mouth, ready to reply when he saw you were half smiling.

“I’m messing with you...again” you teased and Jamie remembered the conversation he’d had with you outside the hotel in Manchester. Only this time you were looking at him differently. Back then you were looking at him like he was lost, now he’d swear you were… almost looking at him with affection.

“Nah, hes… he’s alright yknow just he’s not…” Jamie paused. He couldn’t say ‘not good enough’ because if Jan wasn’t the type of footballer you’d date, Jamie knew he definitely wouldn’t be. “Not who i picture you with.”

“Who do you picture me with?”

You were looking up at him, genuine interest on your face like you were waiting on a serious answer.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” The twisting in his stomach had been replaced and now the weight of relief, finding out you weren’t actually with Jan had lifted he didn’t know exactly what to say. With other girls he’d never had a problem asking them out but you? It was always different with you. “Just someone else.”

“Jamie…what’s going on?” you reached up and gently tilted his face so you could look at him. In spite of your confident action, your heart was hammering against your chest.

He let out a deep breath, eyes flickering over you for a moment, before he came out with it

“When I thought you were going out with Jan Maas. It was driving me mad.”

“Why?”

“I…I guess maybe I was jealous or something?”

“Thought you didn’t get jealous.” You’d heard all about his escapades with other women via the press and via various clips people had sent you of him on his TV show.

“I don’t not normally …” Jamie played with the cuff links absentmindedly. He sighed and looked down and then back up at you “I don’t wanna be like that anymore…I just,” he paused.

“Look” you said again “whatever you want to say… you can tell me…”

Jamie didn’t know what was holding him back. “I want to be the kind of guy you’d go out with, i don’t wanna disrespect you, and like I don’t want to ruin us being mates but…I really, really like you.”

“Jamie.” You laced your hand with his, feeling a swelling in your chest “I wish you’d told me sooner…You already are…you are the kind of guy I’d go out with.”

“What?”

“You are…the type of guy that I’d go out with.” You repeated with a reassurance in your voice “How could you not be? You’re sweet, you’re funny, you make me laugh…you listen…”

Jamie felt his heart hard against his chest, barely able to let your words sink in. “So if I asked you out? you’d go out with me?”

“Of course I will.” You squeezed his hand gently and as his shoulders relaxed and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he dropped his forehead to yours.

“I can’t believe Jamie Tartt was worried about asking me out. You’ve been out with like models and stuff…and it’s me that you were worried about.”

He sighed “Yeah but that’s why I like you…cause you’re you.”

Come on. Let’s go to this auction.”

“Together yeah?”

“Of course. Good job your shirt matches my outfit…or you’d have to change” you teased.

Cue when you walked in hand in hand, Jamie was greeted by about half the team congratulating him on you two finally getting it together, including Jan who’d found it hilarious that Jamie had thought something was going on between you too.

***

Jamie had, with the best intentions, planned a perfect evening. A few days after you’d accepted him asking you out, he’d booked a reservation at restaurant he knew you’d like as a surprise knowing that it was one you’d always walked by and remarked it looked nice but never got around to trying it .

Things had not gone as planned.

After you’d arrived at the restaurant, you’d found out they’d closed due to a leak in the kitchen, you’d suggested going to a local bar and had lasted all of fifteen minutes before a drunk man in a too tight t shirt had knocked his pint over you and staggered off without apologising much to your ire. Jamie had wanted to go after the man and tell him to apologise but you’d just wanted to leave. Only ten minutes after leaving, Jamie had been approached by a group of kids looking for pictures and autographs and only a few seconds later, the skies opened and despite trying to huddle under a canopy of a nearby, closed cafe, you got soaked. Jamie, whilst taking photos with the young kids gave you a mouthed sorry but you told him to carry on knowing it would make the kids day.

Once he was done, he jogged back over to you, now shivering slightly and offered you his coat as you ran back to his

“You look really fit in my stuff. You should keep them.” Jamie remarked as you flopped down next to him on the sofa, now wearing a oversized tee and joggers that he’d pulled out for you to wear whilst your actual outfit was in his washing machine.

“Sorry the date was shit.” He added on as he ran a towel over his damp hair.

“Could have been worse” you shrugged with a smile as you dried off your own hair. “I’ve had worse dates.”

He let out a sigh and laid back on the sofa “I just wanted to take you out some place dead nice.”

“Jamie...that’s so sweet but you don’t have to. I just like being with you.” You shifted closer to him and scooted under his arm to rest on his chest. “I don’t care if it’s at a restaurant or like this…”

“I promise we’ll go out somewhere proper next time.” He leant down and kissed you softly. Dating you made Jamie felt like he’d finally got everything he’d ever wanted, and he was kicking himself for not asking you out the second he realised he had feelings for you.

“I could do that all day” You muttered against his lips as you separated briefly.

He placed a hand on your cheek and brushed your hair back before kissing you again. “Don’t think we could do this in the restaurant.”

You smiled against his mouth “well we could but probably wouldn’t be allowed back…”

“Maybe we can go back when they’ve fixed the leak and try?” Jamie made a joke and you playfully swatted him before kissing him again.

“Oh, Im holding you to that…”

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Dating Jamie was so easy. Much easier than you’d thought. It was just like it was when you were friends but he’d always be taking your hand or wrapping an arm around you or kissing you…and of course you’d spend the night together rather than driving home after meeting up. When people had said date your best friend you’d never actually thought it could be possible.

Any fears or ghosts of your past that lingered over the bad experience with your ex were soon quashed by Jamie. Before you’d got together, you’d found it somewhat bittersweet that it was the former ladies man that you’d fallen for after swearing off dating footballers but now that you woke up to him every other morning and got to see him being the absolute perfect boyfriend to you, it just made sense.

So much so that eventually you’d caved and told him the name of the player you’d went out with before and Jamie had been thrilled to learn your ex was a goalkeeper and had made a promise to you he’d score against him.

You’d found it adorably sweet in the moment and incredibly hot when he followed through with his promise not once but twice, securing a brace and a win in the same game and making a big show of pointing at you and blowing a kiss into the stands. He’d almost been late in the next morning.

Jamie knew he loved you. Maybe it had started when you’d given him that chance in Manchester. You didn’t have to. If you’d told him to piss off, Jamie wouldn’t have blamed you but you hadn’t. You’d seen something in him, maybe believed in him deep down and now he was a better man, in part due to you.

The final game of the season was a whirlwind of emotions and knowing he’d be nervous for the game that could earn Richmond promotion back into the Premier League you’d snuck into the tunnel to see him just before he went out

“Good luck today babe.” You leant up and kissed him gently. “No matter what happens. I’m so proud of you, the player you are and the man you are.”

“Thanks” his eyes met yours “I, uh could have never done it without you.”

“Course you could. The talents all yours”

“I mean the…” Jamie paused, before looking at your shirt. He turned you around. “You’re wearing my shirt” he grinned at you and held up your arm so he could twirl you and see his name on your Richmond shirt. “Looks good on you”

“Course I am. Who else’s shirt would I wear.” You leant in and kissed him once more before the sound of the rest of the team approaching signalled it was time for you to go join the rest of the fans in the stands. “Smash it for me babe.”

Upon the final whistle, the coaching staff and bench descended on to the pitch to celebrate and you couldn’t help yourself.

You ran down to the barrier, dug into your bag to flash your work lanyard at a steward and ran on yourself, calling out to Jamie as you approached.

He caught you as you jumped into an embrace, quickly asking if he was okay after he was fouled in the lead up to Richmonds penalty. Jamie nodded.

“Yea yeah I’m fine babe. I’ve never been happier.” He looked breathless, a mixture of excitement, energy and adrenaline from the game.

“I love you Jamie.”

He kissed you deeply, passionately, caught up in the moment and not caring about the thousands of surrounding people, happy to be celebrating with you and the team.

“I love you. Next year I’m going to win you the whole thing”

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Pictures ||2|| - Danny Johnson

You left a surprise for Danny, now it’s time for his reaction.

Part 1

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED TO FIX ANY MISTAKES.

Warnings: Danny’s still a perv, MORE picture-taking, fucking in a trial, Danny simply being himself, threats of being caught, afab reader.

Before you begin reading I’d just like to thank ALL of you for the amount of attention this got. For someone who’s only written smut like, twice, I was honestly expecting a terrible outcome. Seriously though, thank you!

His knife snug in the back of Jonah, Danny grabs a fistful of the victim's hair and pulls out his camera. He had barely any selfies with the mathematician, so this had better be a good one. He lifts up Jonah's head, readying his camera to catch both him and the unlucky survivor.

But, as he tried to take the selfie, no flash emitted from his camera. Danny huffs, flipping his camera over only to be met with 'no storage remaining'. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it. Here he is, in a realm full of killers, killers with supernatural abilities, and a group of people he can kill over and over yet here he was completely out of camera storage. There was no way he took that many pictures of you, right? He got a little... distracted halfway through his photoshoot.

He shoves his camera back into his pocket, the now useless device simply fading in his pocket and reappearing somewhere in his shack. He'd check his storage once the trial was over. He rolls his eyes under his mask as the entity brought an end to the trial. His vision went dark, and he soon found himself back at his shack. Upon entering, he saw his red, horned mask on his cot as well as his camera and a note.

“What the hell..?" Danny takes his mask off, tossing it aside. He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the items on his bed with a raised brow. The only people who've ever been inside of his shack are Frank, Amanda, and Ji-Woon... there's no reason for any of them to mess with his stuff and leave a note for him. Danny approaches his cot and picks up the note, his face going red as he read the note.

'Check the camera for a surprise, stalker. Also, you're alot louder than you think.'

-y/n

Danny groans, running a hand through his hair and re-reading the note until he was sure he had read it correctly. How had he, Danny Johnson, been caught? Maybe this was a trick… Frank knew about his obsession with you, maybe this was all just a fucking prank. Danny set the note down and grabbed his camera, turning it on and opening his camera roll.

“Holy shit..." Upon opening his camera roll, he was met with pictures of you on his cot, his red mask on your face as the hand not holding his camera was busy with your pussy. As he scrolled though the pictures, he could feel blood rushing to his dick as your hand went from playing with your clit to your middle and pointer finger buried knuckle-deep inside your wet cunt. Danny could feel his cock strain in his pants, his gaze locked onto his camera as he studied each and every photo. As he reached the end of the shoot, a groan leaving him as he saw the last photo; his mask resting on your chest as your back arched. Your mouth hung open in an 'o' shape.

Danny could feel his obsession with you grow stronger, the need to feel you—to make you his growing stronger with each photo he saw. He now knew you wanted him too, and the urge to claim you had finally become irresistible. The next time he saw you, no matter where it was, he was going to fuck you until his cum was practically overflowing your cunt. Maybe he'd force your teammates to watch so he could show them who you belong to.

Your next trial with him was going to be an interesting one for sure.

You had just finished washing your hair in the entity's pond when the all too familiar black fog wrapped around your legs, your head growing heavier and heavier until it had become too much for you to handle and you went toppling to the ground.

You awoke on the first story of Dead Dawg Saloon, the sound of the pianist-less piano pulling you back into consciousness. You had a strange feeling about this trial, stranger than normal. Maybe the killer had brought a hex? You knew you should be finding gen, but if the killer did have a hex, then cleansing it could change the entire outcome of the trial. You knew a totem could occasionally appear in a back room of the saloon, and so you run a hand through your hair and make your way there.

Just as you had suspected, a hex sat in the corner of the room, the black holes of the skulls staring through you. You still felt strange, but you shook off your unease and began cleansing the totem. The feeling ran down your spine, growing stronger despite you cleansing the hex. You tried to convince yourself that the killer had another hex, or brought a strong offering, but you knew deep down that it was something worse. You try your best to ignore your paranoia and turn to leave the room.

“Cleansing my totems already, Dollface?"

A gloved hand grabs your waist, the other roaming up and down your body. The voice and gloves belonged to none other than Danny, who was already grinding himself against you. You felt a pang of relief when you realized it was him, Leaning your head back against his shoulder. He must've seen the pictures, his cock already hard as it pressed against your ass.

“Did you enjoy your surprise?" You ask, chuckling when Danny lets out a low groan and presses his bulge against your ass. It strained uncomfortably against his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to pin you down on the table and fill you with his cum. "Loved it, Sweetheart. But you know what I'd love a lot more?" You turn around, facing Danny and cupping the plastic mask in your hands. You smile, gazing into the black eyeholes of the mask.

“What?"

“You, Dollface."

You pull his mask aside enough to reveal his mouth, ghosting your lips against his. "Then take me." In an instant, Danny's lips smashed against yours. God, he needed you. He backed you up against the table, pushing you down against it without breaking the kiss. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, pulling down his hood in order to bury your fingers in his thick, black hair. The need for air breaks the kiss, but it wasn't long until Danny pulled you back in, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You smirk against his lips, earning a growl from Danny. "Don't tease me, Baby. I promise you do not want to do that." His hands slither down your body until they reach your ass, his fingers gripping you with enough force to cause you to gasp, his tongue immediately invading your mouth. You fought for dominance, Danny easily winning that battle and exploring your mouth with his tongue until he had to pull away to catch his breath.

“Always knew you'd leave your teammates to do all the gens just so you could get filled to the brim with my cum. Such a little tease, too. I'll tell you again Dolly," Danny leans down, his hot breath hitting your ear. "You tease me, you pay the price. Got it?" You smirk, nodding. "I wouldn't dream of it, Ghostie."

“Save 'Ghostie' for when the mask stays on." And with that, Danny removes his mask and tosses it aside haphazardly. He was everything you wanted in a man—straight black hair that was ruffled from being in a hood all the time, bright blue eyes that gave contrast to the rest of his looks as well as his personality, and pale skin that was in desperate need of a few hickeys. He chuckles at your reaction, his thumb brushing over your chin. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

“Give me your camera, then." You grab Danny by his hair, lifting his head up and kissing a mole that sat right where his adam's apple was. He let out a groan, pushing you back down against the table. "I've warned you one too many times, y/n.” Danny steps away from you, his eyes roaming over your perfect body. "Clothes off, now. Once they're off I want you on the table." You nod, slipping your shirt off as quickly as you could. Danny stood there watching as you undress, undoing his cloak at a painfully slow rate. You were fully undressed and on display for Danny and he was still half dressed. Yes, he was attractive, and his toned chest had you begging for him, but he was going way too slow.

“Hurry it up, Danny. They've already done two generators." He scoffs, taking a step closer to you. "You teased me, and I specifically told you not to. Actions have consequences, doll.” Danny glances down at your exposed sex, clicking his tongue. “Look how wet you are for me, maybe one day I'll pull you into a locker with me and taste that pretty pussy. For now, I need to fuck you." Your pussy clenched around nothing as Danny spoke, the thought of him taking you in any way imaginable causing you to moan and lean back against the table, which you had gotten on top of the second the last of your clothes hit the ground.

After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his cloak and tossed it aside, now standing inches away from you in nothing but a pair of grey boxers. You knew from the video you had found that he certainly wasn't small, but seeing his bulge strain against his boxers made you realize he was a lot bigger than you had thought.

“What? Didn't expect my dick to be this big? Heh, would I really record myself getting off if it was small?" You roll your eyes and watch as Danny hooks a finger in his underwear, pulling them down just enough for you to see the base of his cock.

“How y' feeling, Dollface?" Danny asks, exposing more and more of his cock as he stepped closer to you until he was as close as he could get. "Like I'll take your knife and kill you myself if you don't fuck me already." Danny chuckles, letting his boxers fall to his ankles before kicking them away. "Perfect." He places his hands on either side of your head, his gaze roaming your body once more. "God, your tits are huge. Hard, too. So needy... What were you imagining while you fucked yourself in my shack?" Danny runs a hand down your side, stopping it dangerously close to your cunt.

You grind your hips upwards in an attempt to feel any form of friction, but Danny simply pins your hips down onto the table. He wanted an answer before he fucked you senseless, and he knew he was going to get one. "I-" You start, your breath hitching as Danny drags his fingers lower, stopping them just above your clit.

“I-I imagined you pounding into me without even stretching me out first, taking pictures of your dick buried inside of me." Danny nods, his fingers finally running over your clit. You gasp, grabbing Danny's arm. "And?" He adds, stilling his fingers.

“You left marks all over me, touching me everywhere I've ever wanted to be touched." Your words elicit a groan from Danny, his fingers gathering your slick before rubbing teasingly slow circles around your clit. You whine, your hips involuntarily pressing against his hand. "That's a good girl, already so sensitive and I've barely even touched you. You want me to fuck you just how you imagined? You want me to shove my thick cock in that tight pussy without even prepping you?" You nod, unable to form words as Danny's fingers worked wonders on your sex.

"Gonna need you to say it out loud, Dollface." Danny winks, pulling his fingers away, met with a pitiful whine from you as your hips twitch and thighs clench. He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking up the juices that had gathered on his digits.

“God yes, Danny! Please, I need you so fucking bad! Ple- DANNY~!" Your begging was interrupted as Danny shoves his thick cock into you, his head lulling back as a loud groan escapes his lips. He thrusts into you at a fast pace, your walls clenching around him with each thrust. “Fuck, y/n, you feel so good. So goddamn tight." Danny buries his face in your neck, sucking and kissing your skin until he had marks running down your neck and all the way to your collarbone. Your fingers dug into his back, only adding to Danny's pleasure.

“F-Faster, Danny—ngh, please!" Danny only grunts before beginning to slam into you at a near inhuman pace, the sound of skin slapping skin and moans filling the saloon. The table rattled underneath you, but neither of you paid any mind to it.

You were sure the other survivors had caught onto what you were doing, saying as the generator on the balcony had been completed, but you didn't care. The feeling of Danny's cock plowing into you, his lips pressed against your body, and his hand reaching down to rub at your clit was more than enough to distract you from the thought of being caught.

Suddenly, he takes his hand away and slows his pace. Your head jerks up to look at him, being met with Danny holding his hand out as if he was waiting for something to be placed in it. "Wha-?" He shuts you up with a kiss, pulling away to reveal a new camera which had somehow gotten in his hand.

“Thank the entity for that one, Dollface. Seems she wants this as bad as we do." He chuckles, planting a quick kiss to your lips before returning to the pace he had before, now using his free hand to capture pictures of his cock buried deep with you. Your back arches and you let out a half-moan, half-scream when Danny hits a place deep within you, your moment of immense pleasure no doubt being captured by his camera.

“Yes! Right there! Oh my god, fuck!" Your words soon become nothing more than moans and chantings of Danny's name, the killer leaning down to moan into your ear. He wasn't quiet, he saw no need in suppressing how you made him feel. Loud moans and grunts left him with each thrust, your name leaving his mouth over and over like a broken record. "Shit... I'm not gonna last much longer, y/n. I-fuck, need to fill you up."

“I-I'm close, Danny!" Danny's forehead rests on yours, his eyes closed as yours rolled back as the pleasure began to overwhelm you. "Cum with me, Dollface. Cum all over my cock." Danny lifted your legs, tossing one on his shoulder while the other wrapped around his waist. He somehow hit a place deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. Tears of pleasure well in your eyes as the knot in your abdomen begins to grow. Danny was dangerously close too, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he sets the camera aside and grips your hips tightly.

“I'm gonna cum, y/n! Cum with me- fuck, cum with me!" Your back arches as Danny slams into you one last time, releasing his seed deep inside of you. You reach your peak and scream Danny's name as you cum, your cunt clenching around him as your release flooded through you. You could hear his camera snapping pictures of you.

Danny fucked you through your high, pumping his cum as deep into you as he could. Once you both came down from your high, Danny stopped moving and captured your lips with his. This kiss was much more passionate than the last, filled with nothing but complete adoration for you and your body. He pulls away and pulls out, a trickle of his cum leaking out of you and dripping onto the table.

“You felt so good, Dollface." Danny's hand stroked your cheek and he moved to lay next to you, his legs dangling off of the table. You could see something in his eyes that you had never seen before, a softness that had your cheeks heating up. "So did you, Danny."

“From the way you were screaming my name I assumed I did."

“Oh, shut the hell up."

“You love me, Dollface." His comment had you stuttering for a response, getting a chuckle from Danny as he reached down and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. He was right, you really did love him. You didn't want to admit that you, a survivor, loved a killer, but you could no longer avoid the truth. He talked to you in trials, gave you hatch if he could, and never seemed too keen on killing you. He was a complete 180 from the Danny every other survivor talked about.

“And you love me too." You respond, hoping snd praying to whatever was listening that he truly did. Was Danny Johnson capable of love? That even he didn't know until he met you. He didn't want to kill you, which was a red flag from the start. But, as time went on, he began to realize...

“I really do, Dollface."

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The Only Thing That Matters

Prompt (from kofi commission): Easton’s birth!

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warnings: angst, smut, childbirth, minors dni

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It unusual for the two to fight.

They weren't a couple who participated in pointless power struggles or irrational debates, just occasionally get annoyed with one another, if that.

It was unfortunate that one of their first major argument was occuring when they had so many exciting events happening in their lives.

College graduation was looming over them, after months of studying for exams, it was nearly time to take the finals.

Harry wasn't concerned about studying, finals weren't important to him, not with the draft ceremony only two days away.

YN had never seen Harry so high-strung or stressed out - he was usually very carefree and not worried about a single thing enough to make him on edge like he has been for the past few weeks.

His nose wasn't buried deep in his textbook for sports management, no, it was constantly on his phone to read articles and watch videos about the upcoming event and experts opinion on who was going to be first pick.

YN was not quite sure why he was so anxious, nearly 99.9% of predictions were that he was going to be the first choice.

It wasn't a secret he was already to be predicted to be one of the best players of all time, of course he was going to be picked first - any team would be idiotic not too.

It was the pressure that Harry was getting from every aspect of his life, his coaches, teammates, and the media.

The most upsetting part of this was that Harry had become so overly stressed out and pressured that he was drawn thin - he was constantly between working out, practicing, photoshoots, and interviews for ESPN and Sports Center.

YN can't remember the last time that he had gotten more than four hours of sleep, other than their 'date night' which was a evening they set baseball and studying aside to watch a movie with the promise of sex afterwards - especially because that wasn't happening quite as much with how exhausted Harry was.

However, not even fifteen minutes into the movie, he had his head tucked into the crook of YN's neck and was snoring softly with his shower-fluffy hair tickling her cheek.

She couldn't be upset because she knew how tired he must be, especially if he turned down sex because that had literally never happened before.

It wasn't anything they couldn't manage together, they tried to end up at least sleeping in the same bed at the end of the night - almost exclusively at the frat.

It wasn't until a day before they was going to fly from North Carolina to Miami for the ceremony and following festivities that things started to go wrong.

YN had three, yes, three final papers plus an article for a journalism class. The other two of her classes were comprehensive exams that took a lot of studying of all the information they learned in a semester.

Not to mention the journalism article that had been taking endless hours of research, interviews, and deep diving into archives of the library to get done.

It was always planned that YN would go with him, of course she would, he wouldn't rather have anyone else there to support him.

Not to be dramatic, but Harry knew that he would be marrying YN after the second date, it was just a matter of time before he bought her a ring.

He actually already had a plan of how he was going to propose.

After his first game in the major leagues, he would bring her out onto the field, just the two of them, and get down on one knee - fireworks lighting the sky right afterwards.

But plans rarely turn out that way.

YN had just stayed up for nearly sixteen hours straight, switching between studying flashcards and typing away viciously at one of the many papers.

Her lids were heavy, making it more difficult to blink at the bright screen, her stomach was in knots so she hadn't eaten recently.

Harry had been at a meeting with his management team, there was a lot of coordination that went into making sure everything went smoothly.

It had been an itching thought in the back of her mind that she wasn't possibly going to be able to go to Miami, not with everything due but she was still praying she could get it done.

Then that dream was obliterated into tiny, nonrepairable shards when her laptop died - unexpectedly.

She hadn't realized that the charger was not pushed in enough to provide the power to do so, which meant that she had just lost nearly four hours of work that her groggy mind had not saved.

Still hopeful, she quickly plugs it back in and pulls up her document again - only to be confronted with the thousands of words she was missing from her writing.

Fuck.

YN can't do anything for a moment but let her head drop in her hands and internally scream at the situation.

Tears build up from the frustration, the disappointment, but also the realization that she is definitely not going to be able to go to Miami.

Harry had been so excited, he'd been talking about bringing YN with him since they first started dating - over two years ago.

She knew he had set up dinner reservations, a couples massage, went out of his way to make this special for her despite the fact that the trip was supposed to be for him.

YN knew she needed to prioritize her education, she knew that Harry was her soulmate and she hoped they would get married soon but nothing in life was guaranteed.

She didn't work hard all of her life to get a good education just to be a trophy wife, she needed to be able to support herself if she had to be on her own.

Harry had also been on edge even more so than lately and YN knew this news wasn't going to make the situation any better.

The night unfortunately does not go any better after this.

Harry opens the door to her dorm room, his hair is damp from a locker room shower and his shirt is sticking to his skin from putting it on before he was completely dried off.

He had his practice duffel over his shoulder and an annoyed expression decorating his face, not the usual puppy dog excitement when he sees her after a long day.

"Why are you here?" Harry asks abruptly, voice rough from a long day of yelling - he doesn't drop his bag or make any effort to make himself comfortable.

YN looks at him, perplexed, why wouldn't she be in her own dorm room?

He sees the confusion on her face, huffing out like he's impatient he has to explain it to her, "I texted you like six times to meet me at the frat. I'm tired and don't want to sleep on your tiny bed. C'mon."

She didn't appreciate the attitude that was interwoven between his words.

She could understand and appreciate that he was stressed up but it didn't mean she had to put up with the backlash of it.

"I can't tonight, H. My computer died and I lost almost an entire essay that is due," YN explains, pushing back her chair from the desk so she can spin around and cross her arms to let him know that she meant business.

"Just come do it at the frat," Harry states, like it's the obvious solution, "I'm tired and I'm not tryin' to have a back and forth with you."

YN's eye bug at him in disbelief, scoffing as she says,"Then sleep by yourself tonight. It's too insane to concentrate over at the frat. I need to get this done."

"We need to talk about the trip," Harry replies, his tongue kissing the back of his teeth, "Figure out the details."

She takes a deep breath, it's not ideal to tell him right now when he's already crabby but she didn't want the guilt weighing on her for any longer than necessary.

"I'm not going to be able to go," YN's voice softened, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes as she looks down at her feet to avoid the hurt flashing across his face.

"What?" Harry drops his bag and strides over, he kneels in front of her, finger coming under her chin so he can make eye contact, "Darling, I've been a bit short lately. I'm just-"

She stops him with her finger brushing against his plush lips, "It has nothing to do with that. I just don't have enough time to finish all these finals if I go this weekend. I have to put school first."

Harry's eyes narrow, nearly into slits as he processes what she's telling him, pushing back to stand up, "I want you to come with me."

"I want to finish my college degree that I worked my ass off for," YN bites back, tears boiling over as anger sweeps through her body at his stubbornness.

"Why are you acting like you're going to actually need to work?" Harry asks in true bewilderment, "I'm estimated to be the highest paid player ever and this is what you're worried about?"

YN grinds her teeth because he is being so fucking obtuse right now, "I need my own livelihood, incase things dont work out. I'm not saying they won't but I need to be able to stand on my own."

"What the fuck are you even talkin' about?" He replies with more frustration than she's ever heard out of him off-field, "You know we're going to be together. I'll always support you, even if something happens."

YN throws her hands up in agitation, "I can't believe that you're being so dense. You care more about me attending this event than graduating from college. Do you even hear yourself?"

"Do you just not want to go?" Harry accuses as he stands back up and straightens his back - rigid and cold, "You should have been more responsible and had them done by now. Not acting surprised when they're due. You've known about Miami since last summer."

"I am so supportive of you, literally even second of the day. I don't appreciate your lack of understanding about this," YN tells him, trembling with a mixture of agitation and desperation for him to understand.

"Because I need you there with me!" Harry booms, louder than he's ever been with her, "I don't understand how you can't bloody see it! I literally planned three days of shit for us to do afterwards from massages to rooftop dinners and you're now refusing to go because a fucking essays you poorly prepared for."

A sense of guilt starts to sink into her stomach.

Even though she was angry at him for the way he's reacting to the news, she understands how much he must be hurting that she isn't going with him.

"Harry, your mom and Gemma are going. It's not like you'll be going alone," YN tries to remind him but his jaw is clenched and eyes fiery - past the point of conversation or reasoning.

"Right. Well fuck me for wanting the woman I want to spend my life by my side during the most improtant night of my life," He replies with a disgusting amount of sarcarsm laced through his words.

"You're being unreas-" She tries to argue but is cut off by his loud tone again.

"You know what. Have fun writing your essays. I'll see you when I get back from Miami," He cuts her off before slinging his duffel back over his shoulder and heading towards the door.

YN has tears streaming down her cheeks as she watches her boyfriend.

He glances back at her before leaving, reminding her, "I love you, more than anything but right now I am so fucking furious with you."

And then the door shuts louder than necessary.

YN finds herself wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweatshirt constantly through the night as she trudges through the essays.

She half expects Harry to come back, apologize and just hold her for a bit, maybe even a text message but nothing comes and that's how she knows he's more angry with her than he's ever been.

Miami was only a day away and her heart shattered when she realized that Harry had no plans on seeing her that day before he left.

YN ends up drifting off to sleep with her head resting in her arms at her desk, only barely conscious at some point to move to her small bed.

Harry is always the first one to text in the morning because he's always up the earliest because of his beginning of day workouts.

When YN rouses from her sleep, disoriented and just feeling off, out of habit she grabs her phone to text her boyfriend - realizing that he hadn't sent her one.

A wave of nausea hit her at that moment, having her flee from her bed to the bathroom to empty her stomach into the toilet bowl.

She stays there for at least fifteen minutes, trying to breathe through the turning of her stomach.

It ebbs after awhile, allowing YN to jump in the shower and clean herself up, she just felt absolutely awful - emotionally and physically.

YN chalked it up to the stress, the fighting, the amount of work she still had sitting ahead of her at laptop.

Throughout the day, YN checks on Harry through their 'Find My Friends', he's busy from his location changing to the stadium, gym, across town at his manager's office, talking to scouts, and she knows he's not purposely ignoring her except for via phone.

YN found herself running to the bathroom once more around noon due to her stomach just churning but she figured that the stress of everything was really getting to her.

Quite a few mornings over the past week and half, she'd been waking up with an upset stomach because of all the pressure of the semester coming to an end.

Since then, she'd been cautiously sipping on a ginger ale and trying to get her nerves under control so that it didn't happen again.

She can't lie and say that she isn't constantly checking her phone to see if Harry has texted her or called - she would be shocked if he actually left for Florida without another word to her, that would be too out of character for him.

And she's right.

It's nearly nine at night, her bum hurts from being sat at her desk for the whole day and there's still so much more work to do.

There's a knock at her door, a bit harsh, and she knows exactly that it's her annoyed boyfriend.

YN gets up to unlock the door, she's relieved because she thinks that he's forgiven her and he finally understands why she can't go.

Instead when she swings open the door, Harry who looks dead on his feet doesn't make a move to come in - his shoulders are broad and tense, he looks unhappy.

"Hi," YN starts but doesn't get her full greeting out before being interrupted.

"Did you finish all your work?" Harry asks bluntly, raspy and sharp, "It shouldn't have taken you more than the day, right?"

"H," She replies softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I really really am. I just can't go. It’s not all going to be done by tonight.”

Harry swallows harshly, jaw flexing as he processes her words, "I can't believe you. You know how important this is to me, how important you are to me. Can't believe you're really fuckin' doing this to me."

YN has never seen Harry this upset with her.

Sure, she sees him rage and act like an absolute nightmare on the field but when it came to them - they'd really fought, sure they got annoyed with each other but not like this.

"Harry, you're acting like I am purposely not wanting to go!" YN exclaims with a tinge of fire, her tone raising just the slightest at the offense.

"You know what, have fun with your papers. I'm glad that all your stuff is so much more important than me," He bites back, his eyes are livid and his voice is louder than hers now.

"Yes, I am so sorry I think it's more important to graduate college than go to Flroida for a weekend," YN replies sarcastically, her hand squeezing the doorknob.

"You bloody know I'm going to be first round pick! You fuckin' know I'll be making so much money I won't ever have to worry. Neither will you because it will be your money too!" Harry huffs out, his anger rising as his neck starts to flush pink.

"It's not just about money, H. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. You're being unreasonable," She shakes her head, truly though, she justs wants to give him a hug and tell him she's sorry for letting him down.

Harry just stares at her for a moment, deciding his next words before saying, "I'm being unreasonable? I think it's pretty fuckin' reasonable why I'm upset but you've made up your mind apparently. Have a great weekend."

The last sentence was coated in a fake happiness before he's pushing off the doorframe and turning on his heel.

YN slams the door to get across the point that she's not in the wrong and she's just as angry with him.

When she finally shuts her laptop screen, it's late and she has a headache - she misses her boyfriend because this is the longest they've went without talking and she just wanted to sleep in the same bed as him.

But they’re both stubborn, she isn't going to fold on this one because she knows she is making the right choice for herself.

YN can't believe she forgot to set an alarm because when she finally blinks her eyes open - the now familiar nauseous rolling through her, it's nearly noon.

Harry would already be in Miami, getting his tailored suit on, and nearly ready to head towards the stadium for the event with his mother and sister.

As for YN, she's hunched over the toilet before she can even move to open her laptop to start her next paper.

When the pains in her stomach subside, over dry heaving due to her not even eating anything yesterday - she opens the lid of her laptop to finish her final paper for Sports & Media Journalism.

She opens another tab on her browser to pull up ESPN live television to watch the coverage on the draft pick - she wasn't going to miss watching Harry just because she was cross with him.

When she finds what she's looking for, she hits her volume as an advertisement plays across the screen for leak-proof tampons.

Her stomach sinks clear into the floor of her dorm room because something clicks inside her head that she hasn't had hers yet this month and she has been nauseous most mornings.

There's no way.

Is there?

Actually, maybe.

Now that she thinks back to about two months ago.

YN had usually taken her birth control pills religiously- rarely ever missed one or forgot to set an alarm to take it.

However, it was spring break and they were staying at Anne's house for nearly a week and they were both admittedly lax.

Harry and her had been sleeping in until mid-morning, sometimes into the afternoon, and lazing around by the pool or cuddled up watching movies.

It was a rare time he got a break from baseball.

YN usually took her pill as soon as she got up in the morning but sleeping in with her warm, sleep-soft boyfriend who wrapped himself around her like a vine was much more tempting than an alarm clock.

She knew better but hadn't thought much of it when she took her pills later than normal that whole week, notably forgetting to take them one of the days they were there and not realizing until they got home.

It didn't seem like a big deal at the time.

And YN knows exactly which time may had got her pregnant - if she was.

YN meant to remind Harry to pull out, he normally didn't have to because she was so responsible with the pill.

She meant to let him know that he should because she hadn't been that week and she should probably get back on track before he does.

It was the night they got home from Anne's, in Harry's frat bedroom because despite how horny Harry had been that whole week - the house was entirely too small for them to have sneaky sex.

The walls were thin, Anne's room was right next to theirs, and the room Gemma was in was on the other side - blocking them in.

The bedroom door didn't have a lock and had a tendency to drift open if there was a draft in the house.

Harry pouted like a little boy the whole time, begging YN to sneak into the bathroom with him or "Please baby, just give me your mouth."

But Harry can't shut up when he's receiving any kind of pleasure and the last thing YN wanted to do was get caught by his mother or sister in the act.

And so, when they got home from Anne's, Harry had carried their suitcases up to his room in the frat, taking the stairs by two in his haste - it was on.

As soon as they both were in his bedroom, he slammed the door shut so hard that the wood was trembling against its post and the metal of the doorknob was shaking in protest.

Harry lifted YN up, making her squeak in surprise as he sat her on his dresser - his lips capturing hers and his tongue pushing into her mouth without the patience to ask permission.

His hands were everywhere, acting like he's fucking starving as he barely breaks their kiss to yank her shirt and bra off of her, none to gently.

"Missed this perfect fuckin' body," Harry growled under his breathe as he roughly cups her breasts to bring to his mouth where he begins to nip and suck on her hardening nipples.

"Shit, H. It's only been a week," She giggles breathily as she yanks at the roots of his hair - making him moan through the sharp pain - slicking up her chest with his tongue.

"Need you everyday though," He emphasized as he pulls back to admire the marks he was leaving all over the softness of her breasts, "S'never enough, got the best cunt I've ever had."

YN gives his curls one more tug, enough his head bends a bit as she posessively murmurs, "Only one you've ever had, you brat."

Harry looks up from her tits with a toothy smile and sugary soft eyes as he presses their lips back together, "Yeah, yeah it is. S'cause you're my person, right? Been waiting my whole life to give it you."

"Don't have to charm me, already got me. C'mon," YN rolls her eyes, bringing their lips back together as his fingers curl into the waistband of her yoga pants and begin to pull them down - kneeling as he goes, lips trailing down her belly until she’s moaning with satisfaction as he licks up her center.

YN remembers only realizing they shouldn't have done that after the fact, when they're already in the shower cleaning themselves up.

She had brushed it off because she thought the likelihood of something happening was so low - she is starting to think that she is poorly mistaken.

YN doesn't realize that she is physically trembling until she's jolted from her stupor by Harry's name being announced over the speakers of her laptop.

She had zoned out, missed his whole introduction because when she looks back at the computer screen, she sees her devastatingly handsome boyfriend shaking hands with a few men before being handed a New York Yankees jersey.

Holy shit.

As she watches him accept his new team, his life is changed, he is moving forward to be successful as expected - he’s smiling widely on the screen, eyes twinkling, and they cut to Gemma and Anne tearful with pride for him.

YN was struck with fear that she just ruined something for him, scratch that not just something, she’s just ruined everything for him.

They were so so young.

Just starting their lives as adults and they were only twenty!

She had a mixture of confusing emotions stirring in her belly but before she tried to delve into those, she knew she shouldn't get ahead of herself before she took a test.

In her haze, she leaves her phone at home when she heads out to go to the drugstore - she picks one further off campus in hopes of no one paying any mind to her.

However, as she tucks the boxes into the crook of her arm, she hears someone calling her name and she freezes in surprise.

Niall is jogging up to her, a smile wide on his face, "Thought you'd be in Florida. New York Yankees, huh?"

He takes in her deer-in-headlights expression before his eyes dart down to the boxes that boldy indicate what they are and his eyes dart back up quickly.

"Please," YN whispers, feeling tears pool up in her eyes, she really didn't want to cry but she felt like this couldn't get worse, "I'm going to tell him bu-"

Niall cuts her off, his face soft and concerned, hand coming to her shoulder, "Hey, no tears, yeah? M'not gonna tell. It's your business, not anyone elses. Do you need anything?"

YN smiles watery, she loved Niall, he was such a good friend to both of them but she shakes her head and he tags along without asking any questions when she goes to check out.

When she gets back to her room, the event is still up on her computer and there is a decent amount of picks that have gone through already.

YN can hear her phone vibrating on her desk, she runs over - all her missed call notifications popping up, signaling that Harry had tried to call her multiple times in the past hour.

"Hello?" She asks into the phone, if she was in her right mind - she would have already realized that she should have called him and congratulated him on his achievement but she’d forgotten her phone.

"You're that fuckin' cross with me that you're not even going to call and tell me congratulations?" Harry bites out angrily before adding, "Been sitting 'ere, waiting for my phone to ring and nothing. Not one fuckin' word from you."

YN's mouth gaped open for a second in surprise, his voice was raised and sharp, it had a rumble that was from deep in his chest.

"I meant to call but -" YN tried to gather her thoughts, her mind was going every which way right now as she stared at the bright pink and blue patterns on the boxes in front of her.

"But what? There's literally no bloody excuse for you not to call me!" Harry bites out, his mouth sounds much too close to the receiver and she can hear muffled noises in the background.

"I'm-“

"Whatever, I'm not going to sit on the phone and listen to excuses. I needed you here and you didn't come. I bet you didn't even watch it, did you?" Harry accuses angrily, a tremble in the strain to keep his voice at a low volume, like there were people around.

"I did watch it," YN replies but she knows that she sounds dull, unexcited, numb because she's more concerned that she's about to ruin the life he just began than arguing over a phone call.

"Don't sound so thrilled," Harry scoffs - calling her bluff but the hurt is laced through his words, "Whatever. I'm not going to sit here and beg you to be happy for me all because of a little fight. I can’t believe you.”

Then the line goes dead.

YN feels like she's going to throw up.

She snatches up the boxes, going into the bathroom, and is ripping every single white plastic test out of the packaging before laying them next to the sink in preparation.

She had chugged a massive amount of water that she had purchased at the drugstore on her way home - which could have also contributed to her upset stomach.

YN stares at them for a long moment, she doesn't think her heart has ever raced so fast in her life because this will change the course of not only her future but Harry's too.

She sits down, does what she needs to do then reapplies the caps and places them on the counter as she sets her timer for three minutes.

YN tries to keep her mind blank but it isn't working - she knows Harry wants kids, wants kids with her but she also feels like this might ruin his dreams - getting this dream job and then dealing with the weight of the responsibility of a baby he didn't plan for with the woman he would resent because of it.

The shrill timer has her jumping from the edge of her bed, legs feeling like absolute gelatin as they drag her to the tiny dorm bathroom.

She looks at herself in the mirror, trying to convince herself that they'll be negative but when she darts her eyes down - they're all blaring the same word to her.

Pregnant.

YN's breath caught as she picked them up and examined the one with just the lines further before she let herself exhale, steadying her breathing.

She instinctively puts a hand to where her baby is being homed, a new emotion that she's never felt in her life crashes over her like a tsnaumi.

It was a warm, honeyed mixture of love, fierce protectiveness, and awe of what she and Harry had unknowingly created with their love.

Harry.

YN doesn't know what to do.

She doesn't know how he's going to take it.

YN rushes to her phone, picking it up to ring him and it only rings two or three times before he's sending her to voicemail and ignoring it.

It doesn't deter her, she's calling once, twice, three times before he finally answers out of annoyance of her persistence.

"What could you possibly want from me right now?" Harry growls in frustration over the line, a tone she’s never head him use with her, "Humor me."

YN freezes in panic, this isn't how she wants to tell him when he's already so angry with her.

What if he was planning on breaking up with her?

"I-I'm sorry," YN chokes outs, she feels like she might hyperventilate with the stress coursing through her body, the calmness that was there a minute ago disappearing, "I-I'm sorry."

There's a short pause.

"Baby," Harry breathes out, the softness that she's used to seeping into his tone, "Are you okay? I-"

"I can't-" YN stammers, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing harshly, "I...I can't do this right now."

YN makes a rash decision, she hangs up the phone and presses the side button until the screen fades to black.

Then she's setting it on her desk, ignoring the fact that Harry is most likely desperately trying to call her back.

She couldn't fight with him anymore right now, not when she was having to process that she was growing another human inside of her.

YN feels the exhaustion of the past week and a half of morning sickness, sleep deprivation from finals, and arguments with Harry hit her like a ton of bricks.

Her eyes close the second her head hits her pillow.

There's a loud banging at her door which startles her out of her slumber, her bones feel heavy and her head hurts from the day.

She can tell time has passed because when she fell asleep it was only mid afternoon and now it was completely pitched dark outside of her dorm - the streetlights glimmering dully.

YN drags her feet, assuming it was mostly likely one of the frat boys who Harry sent over to check on her.

She knows she looks like a hot mess, face swollen, puffy eyes, and a bun that had her hair sticking every which way out of it.

"What do you want?" YN groans to get the banging to stop, unlocking and flinging open the door without another thought.

To her utter surprise, it was none other than her boyfriend who looked absolutely livid but at the same time, relieved that she was safe and okay.

He was wearing a New York Yankees tee and his normal athletic shorts and Nikes, his hair still nicely gelled from his television appearance earlier in the day - a bit of sunburn on his nose.

"What the fuck is going on?" Harry rasps, looking her body up and down, "Turning off your phone like that. What on Earth are you thinking?”

YN just...starts crying.

She buries her head in her hands and lets the sobs wrack through her body, shaking her head because she just can’t fight with him right now.

"Baby, baby," Harry responds, alarmed as he pushes himself into the room with her and shuts the door behind them, "Okay, darling. It's okay. I promise I was just cross, baby. Please, breaks my heart to see you cry like this.”

YN allows Harry to tug her straight into his strong chest, wishing that his warm scent could ground her like it usually does but it doesn't.

"I need you to talk to me. I need to know what's going on. You haven't acted like yourself at all today, sweetheart. I know I could have handled my anger better and I'm sorry, my love," Harry murmurs into her hair, lips brushing against her as he keeps her secured to him, his hand slipping under her shirt to rub at the warm skin of her back.

"Don't apologize," YN manages to spit out, "It's me, I'm...I'm messing everything up for you."

Harry pulls back until they make eye contact, his brow furrowed in confusion, "You're the best fuckin' thing that's ever happened to me. You've never ever messed anything up for me."

"Don't say that, please," YN whispers, shaking her head, "I have to tell you something."

Harry's eyes widen and an almost heartbreaking expression takes over his previously rigid one, "Baby...you didn't cheat on me?"

"God, Harry," YN can't help but wetly chuckle, "When would I have time? You're literally trying to get it every other second."

His face smooths out, a boyish smile appears for a moment until he's serious again, "What happened? What did you do that you think could mess up my life?"

YN lets out a loud exhale before detangling herself from him, she goes into the bathroom to gather the tests into her fist and swallows hard before coming back out.

Without making eye contact, she shoves them into his palm and watches nervously as the crease between his brow appears as he brings them up to examine them.

It takes him a moment before his eyes meet YN's, he says, "Tell me once again, how you think you could possibly be messing up my life?"

"I'm pregnant," YN whispers as if he doesn't have the tests in his hands, "It's not..it's not what you planned. you just started your career."

Harry tosses the plastic tests on the desk, striding towards his girlfriend, and hugging her so tightly that it nearly hurts before his lips on hers.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna give me a baby?" Harry asks sweetly, his eyes watering and he chuckles as he wipes away the tears that start to spill over.

"I am," YN smiles softly, unsure as she thumbs at the apples of his cheeks where his grin is so wide his eyes are squinted, dimples popping.

"How...How could you think I wouldn't be anything but excited?" Harry murmurs as his large hands start rucking up her shirt to palm at her belly, "Never been a secret that I wanted this with you. Always want you more than anything, that includes baseball."

YN buries her face into his chest, lets him rock them back and forth as she feels little sobs shake his chest.

"I can't believe we're gonna have a baby," Harry sniffles happily, "Never thought I was gonna find the one, you know? Wanted my whole life for you, didn't think you existed. Then you just come into my life and give me everything I ever wanted."

"You just started your whole life," YN still feels her lips quiver while Harry pecks them over and over again, hands rubbing over every inch of her tummy as if he’s saying hello to the baby.

"You're right," Harry agrees with a soft smile, he's trying to hold back a sob, "Got onto my dream team, got my dream girl, and now we're gonna have a little family."

YN shutters out a choked noise, shaking her head in denial still, "It's..It's...We're going to hold you back."

The curve of his lips drops, into something more stormy, his hands firmer on her hips as he makes eye contact, "Stop it now, okay? I want this baby. I want you. All of it. Nothing, nothing is more important than this."

YN nods in better understanding, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their lips together once more, "We're going to be parents."

Harry brings her as close as possible, she can feel his heartbeat thudding rapidly in his chest like after a long game.

She's confused when he pulls back, keeping her at arm's length before he's kneeling down, "I don't have a ring right now but I'm sure as hell making you my wife as soon as possible. Gonna be my wife and have my baby. I don't want this with anyone else, baby. I'm so god damn in love with you I'm stupid with it. Please darling, please marry me."

YN knows the shock on her face is visible, she must pause for a moment too long because Harry begins to speak again but YN is giggling and saying, "Of course, I'll marry you," before she's stepping forward and knocking him over with how much force she hugs him with.

It ends up with Harry splayed on his back on the carpet of her tiny dorm room, with her on top, kissing him and tugging at his shirt until she can pull it over his head.

"Gonna give it to your fiancé? Gonna show me what a good lil' wife you're gonna be?" Harry rumbles, the arousal already setting into his bravado as he moves to take off her top - squeaking when she bites his lip at his cooing tone.

It's not the wedding she thought she would have with Harry but that was okay - somehow what they ended up doing was way better than anything over the top or extravagant.

It's at City Hall, the witness being someone who happened to be in the courtroom that day - YN was dressed in a simple white dress, Harry in the same suit he wore to the draft pick.

By this point, her bump was just showing at nearly four months, so much had changed in that short time.

They both had graduated with their degrees, relocated to a small apartment in Manhattan, Harry was already in the first season of his new career.

It wasn't the luxurious lifestyle quite yet, they still had to budget their money and make sure they didn't eat out too much because Harry had yet to make any major money yet (oh, how that would change).

They knew their families would be upset they weren't invited to the wedding but it was something they just wanted to do for each other and the tiny baby growing in her stomach.

Harry sobs like an absolute baby when YN says "I do" and when it's made official Harry has both hands on the sides of her jaw and brings her in for a deep kiss before one palm moves to cradle her belly.

Harry was just starting his second season of the game, as soon as he had been drafted - he had been thrust onto the field.

It hadn't been a surprise when within a few weeks he was starting pitcher and on the hitting line-up.

YN traveled with him to nearly every game until it wasn't safe for her to fly anymore as she reached the end of her pregnancy.

The money had begun to appear in their bank account at an alarmingly fast rate, making Harry a multi-millionaire overnight.

They moved from the tiny one bedroom to a luxurious apartment in mere months because not only was he getting paid to play, the commision from his jersey and other memorabilia, then he signed multiple contracts with different brands like Nike and Smart Water for millions upon millions of dollars too.

YN had never seen Harry happier, they were both thriving, and they were loving the little life they created in New York City.

He couldn't be happier with his dream job, his wife, and his little baby on the way - however, he did struggle on the occasions where he was traveling for an extended period of time and was away from her.

"How are you feeling?" Harry murmurs, it's dimly lit in his hotel room - he's exhausted from a long game and the anxiety of being away from his wife.

"Bub is kicking up a storm," YN replies with her own smile, she moves the camera until it's on her belly - obvious against her taut skin when an elbow rolls into her side, "They miss you."

It was the wrong thing to say today.

Harry begins to sniffle on the other line, YN pulls the phone back to her where she can see Harry's eyes watering and he's rubbing his face against the sleeve of his shirt.

"I hate being away from you," Harry mumbles, rubbing his eyes before looking at the camera with a guilty expression, "I don't get it. All these guys have no problem going out and partying after every game and all I can do is miss you and the baby."

YN doesn't think anyone in the world would think The Harry Styles, newly twenty-one, millions of dollars at his disposal, and available girls at his fingertips wouldn't be partying after an impressive game - no instead he's in his hotel room tearful about how much he misses his wife.

YN decides empowerment would be the best course of action to make him feel better tonight, so that's what she does.

"H, you're being the best husband and daddy, you know?" YN reminds him, wishing she could cuddle him in this moment, "Providing for your family."

Harry seems to hear that, smiling a bit and nodding, "Anything for you two. I'd do whatever I had to, to provide for you."

YN has no qualms that she married the right man.

YN is about a week and a half away from her due date, her ankles swollen and the baby getting uncomfortably large in their home.

Harry had a photoshoot for a Nike advert in Manhattan today for a new line of running clothes that he was modeling for.

She had accompanied him, making herself as comfortable as possible on a sofa in the corner of the studio - sipping from a water bottle as she watched her husband.

He looked so fucking handsome is the thing, changing right there in front of everybody - showing off his rippled stomach, the sharp vee that leads into his shorts.

She couldn't lie and say it didn't do anything to her because the pregnancy hormones - well Harry hadn't been complaining with how often she was trying to get with him.

Harry had a late flight home, he fully expected YN to have been asleep by the time he dropped his duffel in the entryway of their flat.

However, when he trails into the living room, he's surprised by her sitting on their sofa, looking at him expectantly in just a tee of his and some soft-looking panties.

"Hi darling," Harry murmurs, his voice soft and low but she didn't look an ounce of tired as her eyes looked him up and down, "Not sleepy?"

"Mmm, was waiting up for you," YN agrees before casually tacking on, "So that you could fuck me."

Harry's eyebrows nearly shoot into his hairline, a warm zip of electricity making his cock twitch, "Baby, are you--"

"Don't," She complains brattily, heaving herself up and off the couch to trail over to him, wasting no time in getting his shirt off before he gets with the program and is taking over.

Harry groans loudly when his hand dips down into the front of her panties, "Fucking shit. This for me, sweet girl?"

"Please, m'so ready," YN huffs, not wanting any teasing like she usually does, "Harry, please. Stop messing around. Just want it.”

"Jesus, you're so fucking hot," Harry rumbles as he gently pushes her back onto the couch until she's laying down and he can crawl ontop of her, smiling more fondly when the large bump of her belly prohibts Harry from pressing himself against her like he wants.

“No, not like this,” YN complains after just a moment, pushing a confused Harry up until she can rearrange them until he’s sat up and she can lower herself down onto him to get deeper.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry gasps when she sinks all the way down, his mouth moving to lick at her sensitive and puffy nipples as she begins to lazily grind back and forth.

She isn’t rushed, completely lost in her own arousal as she moves her hips every which way to find where she can get the most friction on her clit and where he’ll be hitting her spot.

“No bloody wonder m’obsessed with you,” Harry remarks breathily when she begins to pick up the pace of her movements, eyes shut and head tilted back, pushing her chest further into his mouth as she mewls at her oncoming pleasure, “Never seen somethin’ better than this. All full of my baby, riding me like you own me. You do own me, baby.”

YN is taken out of her dirty daydream by a sharp pain to her side, it’s not like her usual jolts from when the bub kicks her too hard or throws an elbow.

Instead, she’s panicked when a gush of fluid seeps through her leggings and begins to drip down her legs - for a moment she thinks she wet herself until she realizes her water just fucking broke.

YN’s frozen for a moment, Harry’s currently giving the flashing cameras a dazzling smile in a mesh top and matching shorts.

The ache she felt moments ago resurfaces but feels more visceral this time, making her toes curl at the pain that radiates through her whole body.

She doesn’t feel like she can stand up, not without help, and there’s no one right near her but she doesn’t want to cause a scene by yelling for him.

After another contraction rocks her, it’s involuntary when she cradles her stomach and lets out a low moan of pain that has everyone turning their head to look.

Harry’s rushing from the white backdrop, over to the couch to knee down, when his hands come to rest on her thighs he notices the wet fabric underneath his fingertips.

“H,” YN whimpers, reaching to place her hands on his shoulders, “The baby’s co-coming,” She stutters over a contraction.

Harry goes into serious husband mode, “Okay, okay darling. We have to get you to the hospital. You’re doing perfect already. Let me help you up.”

YN gets to her feet, gripping her husband’s forearm hard when a cramp radiates through her stomach, and Harry just presses his lips to her clammy forehead until it passes.

“Alright, honey. I need you to push on three,” The doctor at the end of the bed instructs as the nurses flit around to prepare for the arrival of their child.

YN nods, holding Harry’s hand tightly as she pushes as hard as she can for five long seconds before slumping back down onto the bed and panting.

“Okay, we’re gonna give you a minute break then try again,” Dr. Dicer instructs before smiling reassuringly at the young couple.

“You’re doing so good,” Harry murmurs against her temple, pecking all over her sweaty face and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “You’re so so close. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

“I just want our baby,” YN huffs between gasps of catching her breath, “Just want our baby, H.”

“Soon, soon we’re gonna have them, huh?” Harry smiles happily, his hands were shaking with nervousness and excitement all in one, “We’ll have our baby. Be a family.”

“Yeah, we wi- ohh,” YN cuts off in a groan, scrunching her face up and crying out, “I have to push. I can’t stop-“

“It’s okay, mom,” The doctor reassured her, settling back into position, “The baby’s ready to join us. Only a few more pushes than you’ll be parents.”

Harry’s eyes widen when he looks down to see brown wisps of hair as the baby begins to make its entrance into the world push by push.

“Darling,” Harry’s lower lip is wobbling as she bears down to give it all of her might and he nearly chokes on his own breath when in the next minute the doctor is holding a squirming, unhappy crying baby up.

“It’s a boy! Congratulations mom and dad,” Dr. Dicer announces before laying the baby boy on YN’s bare chest as he lets out little bouts of wails.

“Oh my god,” YN giggles between tears, her fingers coming to touch the baby’s strands of damp hair before tracing over his tiny facial features, “Harry, baby. Harry, look.”

“I’m looking,” Harry sniffles, his thumb coming to rub at the baby’s forehead before the nurses swoop in to perform all the necessary tests, “He’s perfect, he’s so fucking perfect. Look how good you did. Did such a good job at giving us our baby, mama.”

It’s the first time the nickname slips from his mouth but far from the last time.

After he’s cleaned up, giving a clean bill of health, and done with their assessments - the nurse asks Harry if he’d like to have skin-to-skin contact.

YN has to chuckle to herself, in her hazy mind as Harry takes off his shirt and the two nurses' eyes widen when they see what’s hiding underneath- checking out his chiseled chest down to where his happy trail leads into his shorts.

It’s forgotten when Harry sits in the chair next to the bed and brings his son to his chest, the baby’s cheek resting against his pec as Harry rubs down their back.

And he just loses it.

Harry’s full on sobbing as he hugs his son to him, tears running down his cheeks and chest shaking with emotion as he kisses the top of the baby’s head.

Harry had just had another failed date, defeated as he drags his feet back up to his room in the frat house to change out of his nice outfit.

There isn’t any reason he shouldn’t have feelings for the girl he was just out on a date with, she was pretty, smart, and they even went to the same yoga studio.

He thought it was going good, he even agreed to go back to her apartment with her but when they were watch some dumb romantic comedy and her hand went to rub at him through his pants - nothing happened.

Harry felt defeated as he made up some bullshit excuse that he was tired from all the work-outs and games, that’s the only reason he couldn’t get it up.

But in reality, it was because there wasn’t a connection with the girl and he didn’t feel like he could even create one with her.

This had been his reality for his full life, he’s ashamed to admit when he got home from that date - he laid in bed and cried because he didn’t think that he would ever find someone who he could be close to, let alone be in a relationship with.

Now he was sitting here with the love of his life and their baby - something he truly had believed may never happen for him.

YN brings him back to reality when she reaches over to stroke his cheek, concerned in her eyes at how much he’s crying.

“M’okay,” Harry laughs quietly, a bit embarrassed as he kisses the palm of his wife’s hand, “I just..I’ve never been happier than I am right now.”

YN smiles back at him, tired and loving, “I’ve never been happier either.”

“Just you, me, and Easton,” Harry murmurs adoringly as he kisses his son’s head, “I’ll never need anything else but you two. Only thing that matters to me.”

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Perfect chemistry (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Another request because everytime there is a photoshoot, people want me to do something like this 😅 I enjoy it, though. And I hope you enjoy reading it too ❤️**

Word count: 2217

Masterlist

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Being friends with some of the Barça Femení players had a lot of advantages. Free tickets for the matches being one of them. But you also got some jobs thanks to them suggesting the team you should be hired for them.

Football teams were constantly making new collections and someone had to model them. So all of your friends agreed that their model friend, you, was the best candidate. A quick look at their online catalogue showed you modelling every outfit for women they had been selling for the last 6 months. And you loved it. It was an easy fun job and you often got to take photos with your friends.

That's how you found yourself at the studio getting ready to take some photos for their…festival collection? They had one for everything these days.

These shoots required very natural looks, so hair and makeup were sorted in record time.

"Hiiii!", said Jana when she spotted you in the makeup chair.

"Hey you. Do we get to do photos together again? I haven't been told what we are doing yet. But the clothes looked cool when I did the fittings".

"I don't know, actually. Some male players are doing the campaign too so we'll see. You might have to pose with them".

Her raised eyebrows made you roll your eyes. She had been adamant you meet some of them, claiming they were totally your type and how could you not be theirs? But that wasn't something that interested you at the moment.

While she got ready for the shoot, you went to check the clothes again. Some pieces had caught your attention and you were hoping they would offer you to keep them after the shoot but…this job paid actual real money so you doubted you'd be able to take anything with you.

You took the little bucket hat that you hadn't seen at the fitting and turned to see how you looked wearing it. But instead of finding the mirror, you found a body that you bumped into.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there".

"It's ok, don't worry".

You easily recognised the apparently shy boy. But he didn't look that shy on the pitch.

Trying to be polite, you introduced yourself to him. "I'm one of the models".

"Yeah", he said, looking at you. "Eh…I'm Gavi".

"I know. I'm a big fan".

"You are?"

You nodded trying not to laugh. He was cute. Most players you've met were so cocky and always assumed you had to know them and adore them because how could you not. It was nice to meet one that was a bit more normal.

There were two photographers on set, which made the process a lot faster. So far, you had only done photos by yourself. First simple ones for the catalogue and then the ones for the actual campaign. The latter were your favourites, and because of the theme of the shoot, you got to do more playful poses.

The players were waiting for their turn and whenever you looked at your friends, who took videos of you for your Instagram, you could see Gavi staring at you. But he always looked away when you made eye contact. You didn't even know what possessed you but while you kept your poses fun and on theme, you also made them a little bit sexier.

"Alright, we need a few pairings…you!"

"Me!", you said, but the guy who was organizing the shoot didn't notice your sarcasm. They didn't even bother learning names. "You and Gavi. You'll look cute together".

Everyone could see how Gavi was blushing but his teammates were nice enough not to tease him. Jana, however, loved teasing everyone.

She looked from you to him, nodding. "Very cute, yes".

"Jana…", you warned her.

"What? Just agreeing with the professionals".

Ignoring her, you went back to the shooting area. And you could tell Gavi was following you.

"If you need help let me know", you offered, noticing his nerves.

"Thank you. We do this a lot but it's just not my thing".

"It's mine", you laughed.

“Have you been doing this for long?”

“A couple of years”.

“Can we start?”

You tried not to give the photographer a death stare for his interruption. Because obviously, he was right. You were there to work, not to chat with the players. But you felt comfortable talking to Gavi even though you just met. That rarely happened to you.

You kept whispering little tips to him while you changed poses and it made you happy to see how much more confident he looked when he did just as you said.

“You might need to just stay with me for my solo shots. To help me”.

“Happy to but I might have to charge you for that service”, you smiled.

“Oh yeah? How much do you want?”

“Maybe just try to steal that yellow jacket Koundé is wearing. It looks great on him but I tried it on at the fittings and…”, you shrugged, “it looks a lot better on me”.

“I’m sure it does”, said Gavi, looking away the moment you smiled at his compliment. So cute.

For your final look together, Gavi wore a red t-shirt and you had a matching set. The shirt was open and you had a little bandeau underneath. That was totally your style, which made you feel even more confident. The way you could notice Gavi looking at you also did wonders for your ego.

“Ok, you put your arm around his shoulder…yes, just let the hand hang…like that, great. Gavi, you put your arm around her waist”.

This was very normal to you. You had to take photos with people all the time, so the touching didn’t bother you anymore. But for Gavi…well, the fact that his crush on you just kept getting bigger didn’t help his case.

He placed his hand on your waist but you could tell he was barely touching you.

“That doesn’t look good. Try on her shoulder…no, that’s even worse”.

“What’s the problem?”, you asked, trying to see if you could help.

“His hand on your waist makes the shirt look bad. And both of you with arms around the shoulder doesn’t look good on a boy/girl photo…how could we do that?”

“I know”.

Very often, models had to do the weirdest poses so one of their arms wouldn’t be seen. But this time the solution was easy. You took Gavi’s hand and put it back on your waist but under the shirt. That way he wouldn’t be affecting the way the shirt looked.

When you looked at him, you saw his eyes go wide at the contact. His hand was on your bare waist. And while you thought about what to say to explain what you did, you could hear Jana laughing. In fact, she laughed so hard, she fell from the chair.

“Does that look good?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”, said the photographer, happy to see the problem solved.

You could notice Gavi’s fingers moving, as if touching your skin was burning them.

“You need to stop that or you’ll move the shirt and we’re back to the same problem”.

“Sorry”.

When the photographer told you that you were done, Gavi removed his hand quickly. He was trying so hard not to blush, it was adorable.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom quickly and then grabbed a drink to have while everyone else finished their shoots. You never knew if a photo would have to be retaken, so you couldn’t leave.

“Are you ok after the fall?”, you laughed while sitting next to Jana.

“It was worth it. You should have seen his face”.

You shook your head at your friend’s comment. But she had more to say.

"So…do you think any of the boys are cute?"

"Stop that", you said, blushing.

“Come on. I’m not asking you to marry them. But you’ve got eyes and someone might catch your attention. I won’t tell them”.

“Jana, I’ve told you I’m not interested…”.

“Eric?”

“Not my type”.

“Jules?”

"Not my type".

"Gavi?"

A pause. "Are you going to go through the entire squad?"

“No need. I think I have my answer”.

What you two didn’t know was that Gavi wasn’t that far from you and he was listening. The fact that you didn’t deny finding him cute gave him some hope but also, you still felt too out of his league.

While Jana and the other female players were busy taking some group photos, you started to edit the videos they had taken of you to see which ones you could post on Instagram. Of course, Jana had taken some while you posed with Gavi, even if you weren’t going to use those. You could do without half of Instagram hating on you.

But they still brought a smile to your face. Not for Instagram but…you weren’t going to delete them anytime soon.

“Excuse me”.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if it’s a joke but Gavi asked for you to be there when he takes his solo photos”.

You laughed at the photographer’s words, not believing he actually wanted you to mentor him while modelling.

Putting your phone back in your pocket, you went to join him again.

“Here to save the day”, you saluted him.

“I just…I feel very uncomfortable in this position”.

You looked him up and down, seeing the tension in his legs and moved them so the weight of his body could be better distributed.

“And move the shoulder like this…yes. It’s a lot more flattering, believe me. And smile”.

He did as you said and the photographer quickly asked him to change to the next outfit, happy with the material he got.

Three outfits later, he seemed so much more relaxed and you barely had to tell him to do anything.

“Can you do me the favour of bringing one of those bucket hats, lovely? I want to see how it looks with that t-shirt?”

“Sure!”

You went to pick one up and put another one on your head as a joke before joining Gavi again.

“We’re twinning”, you said, making him smile. And then you put the hat on his head and noticed the flash of the camera.

“Keep doing that”.

“Doing what?”, you asked. “He wasn’t ready”.

“Just that. Play with his hat and make him smile. It’s perfect. You two have perfect chemistry”.

Now it was your time to blush at his words. But thankfully, your face wasn’t being shown in the photos. And when you could notice your face being less warm, you turned to face the camera and continued with the little game.

In one photo you were taking Gavi’s hat to put it on your head while you put yours on his. For another one, you moved his hat so his forehead and eyes were covered by it. But his big smile could still be seen. And the logo too. You were still working even if it didn't feel, or look, like it.

But the one you were going to keep was the one where you had your arm around Gavi’s shoulders again. He also had his around your waist, but this time he had a firm grip, instead of feeling afraid of touching you. But what you liked the most about the photo was that your head was on his shoulder and he was laughing at the funny face you were making.

“Well, I would love to keep photographing you two for hours but I think we have enough”, laughed the photographer and you ran to the monitor to see the photos.

“Gavi! Come here”.

He stood next to you checking the photos and you both picked your favourites. You didn’t even notice you had put both hands on his shoulder to lean on it until you noticed him staring at your hands.

“Sorry”.

“Don’t be”.

Your phone beeped and you saw that it was a text from your mum. You were supposed to meet her in 30 minutes and you were going to be late.

“Shit! I’m late to meet my mum”.

Gavi kept staring at your figure running back to the changing rooms, disappointed you were leaving already.

So when you got out, he ran to talk to you. He needed to at least say goodbye.

“I know you are late but I wanted to give you this”.

“What’s that?”, you asked, looking down at the jacket and the t-shirt he was giving you. The pieces you loved the most from the collection. “I asked if I could take them and they said yes”.

“Anything for the golden boy, huh?”

“I guess”, he shrugged.

“Well, thank you. You didn’t have to”.

“I kind of did. You know…for the classes”.

“Right”, you laughed. “I still feel like I need to give you something in return”.

“You don’t have to. I just wanted to thank you…”.

“So you don’t want my number?”

“For more modelling classes?”

“I rather you take me to dinner, to be honest”, you said, writing your number quickly on a random piece of paper. “See you soon”.

Jana had been hearing the whole interaction and her annoying smirk was back.

"None of them is my type, Jana", she said, imitating you.

"Shut up!"

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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Babe, i love your page and all your work, it’s true a chef kiss. Shit i don’t know if you will take my request or not but i really need naughty f1!seb x driver!reader.

Well they’re teammates. For him she’s so tempting yet so innocent and beautiful. She is basically in her early 20s (sorry i don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this, but if you're not then it’s fine). And sometimes she gets shy around him because he’s her childhood crush, she’s been a fan of him since she was young doing karting. Most of the drivers took interest in her but she only has eyes for seb, now she wants him. Spending most of their time seeing each other at work, they couldn’t resist the desire anymore. He always fantasized to get her writhing beneath him, worshiping her, corrupt that innocent mind of her, giving her the best pleasure, etc🫠 Finally, yk “that” thing happened. The rest, i give it to the expert, you. I hope you get my point. Love you sm babe💗

thank u v much! love u too <3 sorry it's taken me a while to get to this, but im here now ! :)

sebastian vettel x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; working with your childhood crush is hard. but what's harder is him secretly fantasising about you.

warnings; age gap, sexual fantasies, sexual implications, S M U T 18+, p in v, spitplay, dom!seb, sub!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, masturbation!male

Redbull, a household name. The legacy and glory it established in the early 2010's was something to behold. Sebastian Vettel, their four time world champion, insanely attractive German blonde surfer type that had gotten you into racing.

His face shone, holding up his trophy, frozen in the image that was up on the back of your door. You look up at it, knowing that one day you'll make it with him. He was the birth of your insane crush, as well as your crazy driven work ethic, as you didn't stop racing and pushing till you got to where you are today, in Formula One.

The start of the season; a fresh start for everyone, and you had something to prove with it being your debut. You represented the emerald green, walking into the paddock for the first time as a driver. The nerves were wracking, hands tightly clutching the pass.

It was your first time meeting Sebastian, as he had been busy and not available to attend previous meetings and testing sessions. You were slightly relieved, knowing you'll be awkward around your childhood crush.

"Morning Y/N!" You hear interviewers calling out, trying to grab your attention for some pre-race thoughts.

You wave meekly to them, sporting a small polite smile. You felt your hair flowing briskly behind you, small gold hoops in your ears as you spot your garage, a natural rosy blush tinging your cheeks.

"Well, hello sunshine!" Mike yelled out, grabbing every person's attention in the garage as they turn to you, smiling.

"Morning Mikey." You giggled, feeling eyes on burning on your figure.

You couldn't lie, you were pretty. Pretty beautiful, being offered multiple modelling campaigns, photoshoot opportunities, sponsorships. You took them when you could, having it as a fun little side job, but mainly focusing on racing.

You had received a few cheeky DM's from F2 and F3 drivers when you were also competing with them, but not necessarily feeling interested. Because of a certain blonde? You like to think not.

"Y/N L/N. Pleasure to have you in Aston Martin." You felt a thick German voice speak out from behind you.

You just took the bullet, nervous as you turned around. "Sebastian Vettel. Trust me the pleasure is all mine, I'm honoured to be working with a legend like yourself."

You played it cool, internally thanking yourself for not being weird.

"You okay?" You laughed nervously, seeing that when you turned to face Sebastian, he was taken aback. He looked at you, gazing into your eyes.

As soon as you turned around, it was like a cliché from a movie. The most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on had fallen into his hands, your hair gently flipping back as though you turned in slow motion. Your eyes had a certain twinkle to them, with a smile kinder than a child with some candy.

"Uhm, yeah of course." He shook his head a bit, coming out of his trance.

"Seb, Y/N, you have a panel right now, make your way to the hall for it." Mike shouted from across the garage, pointing out of the door.

"Alright, one sec! I'm just going to put my stuff away." You gave Sebastian a polite smile, walking to put your bag away.

You left him stunned, standing there smiling like an idiot. He ruffled his hand against the back of his head, walking to the panel.

The drivers sat there, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for you to come in so they could start the questions. You were only a couple minutes lately, but the drivers clearly had a thing for punctuality.

You awkwardly walked in, the drivers gaze averting straight to you. Your once loose hair had now been pulled back gently, graciously in a middle parted ponytail.

Whatever sweet and innocent thoughts Sebastian had of you, had disappeared instantly, making eye contact with you. The thought your hair tied up like that, drove him wild.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said sweetly, taking your seat as everyone giggled around you.

The panel continued, a few questions being asked about how you balance modelling and racing, how you feel about being new in the season, etc.

The interviews finally stopped, bringing it to an end. You step off the platform and start making your way to the door, before being stopped by a tap on the shoulder. You turn to be met with the familiar face of an Alpha Tauri driver.

"Y/N, isn't it? You did really well up there." His French voice spoke out, smirking at you.

"Thanks Pierre, trust me I was really nervous." You laughed, making some nice small talk with him.

What you weren't aware of was the blue eyes staring you down from a corner, clearly jealous, yet having limited interaction with you.

"Yeah, my Instagram's there." You pointed it to Pierre, saying a small goodbye as you rushed to the garage.

In the next coming months, you naturally got closer with Sebastian; now calling him Seb. A few scandals here and there about drivers liking you; but you knew who you wanted.

"Okay, now don't get all nervous like you always do. Be bold." You pointed to yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to make some risky moves to Seb.

You look around the office and the garage, and he was nowhere to be found. Usually when talking to Seb, he was quite the flirt, but that's his usual personality. Every time the cheeky boy made a little comment you could feel your cheeks burn up, not having the courage to match the energy.

As you were trying to find the supposed cheeky boy, he was having some cheeky time to himself. He was in his driver's room, door unlocked, some lame Netflix show blasting to avoid any of his noises to be let out.

He found himself in the same situation again; slight sweat forming on his forehead, top slightly exposing his abs, overalls bunched at his knees. Pumping his thick cock, vein adorning his length throbbing against his palm, small groans and moans slipping from his lips.

"Scheiße Y/N." He cursed, imaging your ass bouncing on his cock, the image infatuating his mind. He has these fantasies regularly, more than he'd like to admit. Corrupting you beneath him, leaving your ass with red handprints, screaming his name for anyone to hear.

He loved your innocence, how shy you got around him; even though it felt wrong to like someone so much younger than him. He was aware of his feelings, and yet he couldn't help but imagine your tight pussy clenching against his thick cock, leaving you desperate and writhing and cock drunk; Just. For. Him.

As he was pleasuring himself, you were still trying to find him. It soon clicked that he might be in his room. Storming over there, you could hear some loud sitcom deafening you, 'He must be in his room.' you thought.

You knocked loudly, rapping your knuckles against the white door, not hearing a response. You knocked again, waiting for any source of life behind the door.

"Seb, I'm coming in!" You shouted over the sound, opening the door.

Seb thought it was his imagination playing tricks, but he was severely wrong. You opened the door to see Seb fully masturbating on his sofa, opening his eyes to be met with your agape stare.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry!" You squeezed your eyes shut, running out from the room. You slammed the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to process what just happened.

Seb was just as shocked as you, immediately turning the show down and pulling his race suit over his.. extremely hard stick.

"Y/N, are you still there?" He bravely spoke out to the door, hearing you hum a faint 'Mhm.'

He opened the door slowly, holding his hand out for you take. Putting your small hand into his larger palm, it almost killed him seeing the size difference; the tent in his suit becoming a lot worse.

"I'm so sorry I walked in; I didn't think that you were doing.. that." You cringed at your own words, as he sat on the sofa, you joining him.

He looked down, smiling, a conniving plan clearly underway. "What would you think if I told you that I was thinking of you whilst doing.. that."

"Huh-" Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of mulberry red, embarrassment painting itself all over your face.

"Would you like that, Schatz?" His deep voice had some kind power behind it, as he looked deep into your eyes.

"You think of me that way?" You gulped gently, feeling clueless to his dirty thoughts.

"Of course, you're beautiful, and you drive me crazy." He tucked some loose hair behind your ear, your lips moving to his like a magnet.

You bit the bullet, feeling his soft lips softly kiss yours. In that moment, Seb couldn't control himself, his strong hands taking your hips, planting you on his lap. His boner was aggressively throbbing, practically begging for attention. You met his needs, slowly grinding against him.

He groaned into your lips, his hand coming down to smack your ass, as you moan loudly into the heated make out session.

"My little Schatzi likes getting her ass smacked?" He said darkly, watching you nod coyly, with a small smile.

You pulled his race suit down, pooling at his feet as his boner smacked up against your stomach, still on his lap. You wriggled out of his grip, putting on a cheeky strip show for him. Pulling your top off, sliding your skirt down; exposing your matching emerald set. You didn't let the fun stop there, turning around for him to see your ass, bending over and slowly pulling your panties off.

His jaw dropped at the sight of your shaved pussy, glistening with wetness, just for him. You turned back, seeing his once blue and bright eyes now dark and full of desire. You stand in front of him, as he pulls your hand onto the sofa, perfectly placed into missionary. He spits on his cock, you watching as he rubs into his leaking precum.

"C'mon, Seb baby put it in me already." You whined, watching as he smirked.

"Someone's a little impatient hm?" He laughed a bit, still in shock at his many restless nights coming true all in the span of a few minutes.

He slapped his cock against your entrance, pushing his tip into your tight hole, equalling in you both moaning.

"Scheiße; you're so fucking tight." He grunted, pushing his thick cock further in.

You pulled him closer towards you, kissing his full lips as a sense of comfort compared to his cock shattering your world.

"Faster." You breathily moaned out, feeling Seb's hands flip you around onto all fours swiftly.

He smacked your ass, beginning to pummel into you from behind, immediately hitting such spots you never knew existed. You bit your lip, feeling the metallic edge as you try to contain your moans.

"Such a good girl; taking me so well." He praises, gathering your hair as he pulls you up.

"Open." He commands, spitting in your mouth as you fall back down onto your hands, his pace never slowing.

"Fuck, Seb please don't stop." Pathetically begging, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass making you even wetter.

He didn't even care if people heard - in his opinion it made it all the better. He could feel your cunt pulsate around his cock, making him hit deeper.

"Please- I'm going to cum-" You could barely finish your sentence, legs shaking as you felt a tight knot explode; the biggest orgasm you've ever had.

He smacked your ass, never letting his pace weaken, letting you ride out your high.

Gasping for breath, you could feel his strokes become sloppy, you quickly pulled off his dick. Getting onto your knees straight away, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh verdammt, you look so pretty like that." He gasped out, letting his white cum paint your tongue and sides of your lips.

You licked his cum up straight away, lips making a smacking noise from your finger. The tiredness hit you both straight away, collapsing on top of each other, snuggling in the post-sex haze.

"And here I thought you were an innocent angel, in reality you're one kinky girl." He laughed, watching you blush and become shy again even though you just had filthy sex.

The next couple months contained a shit ton of sex in a shit ton of different places before deciding to go public, taking the media by storm.

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heartcomms · 8 months

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days over a minute

pairing: abby anderson x reader

a/n: this is my very first time writing anything I post so please keep that in mind <3 also if this is similar to anything i apologise, i admit i’ve been inspired by multiple works on here so.. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, allusions of drug addiction, violence, abby is really terrible but it gets better i promise

wc: 3k

as the car got closer to your new home stadium, your felt air get stuck in your throat. you knew your social media team kept a smaill camera focused on you to capture small candid moments to share with fans of the club, so you tried your best to remain calm.

as if he could tell how nervous you were getting, your new manager’s voice interrupted your inner chatter. still trying to get used to the accent, your eyes followed to where the older man was pointing and listened carefully,

“this is the hotel where you’ll be staying for today, i’ll have my assistant carry your luggages there while you visit the stadium.” he casually said. he might’ve noticed the way your brows faintly knitted at the mention of your luggages.

you did feel a bit uncomfortable with the idea of people pampering you, people scrambling to meet your needs and expectations. you still haven’t coped with the fact that you had, or were about to sign a multiple million dollars contract to run behind a ball.

you looked back at your manager and nodded you head with a small smile to ease the tension that was building up in the car. he just looked back at you sternly and whispered word as he turned his head back to the window.

well. what a start.

you also focused back on the road. as the car pulled into a small tunnel, you caught glimpse of your reflection in the car window. corners of your mouth rise a bit as you watch your golden pendant shine, your hand found its way around it, something you did often to calm yourself.

faster than you realized, the driver had parked into the training academy’s parking lot. you let the older man with you in the car come out first and quickly followed his steps. as you got out of the car, you were greeted by another group of people, three men and a woman that introduced herself to quickly as she guided you and your team into the building.

while she tried to engage into small chatter to fill the blanks, aware of the interaction being filmed. you were again introduced to more and more people as you walked around the spacious building, finally the conversations and introductions stopped you reach your new team’s head coach office.

as you shook the man’s hand, it all suddenly became real. this was it - you were a professional soccer player now.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and took in your surroundings, the background chatter all blurred. this was it - you were a professional soccer player now. the excitement was building up inside you, but so was the pressure, you knew that all eyes would be on you, both on and off the field, you couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt wash over you.

did you deserve to be here?

could you live up to the expectations of your new team and fans?

you pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment. you were here, and you were ready to give it your all. the journey wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to make the most of this opportunity.

the day went by faster than you would realize. you had to sign a couple more contracts, get to know the grounds where you will play and train, do interviews, and photoshoots.

it was bit later in the afternoon, you did went back to hotel to get ready for your first outing in london, with your new teammates. to say you were nervous was an understatement. you wouldn’t describe yourself as introverted but you did feel a bit anxious about meeting your new teammates, like anyone else would.

what if they didn’t like you ? tons of what ifs scenarios filled your thoughts before you took a breath as you stood in front of your bathroom’s mirror, trying to calm you nerves. you took last good look at yourself and texted lewis, your new manager, that you were ready. you carefully chose an outfit that was simple yet fitting with the help of two friends back in your hometown via facetime. you opted for a black, oversized blouse paired with matching black jeans. anticipating a lot of walking, you wore a pair of black loafers and added tiny pieces of jewelry to polish off your outfit.

you went to check your phone after hearing the device ring, it was lewis telling you he was waiting for you outside the hotel so you quickly grabbed your bag and went to meet the older man outside the hotel.

the drive was less tense than it was this morning, you did get to know lewis a little more, he was born and raised in north london so he knew the city very well, he insisted on giving you a tour in a few days. he had 2 daughters who loved football as much as he did and a little dog called elon, after elon musk, which made you frown a bit because why on earth would you name anything after that man?

when you pulled to the restaurant, you felt your heart bit a little faster than earlier and your hands getting a bit more clammy. you took a deep breath and followed lewis who was already out of the car waiting for you. as he locked the car, he smiled at you with a reassuring look,

“it’s going to be okay, be yourself, i’m sure they’ll like you alright.” he affirmed before you both walked into the restaurant. he showed you the way to the table where your teammates sat as you reached the table, you felt yourself stumbled on your feet and stepped back a bit. you didn’t expect to meet 22 people at once, wow. you did know you were meeting a whole team but the sight of all 22 women did shake you up a bit.

“hi, are you the new girl ?” your head turned in the direction of the woman who spoke to you, looking at her, you felt like you were seventeen again. you were taken back by how gorgeous the woman was. the restaurant’s dim lighting made her tanned skin beam, she had a mole above her plump red lips and one on her left cheek. her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, so light they were almost grey and she had brown hair that was highlighted by some dark blonde streaks. she had on a black strapless top, a black mini skirt and a pair of black heels. she had a soft smile on her lips and held eye contact with you as you stuttered an answer.

“uh. yes. i’m y/n.” you tried your best to reciprocate the smile she had on.

“i like your name. i’m vladlena, but everyone calls me lena. come, i’ll introduce you to the girls.” you noticed a small accent, you couldn’t quite locate it but it did sound east european, maybe russian. vladlena took you by the arm and led you closer to the table.

“guys, y/n is here!” she cheered.

you smiled and whispered an ‘hi’ to the women at the table. vladlena, still holding your arm, patted the chair next to the one she was going to sit on, signalling you to sit on it. you both sat and the conversation started again.

“is everyone here, i don’t see andy?” vladlena asked as she looked around the table.

“yeah, she said in the group chat, she’ll be late. some issues with her dad.” a woman that looked like she was your age answered. she also had an accent but she sounded local, british. “oh, i’m leah, by the way, so nice to meet you.” she was a bit far from you, so she just smiled at you. you nodded, smiling back to her.

“speaking of group chat, i’ll add you. you have a english phone number, right?” vladlena asked you as she pulled her phone out of her small bag.

you also pulled out your phone and start reciting the digits.

Waltfield Girls ⚽️

+44 7911 123456 added you

“guys, andy’s here.” a voice far from you announced.

you looked up from your phone to look at the person that was coming in.

oh my god.

you almost dropped your phone when you saw who was coming up to the table. you’d heard your new teammates refer to her as ‘andy’ but you didn’t make the connection. Abigail Anderson. you felt your ears get hot and your palms get clammy as she got closer and closer. you idolised her. you were only a couple of years apart but her talent put years between the two of you two. she was a national hero at only 24 years old, being a well decorated player both with her and the football clubs she played in, her impact in women’s sport was also quite undeniable. you were just in awe. you knew you were going to meet her, you dreaded this part of the day, in fear of embarrassing yourself in front of oh so great anderson.

“hi everyone, sorry i’m so late, had to drop my dad off at airport.” she stated with an apologetic tone and a small smile.

“andy! don’t apologise kotik, it’s okay.” she threw her phone on the table as she stood to up to go hug abigail. abigail hugged her back and quickly kissed vladlena on the forehead and sat at the head of table. vladlena sat on abigail’s lap and got the conversation going again.

abigail’s legs were spread apart leaving just enough space for vladlena’s legs to cross, her tiny skirt riding up. abigail’s left arm rested around vladlena’s slender waist and vladlena’s right arm sat around abigail’s neck. they looked like the jock and cheerleader couple from every single cheesy movie you’ve seen before. you looked away from the pair and glanced around the table. abigail had everyone in this sort of trance. from the moment she sat down, the conversation only revolved around her. even when she didn’t speak, the conversation would somehow comeback to her. you enjoyed listening to everyone talk about their vacations, their world cup anecdotes and latests gossip.

you eventually got to talk to almost everyone on the team during the dinner, you got numbers here and there and warmed up a bit more to the team, as you talked with everyone, you found out that two girls of the team were staying in the same hotel as you, sofia and bruna, the pair played in the brazil national team and just came back from the world cup. they both transferred from their academy a few months ago and still haven’t found a place to permanently reside in. they were kind enough to ask you to join them on their house hunting journey and you gladly accepted.

“guys, let’s take a picture for insta!” vladlena said as she got up to pick up her phone next to your chair.

everyone scurried around abigail to pose for the picture.

“lena, wait. let’s put y/n in the middle, since she’s new.” abigail said while standing up from her chair to let you sit in it.

you felt the hair on your body stand when you heard her say your name. you hesitatingly sat in her chair, thanking her with a shy smile. you sat down on the chair and leaned into it. you flinched a little when you felt hot hands in your shoulders, you tried your hardest to keep the teenage girl squeal that almost came out when you looked up and met abigail’s glance. you quickly looked back at the camera and posed for the picture.

“in the box, ladies !” vladlena chirped.

everyone went back to their seats, and got back to their little chats. you also took time to get to know more of your teammates, then came the time to eat. you’d all decided that you’d all leave before 10pm because you all had practice to tomorrow. sofia and bruna had asked to go back to the hotel you three stayed with them and you had agreed cause why not.

tracy, who sat on the opposite side of you, left first, the entire team huffed when she argued that she missed her daughter.

“she always does this when we go out.” bruna whispered next to me.

after quite sometime more girls started leaving. you also felt time fall on your shoulders and got more and more stale. you tried to keep up with the small conversations around you but failed to register anything. you glanced around the table and noticed that you, bruna, sofia and two other girls that names you forgot were the only ones left at the table. you mentally patted yourself on the back for actually staying that long.

“y/n. we have to go out for a smoke, do you want to come with us ?” you hear bruna say, taking you out of your inner rambling.

“yeah sure, i’ll just go to the bathroom first.” you announced before getting up to look for the bathroom. you almost whistled when you pushed the door of the bathroom. everything was impeccable.

you quickly jumped inside a random stall and you eased yourself. as you stood up to get out of the cabinet, you hear the bathroom door slam and flinched at the person who just entered the bathroom’s voice.

“stop fucking following me, lena, i’m gonna get violent.” the woman said.

you hear heels clanking on the bathroom tiles.

“abby, this isn’t you. look at me babe. you’re not you right now, okay?” you recognised vladlena’s accent.

you sat back on the toilet with your feet up, not wanting to make yourself known. you almost laugh at how nosy you were being.

“where did you put them, you fucking bitch. i fucking told you. i- oh my god,” heavy breaths and heavy steps resonated in the large bathroom.

you flinched again when you heard a thump against the door next to the stall you were in.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, baby, i’m so-,” her heels clanked against, you guessed she was getting closer, to who you assumes was abigail.

“shut the fuck up, you bitch,” she grunted, you tried not to gasp when you heard the slapping noises.

you hear vladlena gasp.

“abby. abby, please. please stop. you’re choking me.” she struggled to let out. abigail was choking her.

you had to get out there. you had to help her.

“where. are. the. fucking. pills. you stupid fucking bitch,” abby grunted again, you could hear vladlena let out small whimpers. you were just stuck, you couldn’t move. your own breath hitched and you felt your entire body got cold. your arms were stuck together around your legs. you just couldn’t believe what you were hearing. vladlena’s gasps got louder, you just shut your eyes, praying she would stop.

“you, you need help, abby,” she whimpered, “i am helping you, kotik.” abby let out a breathy laugh.

“you think you’re helping me, you cunt?,” she spat, ”these pills were prescribed to me, you fucking idiot, they help me more than you ever will, bitch.” she hit vladlena and the poor girl moaned.

“abby. abby, please, please stop. you’re going to kill me.” she gasped again. you knew you had to do something but you just couldn’t move. you knew for a fact that you couldn’t take abigail out in a fight, she was massive, compared to you. you couldn’t come up with anything, your whole mind was blank. you were scared.

you heard struggle noises, vladlena tried to fight abigail back but failed, she gasped again.

“fine, fine, i’ll tell you.”

her heels clanked again and she inhaled again.

“i’m sorry abby. i, i was just trying to, to help you-“, she sniffed.

“do you want to get hit again, you whore?” abby spat. “where are they?”

“no, no!”, vladlena whispered. “i hid them at my place, okay, you take me there and i’ll give them back.”

heavy steps resonated again in the bathroom.

“you try anything funny, i’ll fucking kill you, lena, i’m not fucking joking. let’s go.” she hissed.

heels clanked again.

“wait, babe, i have to clean up. they can’t know.” her voice was low, your heart broke even more.

“10 minutes. i’ll wait for you in my car.” heavy steals resonated again, as well the sound of the door opening and closing behind her.

abigail is deranged. you felt sick.

you heard vladlena sniff again and you before you even registered what you doing, you were out of the stall. vladlena was already looking at you through the mirror. you couldn’t help your heart from breaking into more pieces when you saw the state she was in. her hair was now out of her tight ponytail and disheveled, her red lipstick was smeared and her black mascara and eyeliner had stained her cheeks. her eyes were red and glossy. she had red marks all over her throat.

“did you hear everything?” she didn’t turn around to face you, still looking at you through the mirror. your mouth felt dry, it just fell open but you couldn’t say a word. you just slowly nodded.

she sighed and took tissue out of the dispenser in front of her and made a pile. she pulled a hair tie out of her small bag and tied her hair. she dried her cheeks with one of the tissues for her small pile. you just looked at her. you felt like maybe keeping her company was helping in someway. so you just stood there,

she felt your eyes on her and spoke,

“i’m okay, you know.” she looked back at your reflection, “she needs help. she.. abby, she’s going through something right so. it’s okay. we’re okay.” she gave you a small smile. you tried to give her one back.

“we’re gonna go back home, she’ll have a xanax...or two, we’ll have some makeup sex and she’ll be good as new.” this poor girl. you watched as she pulled out a small concealer container and applied some on her face and on her throat. she winced a little when she tried to blend the concealer on her neck. she applied some mascara and let her hair fall on her shoulders again.

“how do i look?” she said with a smile on her face. this time she turned and looked at you. you couldn’t look at her in the eyes. you fell eye to eye with the poorly covered marks in her neck. you felt like crying.

“hey! eyes up here young woman!” she chuckled. how was she doing all of this. you assumed she was in a denial state about what happened to her. you felt sorry and scared for her. what if it happened again? what if this time abigail didn’t stop?

you worked up the courage to look at her in the eyes. she looked so bright yet so sad.

“y-you look great.” what a fucking loser, you were.

“great!” she turned around and put her things back in her small bag and turned around again,

“hey. i’m okay. yeah?” you nodded, “if anyone asks, and i mean anyone, asks, you say that you caught us having sex in the toilet, okay?” you nodded again. “great! you have my number, right? you call if you need anything, i mean, anything.” before i could react, she wrapped her arms around your body and kissed your cheek,

“you have a goodnight, love. thank you for staying with me.” and with that she left.

you let out air that you didn’t even know you were holding.

what the fuck.

you looked at your reflection and worked up the courage to go back to the girls waiting for you outside. you went back to the table and saw that everyone was gone. you looked around the chairs, looking for your phone and your handbag but failed to find them. exactly what you needed to end the weirdest day of your life.

you hesitated between just sitting back in defeat on a chair and waiting the police to take you out or going to look outside if bruna and sofia were still outside the restaurant. you chose the latest option. you stepped out of the restaurant and luckily, you found bruna, waiting for you with your handbag in her arms. you sighed in relief.

“what took you so long, friend” she said handing you your bag.

“if i tell you won’t believe it.” you plainly stated. she just shrugged and asked if you’d care for a ride back to your hotel. you jumped in the car with her, you didn’t have it in you to deny yourself a free ride. the ride back wasn’t that long, bruna insisted on walking you to your room despite the fact that the both of you had rooms on 2 different floors.

you got into your room and took a quick shower, got into comfy clothes and immediately fell asleep.

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the next morning, you surprisingly woke one hour before your alarm. after tossing and turning in your bed, you decided to start your day. you check your phone before getting up. 8 am. you scrolled through all the notifications you’ve gotten while you were asleep. you frowned a bit you saw how many you’ve gotten. you check your hometown friends’ groupchat, the conversation was still on going so you scrolled up to see what was going on.

ellie🤍 i got so scared when i got the twitter notif i thought y/n got injured. i was abt to cry. turns out it’s WORSE. MY HERO ABBY💔.

dina💕 ???

ellie🤍 abby injury 💔 she probably won’t play until the next international break

you frowned even harder. what? when did she get injured? mind still foggy, you tapped a quick reply.

you wait ellie where did you hear about this ?

ellie🤍 oh look!!! it’s a professional football player 😨 you’re so busy you don’t even know what’s going with your teammates. wow.

you i’m serious ellie

ellie🤍 wait you fr didn’t know? here’s the link https://twitter.com/waltfieldfc/status/1700793208819622151?s=46

you clicked on the link and read the entire statement.

Waltfield FC @waltfieldfc

We can confirm that Abigail Anderson suffered a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament on Wednesday night.

Abigail will now begin a period of rehabilitation and is set for an extended spell on the sidelines. She will undergo surgery in due course.

Everyone at Waltfield will be supporting Abigail closely throughout the journey ahead and we would ask that her privacy is respected at this time.

We're all right behind you, @abby19anderson ❤️

“that’s bullshit”, you yelled to yourself still lying in bed. an acl injury is any footballer’s nightmare. how could they just lie like that. some players never come back from that. how could they?

you copied the link, and sent it to the number you saved as ‘lena’ yesterday.

you is this serious [link attached]

FINALLY! ahhhh hope this wasn’t too long… PLEASE GUYS BARE WITH ME this is my first time writing bare with me okay!!!!

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson fics #abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby x you #abby x y/n

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serendipityeah · 2 years

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THE FIRST

The moment Lewis felt he was in love with you, he also felt he was about to start a battle with his own heart. It just wasn't in his plans! When your green eyes stopped being just green eyes and became his favorite ones! Your hair became the hair he wanted to stroke every night as he fell asleep. Fighting those feelings became more difficult each second. Seeing you every day didn't make it any easier.

You and your sweet smile, saying hi to everyone, always ready to help with anything that was needed on the track! In addition to being a professional photographer, you were also a professional in making everyone fall for you! Not only in a romantic way, but in an admirable way for the amazing human being you are! Lewis was your number one fan without you even realizing it.

Lewis was resting before a photoshoot, when he saw you arriving, camera around your neck, sunglasses, wavy hair and a tight dress that made him sigh with desire.

"You couldn't be more obvious!" George said with a mischievous smile on his face, looking at you talking to Lando Norris, always friendly and smiling. He sat next to Lewis and looked at him. "I think you're the one who needs love advice right now! I didn't expect the great Sir Lewis Hamilton to be so nervous about a woman."

Lewis sighed with a smile. "I don't even recognize myself."

"What's the matter? Y/N is sweet. Super normal for you to have feelings for her! Who wouldn't? Look at her! Beautiful, successful, independent…”

"…and pure." Lewis finished, not taking his eyes off you for a second. "She's pure, genuine, young. She needs a man who treats her well, who has time for her, who can be present in every moment of her life! Besides, I already have a heavy baggage in my life! My relationship history is not the best, the rumors are countless." Lewis played with a small ping pong ball as he spoke, not meeting George’s eyes.

George leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. "But someday you're going to have to find love, man! We all have a special somebody out there in the world for us. And one thing I know, if you sit here looking at her through the window, a “no” is surely guaranteed."

Lewis looked at his teammate and shook his head. "George, she's a “little” girl! I couldn't allow myself to have feelings for her. We are exactly 10 years apart. TEN! Yet, here I am! Looking at her and wanting nothing more but to hold her. What am I doing, damn it.” Lewis mumbled, throwing his head back.

George blinked, confused. "Ok, you have quite an age gap! And? Y/N is an adult! You're not committing any crime! Lewis listen to me! I adore you like a brother! And I know that girl has a special effect on you. I've never seen you like that with any other girl! you have such a beautiful chemistry, everyone can see it! Give it a chance.”

Lewis took a deep breath! "Well, it's not like i can avoid her! She's Mercedes F1 lead photographer, so..."

"And talking about photographers..." George said with a smirk, nodding towards you.

You enter the room with Toto by your side and an ear to ear smile. That damn smile.

Once you spot Lewis, you wave at him. He mimics the gesture.

George walks towards you and wraps an arm around your tiny figure. "How is my favorite photographer doing?"

You eye him suspiciously. "I don't know what you're trying to do but the answer is no!"

George rolls his eyes. " I wasn't going to ask you anything."

You nod amused. "Humhum, sure."

You walk towards Lewis and sit next to him. The smell of your perfume filling the air.

"Today we have a very interesting photoshoot to do!"

"Is that so?" Lewis asked, acting as normal and professional as possible.

"Is for a charity event, and your fans are so going to thank me for this!"

Stop smiling like that Y/N, please stop. Every little thing you do, makes me fall harder and harder.

Lewis looked at you with such an admiration, his eyes filled with genuine love for you. Never in his life he felt something so strong as this.

"You are going to pose....shirtless!"

Toto chuckled, eyeing his two racers.

"Not fair. Lewis is in his element. I've never done a shirtless photshoot." George blinked, frowning.

"My grandma used to say "there's always a first for everything!” Is for charity. Calendars..."

You wink at them.

Lewis laughs nervously. "Sure why not? Like George said, not new to me."

You took a step closer to him. Dangerously close. Your eyes met and you gave him one of his favorite smiles. "Let's start with you then!"

The first part of the photoshoot was Lewis in front of a brand new Mercedes, shirtless, only with his racing suit down his hips, and water running down his body as if it was sweat.

You grabbed your water spray bottle, and sprayed his body. By this time you were so close, you could basically hear his heartbeat. Lewis looked down at you and you gulped, watching the water dripping down his tattooed chest and abs.

Lewis couldn't look away, he was too into you. And there you were, alone, him shirtless, wet, with you only a few inches from him.

Without noticing, your hand moves to his chest, running your index finger down his skin, making him gulp. Unconscious of your actions, or not, you let Lewis rest his forehead on yours, his hand now on top of yours following your movements. And when your eyes met in a sensual gaze, Lewis pulled away, turning his back on you with a hand on his forehead.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what...what I was doing.."

Lewis took a deep breath and licked his lips, pacing back and forth.

"I...I can leave if you want. I will tell Toto that...we can do the photoshoot tomorrow or...I will find and excuse and say I am not feeling good because of the heat.."

You rambled, looking everywhere but him.

"Y/N..." Lewis called out your name.

"Now things are going to be awkward and it was my fault...I don't know what I was thinking..."

"Y/N"...

"Oh my God, how unprofessional of me..."

Lewis walked towards you and with an hand on the back of your neck he pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss.

Holding you so close, desperate for your touch, desperate for your lips, desperate for your taste. Lewis deepened the kiss, by holding your face in both of his hands, while you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Heat of the moment maybe? Not for him.

Lewis was pouring his love for you in that kiss, hoping you could figure him out. Hoping you could feel the same he was feeling.

You both pulled away, breathless, foreheads glued, the tips of your nose touching.

"I should be the one saying sorry now.." Lewis whispered.

You remained with your eyes closed, holding him.

"I wanted to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you at the paddock."

You pulled away and looked at him, caressing his cheek. "We both know we can't". You whispered.

Lewis placed his hand on top of yours. "If you want, it's two of us wanting the same."

You shook your head. "You are THE Lewis Hamilton. I am just Y/N! You don't do public appearances with the ladies you bang. And they are a lot! You don't date! You are never romantically involved with anyone. And your love life is a book full of celebrities and models and one night stands. I don't fit into your world! You know that, I know that. So let's just, pretend this didn't happen."

You grabbed your camera and start to pack your things when Lewis holds your wrist. "

Y/N...hear me out. I am going to sound super cliche! But damn I never wanted someone so bad the way I want you. I am like a kid finding his first love. I can't even sleep knowing I will see you the next day. Damn the whole team knows how annoying I can be when it comes to you. I wake up wanting to see you! I fall asleep wanting to see you. You are different."

"I had affairs with a lot of women, yes! But never, never in my whole life, I wanted to fight for someone the way I want and will fight for you. No one motivates me more than you do, no one gives me the hugs that you do.”

Lewis was breathless as if he had run a marathon.

His hands were holding onto yours, afraid you would disappear.

"But we are ten years..."

"I couldn't care less about our age gap. I wouldn't know. The first time I laid my eyes on you you didn't have your age written on your forehead. But thank god you are older than 18!" You both chuckled, eyes filled with care and passion.

"So no, Y/N! You are not another one on my list. You are the first ever, in my life. When it comes to love...what a word...no one comes first than you."

Your chest was full of hope. Full of purpose. This man in front of you, the man you used to watch racing on TV, the man who welcomed you open arms into his team, the man you were deeply in love with, has reciprocated your feelings. It was terrifying, but made you feel so alive at the same time.

"So...Miss Y/N...do you want to be Lewis Hamilton, first ever real girlfriend?"

He whispered with a smile, biting his bottom lip.

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin with your finger.

"Well, I never dated a famous person before...."

He smirked, running a hand down your back.

"Well, My grandma used to say "there's always a first for everything!..."

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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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Always been you: Part 2 - DRxfem driver!reader

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Summary: Some snuggles and some future plans are all they need as they hide from the world in their own little world.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem driver!reader

Warnings: Some angst, swearing and all the fluff in the world.

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: Holy shit this took me forever. Okay, keeping it short, 246 notes on part 1? Are you all insane? Cant even start to describe how happy that makes me, so I’m just gonna say thank you! It means the world to me for real. Okay, part 3 its gonna be the last one and is on its way. Let me know what do you think that will happen?? 👀 Also should I make like a general taglist?? Let me know that too?? Kay, bye, kisses in all your foreheads and see u soon!♥️✌🏻

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Part 2.

Everything was perfectly fine between her and Daniel. Everything was easy when they were together. Everything just worked out perfectly, as if they were just meant to be together from the beginning. Being so terrified of admitting her feelings for Daniel felt silly, and she really didn’t understand why she wasted all that time when she could have done it back then when they were teammates. It was so easy that sometimes it was scary, but she loved every single second of it. Everything was easy as it was falling in love with Daniel. She knew it was gonna happen at some point, so after so much time trying to avoid it, she finally let it flow. It happened and didn't take her by surprise at all, especially now that they were together. Besides, loving Daniel was probably the easiest thing she ever did besides driving. It felt like she was meant to drive, but also meant to be by his side and love him. Everything was working perfectly fine, except for work and their schedule, obligations, events, contracts, publicity, filming, photoshoots, interviews and everything that came with being a Formula 1 driver. Between her spending most of her days at the factory in Switzerland, race weeks where they would normally be in different hotels, and then race weekends where they would barely see each other for counted minutes where they would be never alone, it was nothing but hard to spend time together.

Sometimes they would act like they casually stayed in the same hotel and as carefully as possible they would sneak into each other's rooms to at least sleep in the same bed, all knowing their teams had their backs to cover them. Sometimes they would do the same thing in their trailers on some European circuit, saying that if the rest of the drivers could do stuff together, they also could have dinner together. It was almost normal to find Daniel at the door of the Alfa Romeo hospitality to talk to her in the same way he did it more than once going to the Redbull building to talk to Max. It was already a regular thing to find them standing together as they went around the track during the drivers’ parade on Sundays, talking with some other drivers but mostly joking between them. She was normally the one giggling uncontrollably at his silly jokes because he was clearly doing it to make her laugh. But all that always lasted some short minutes, and then it was to work, forgetting they were a couple for the next few hours. It was like switching to a weird flick that made them go from being a couple to being just friends until they left the paddock on Sunday night. It was hard. It was really complicated when they weren’t really doing anything wrong, but it was worth every time they were together. When they managed to sneak some days or even some hours together, it was just pure beautiful bliss and happiness and nobody could take that from them. Sometimes they would manage to spend some days away in some other place, like a week in New York, some extra days in Miami or Montreal, or even one week of the summer break in LA. But besides their little getaways, they were always together in Monaco. The nights they didn’t have plans or things to do, they would normally stay in one of their apartments having dinner, watching tv, fucking each other until they were exhausted and then sleeping tangled in the sheets. It was easy and simple and she loved it. But probably nothing was as easy as seeing Daniel coming home to her. Nothing was as beautiful as to read a text or hear him say over the phone ‘I’m on my way home’ and know that he wasn’t referring to his apartment or hers, he was referring to her. He was coming home to her, not really mattering where she was or where they were going to be. Things were like that from the beginning. After their first kiss and especially after their first dinner –which ended up being their first date and first time together– in her place, they got stuck together and there was nothing anyone could do about it. They started dating that exact same day, not really wanting to play games simply because they were too tired to run around trying to chase each other. From that day things moved fast, probably for the fact that they got counted minutes to be together. They started dating the week after the Imola incident; she managed to run away with him to New York before the Miami race and then stayed with him there until they had to fly back to Europe. In June they sneaked onto the terrace of the hotel, they were ‘accidentally’ sharing in Baku, and she finally admitted that she was in love with him right there, and everything became way better when Daniel said that he loved her too. They spent their first week of summer break together in LA and then they got to meet each other's families and friends as an official couple and something more than just teammates like they did back in their Renault times. It happened fast, but somehow it didn’t feel rushed. It felt right and somehow on time, so they were happy.

But from all that long list of things they did together, her favorite one was when Daniel gave her the keys to his apartment. He did it one day as she was joking about how stupid it was having to wait until he buzzed her in. She didn’t make the comment with double intentions or waiting for something from Daniel; she just threw it out because she really thought it was silly. In fact, she was waiting for some silly joke as an answer, but instead he got up from the couch, came back with the keys in his hand, ready for her to take it. She did take it, but in exchange she gave him a kiss and the promise to give him the keys to her place, whispering in his lips a sweet ‘What’s fair is fair’. That’s how Daniel went to her apartment that night, opening the door with his own keys on one of the counted free weekends they had, right before they left for Singapore and Japan. He came and found her in the kitchen making dinner, and the smile on their faces when they saw each other was just too big, even when their lips were together. The first thing he did was to give her a kiss, but then he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting her finish what she was doing as he covered her neck and shoulders with kisses. They were just too happy in their little bubble of love and happiness, not letting anything ruin it. She promised to herself and to Daniel to not let anything ruin what they had; not people, not racing or anything at all was gonna get in the middle of them and their relationship, and they were keeping their word so far.

They were doing a good job so far, and it was being an easy job to keep their love for each other and their relationship safe in the middle of a crazy bumpy ride, but some days it was harder than others, at least for some minutes. One of those counted moments happened once dinner was done and they were talking, all cuddling on the couch with two glasses of red wine in their hands. Everything was perfectly normal as they were kissing and watching some NBA game that Daniel put on the tv, but then he asked if she had plans for the weekend before they left for Singapore, and she remembered that in fact, she had plans. “Why don’t you come with me? It's just dinner with friends. Antonio is gonna be there and you know him and my friends, so it won't be that bad” she asked, stroking his cheek as she practically begged him to go with her. Normally she wouldn’t don’t do that, but knowing how complicated everything was going to be from that moment to the end of the season, she just wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. “It's just dinner and maybe some drinks but no big deal”

As soon as she saw Daniel’s face, she knew what his answer would be. He didn’t even have to speak for her to know what he was going to say, but she let him answer after he gave her a sweet, short kiss that tasted like nothing but love and fine wine. “I would love to, but if someone sees us we are screwed, babe. Besides what would I be there doing with you and your friends?” Daniel asked, stroking her legs that were resting over his as she was snuggled right by his side and almost on his lap. "We’re friends too. We’re just hanging out with friends. Having dinner ain’t illegal, right?” she shrugged, and even if it was a joke for Daniel, it really wasn’t. Normally he would drop some silly joke about the issue, but this time he just let his head fall over the back of the couch. “Hey, we’re not friends. I spent too much time being your friend and I’m not doing that again. I love you too much to do that” I love you too much to do that” she assured, covering his cheek, jaw and neck with kisses to prove her point. The whole ‘We’re just friends’ thing was probably as hard as hiding. She hated those words as much as Daniel did, but days like that one, it looked like he hated it a bit more. Maybe it was the fact that they were in the friend zone for three long years, but now, every time one of them had to describe their relationship as ‘friendship’ it was like a knife going to throw their hearts. It was nothing but weird to hear people talk about them being one of each other’s best friends when they were planning a future and building a life together.

She could feel his body tense when she said the world ‘friends’, but he relaxed again as soon as the ‘I love you too much’ left her mouth, and then he was back to normal when she kissed his skin, but she could see a little almost imperceptible frown on his forehead. “I love you more” Daniel affirmed, squeezing her waist a bit, turning his head to give her a kiss. It was his brown eyes that could make her do anything. She couldn’t with that warm chocolate color. She couldn’t with the way he looked at her, just as if she was the most precious creature in the universe. She just couldn’t when he looked at her and all she saw was love and adoration. She couldn’t ruin one of the counted free weekends they had, so she took a very easy choice. “I’m gonna reschedule” “No fucking way, babe. We can see each other later. Why don’t you come over when you’re done?” Daniel offered, trying to keep her from doing something silly, but heaven knew that she was damn stubborn, even worse than him. “We could do that, but I’m gonna reschedule” she insisted, snuggling even closer to him if that was even possible, all while she rested her head over his shoulder. “I’m not letting you. I’m calling Antonio myself”

“What if we meet at whenever we go after dinner? You can go with the boys and we pretend we just ran into each other. But no flirting with girls because I’ll kick your ass” she proposed, trying to find a solution to the problem. But her favorite thing was feeling Daniel smiling against her forehead when she dropped the silly comment. She felt his grip around her tightening as he kissed her head, and for a second every single preoccupation disappeared and was replaced with nothing but love no and adoration for the man by her side. “How could I flirt with anyone when I got you? And how am I supposed to keep my hands off you in public?” Daniel asked. Her first response was a little shrug and it was followed by a little kiss on his neck. They had been doing it for a while, but after months it was still hard to keep their hands away from each other when they were in public. Touch was their love language, not matter if it was just hugging, holding hands, or kissing. It was the most normal thing for them to be sitting together and have one hand over the others leg or Daniel’s arm around her waist or shoulders. It was so normal that it was almost impossible to stay away from each other while they were in the paddock. It was normal for her to suddenly feel Daniel’s fingers ghosting over her waist, acting like he was casually resting his hand in some place behind her or to have him standing too close to her, pretending he had no idea what person space was. They really had no idea what personal space there was between them, but she loved it. She loved Daniel with every single fiber of her body, so having him all around her was just too wonderful, just like it was terrible hard abot being able to touch him when he was away, even if for some hours.

“Same way we do it while we work, but we have enough of that bullshit at the track, so that’s why I’m canceling” she insisted again, kissing his neck once more. “No fucking way I’m letting you do that” he repeated, but this time he tickled her, making her lay down on the couch. “I don’t want you to cancel your plans for me, so I’m going with you. I’m telling Michael and Blake to come with me and that’s it. Its not like they don’t know your buddies”. It was that simple answer that made her warm even more. It was the fact that he didn’t want her to change her plans for him and that he was ready to change his so they could spend some extra hours together. She knew it was absolutely normal, but bad luck, bad decisions and clearly a bad taste -that was clearly over- for men made her always pick up the wrong boyfriends. She wasn’t used to having that because somehow all her exes wanted to be the center of her attention, not really understanding how busy her life was and how she was trying to do her best with her life outside racing tracks. Then it was Daniel who just understood everything because his life was even busier than hers. Daniel, who was trying to do everything in his power and putting everything from him so they could make it work together while also trying to protect her and their relationship. Daniel, who was the center of her universe but never wanted her to take time away from her family and friends. Daniel who loved her so much that he was ready to do anything for her, even risking getting caught. “Just know I’ll kick assess if someone gets too friendly with my girlfriend. I won’t care who’s watching” he stared, laying down beside her on the couch, opening his arms so she would get closer.

“Same if someone gets too close to my boyfriend” she smiled as the word ‘boyfriend’ left her lips. She still couldn’t believe Daniel was her boyfriend, so a little smile appeared on her face every time she said it. “You know, the worst part it’s pretending I’m not in love with you. All the time I think someone’s gonna realize and that we’re gonna be screwed” she murmured, placing both hands on his chest while she looked at the pair of brown eyes that she loved so much. “Don’t even mention it. Blake says I need to stop looking like a love-sick puppy all the time. Maybe Netflix makes a whole episode about us” Daniel joked, kissing her forehead and then her nose. “Why do you think they asked us about the other last week?” she asked in case Daniel forgot about what they called ‘The Netflix incident’.

Just like any other weekend, the Netflix team was around doing interviews and filming material for their new season. Everyone was used to seeing cameras and people around the circuit following different teams or drivers, but that last week was particularly different. That week she was supposed to have the Netflix crew with her around the track and going from one place to another in Monza. It was okay after all; she agreed with it because Daniel convinced her it would be fun, but then she found out they were following Daniel, too. Then she realized they were pretty much following them. She tried to ignore it, and that Thursday afternoon she really thought she was going to answer the same all questions about her team, about a particular event or a particular race, but she didn’t. The straightforward question was ‘Are you and Daniel together?’ and she froze. She laughed out of the nervous attack she had at that moment. She laughed in front of the cameras of one of the biggest stream services that existed. She laughed, and she lied and knew if looks could kill, then the big part of the room would be dead and gone. She answered with a simple ‘No, we are not together. He’s just one of my best friends’ and the answer should have stayed there, but it didn’t. The politically correct answer was that, but then she had to add a very serious ‘Did you ask this to someone else? Did you ask Pierre and Charles or Carlos and Lando? Or is it just with me because I’m a woman? Wanna ask if I’m with someone else? Wanna ask about the other eighteen drivers?’. The room went into absolute silence as she stood up and left the room, followed by her team and the Alfa Romeo team. Her team just wanted her to stop for a second; the Alfa Romeo team wanted her to go back, but all she did was turn around and tell them to leave her alone. That was one of the lucky times where she and Daniel were in the same hotel, so it took her no time to go straight to him because she needed to hide from the world. It took Daniel a long hour to calm her down that day and now they could laugh at it, but back then it was one of the worst days of her life, and she was nothing but thankful to have Daniel by her side.

“And how fucking hard it was to keep my face straight when they did” Daniel joked, because he had the exact opposite reaction to the tricky question. Since he was warned by her about the question, for Daniel it was all about payback. He went into that room and answered the question with a serious face that was nothing but weird on him. Suddenly the joker was gone, and nobody in the room knew what to do except keep it short and change the subject of the questions. Daniel said that if they made his girl feel like shit, then he was going to make them feel like shit and that’s exactly what he did, even if deep down the grin was fighting for coming out and screaming in front of those cameras that yes, she was his girlfriend. Daniel wanted to yell that she was his Cherry, but he kept it quiet. “We’ll figure it out one day, y’know? We won’t keep it a secret forever, but meanwhile I’m happy I get to kiss you here at home” he affirmed, just as if he was reading her mind and the questions running wild inside it. And what he also did was answer them with a sweet, slow and perfect kiss that eased her mind. Just as she kissed Daniel again and again without a hurry in the world was when an idea came to her mind. She knew it was going to be hard to make it happen and that it was perhaps impossible, but she couldn’t help but drop the question as she stayed with her lips ghosting over his. “Why don’t we go somewhere? We can take some days off, maybe go to Italy”

“We just came back from Monza” he remembered, and damn, she knew, but she couldn’t care less about it. “You wanna go to your secret cave in Verona, Juliet?” “You’ve never been there, so I still gotta show you my little secret piece of heaven in the form of a villa by a lake” she murmured, stealing one last kiss in some way to convince Daniel. Even when they lived between Monaco, London, Switzerland and whatever country they were in for a race, she had a secret house in Italy that counted people knew about. She had been promising Daniel to invite him there even back when they were together in Renault, but it didn’t happen. Now that they were together, they talked a couple times about going and she had been dreaming about spending some days there with Daniel, but again, it never happened no matter how badly they wanted it. “You got a lot of little secrets, Cherry” Daniel murmured, moving down on his place to bury his face on her neck and place some kisses around her skin which helped make her relax more than any other thing in the world.

“But you’re the best of all of them” she whispered, closing her eyes and letting herself go in the feeling of his lips over her neck, his stubble scratching slightly at her skin and his fingers moving under her shirt to stroke her waist. “C’mon, babe, let’s get out of here, even if just for the weekend” she purred as she practically begged. And she hated to beg, but he could even make her do that. “Sounds like a little piece of heaven indeed, especially because you’re gonna be there” It was then when she realized it was impossible, and Daniel was just probably looking for a way to remind her that they just couldn’t do it. He was looking for a soft way to say the words than none of them wanted to say, but she had to do it, even if it hurt. “Yeah, I know, we can’t. I gotta fly to Switzerland this week, we are going to Austin the week before the race, then the next free week it's between Mexico and Brazil, and then the season it's over and you go home” she listed, remembering how the next couple months of their life were absolutely planned and nothing could get canceled or changed. “Forget I said anything” she whispered with a little shrug and a kiss on his forehead, trying to ignore how it broke her heart a little. The sadness in her voice was all Daniel seemed to need to move from his spot and look at her. She tried to put a little smile on her face, but looking at Daniel’s expression, she was failing miserably. “Hey, don’t put that pout. We can go the first week after the season it's over. I won’t have to be locked for two weeks in a hotel room in Perth, so we have time before Christmas” Daniel offered, clearly desperate to make her feel better. “No, babe, it's okay. I don’t wanna take time away from your family. I was just daydreaming. Wishful thinking, I guess” she stated, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. “You’re not taking time away from anyone because you’re my family too, baby girl” Daniel affirmed, grabbing her right hand to kiss her knuckles, her palm, and then her wrist. “What if we cancel our week in Austin?”

“We are not canceling Austin. You love Austin, so it's a no” she shook her head, and she might sound like a stubborn, but there was no way she would ever let him miss those days that he was waiting for so long. Besides, she was also expecting that weekend, so canceling their small getaway there wasn’t even an option.

“Then we cancel whatever we were going to do between Mexico and Brazil” he offered again, kissing the back of her hand and giving her his best puppy eyes. “And deal with the jet-lag just because?” “Cmon, Cherry. When we are not jet-lagged, baby?” he asked with a smile on his face trying to convince her, and even when she knew her boyfriend was right, she just didn’t want to say yes because it was useful to travel without reason. “Hey, I just wanna make you happy. If Italy will put a smile on your face then we’ll find a way” “You make me happy and you put a smile on my face. I don’t need an Italy getaway to be happy” she insisted, stealing one long and loving kiss trying to make him drop the topic. She really thought she had made it. She really thought it was forgotten between sloppy kisses, soft strokes, and little whimpers, but then Daniel moved apart to look at her. “Let's go when the season it's over. We spent a week there, just you and me. What do you say?”

“I say that I love you more than anyone in the world” she whispered, absolutely lost in him, finally a smile appearing on her face because she really couldn’t believe he was doing such a thing to make her happy. “I love you more, but I have two conditions for that trip” he stated, kissing her nose before he kept talking. “After that you come to Perth. Not for Christmas because you’ll spend it with your family, but for New Year. I think some farm life would be good to make us relax” Daniel negotiated, making her smile even more. “Deal. What’s the second condition?” she wondered, kissing his lips a couple times as both of her hands rested on his cheeks. “Let's move together”

She could have sworn she was imagining things. She could have sworn it was all because of the wine they were drinking before. She could swear it was a joke, but Daniel wasn’t laughing. There was no ‘I just made a bad joke’ smile, it was a genuine smile. It was an ‘I’m very serious’ smile, and that’s how she knew Daniel wasn’t playing games with her, but even then, she couldn’t help but whisper an imperceptible ‘What?’ that she even though Daniel didn’t hear. “You hear it. Let's move together. Let's get a nice place here in Monaco for, you and me. We can get an apartment together and make it our place when we’re not working” “You’re not kidding, aren’t you?” she asked again to be sure, as her jaw was still hanging, trying to understand what was happening. Daniel wanted to live with her and for them to have a home together.

“No, I’m not. With our job we don’t have much time to be together, but the time we spend here, I wanna spend it with you. We can see if it works, and if it doesn’t, we’ll figure it out, but let’s do it, Cherry” he repeated, grabbing her chin between the long fingers of his tattooed hand. “It’ll work” she nodded probably too hard and too fast. “We’ll make it work. We’ll come home together and it’ll work. I promise it’ll work, babe” “So that’s a yes?” Daniel asked with the biggest smile on his face, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “Its a fuck yeah” she giggled, placing her arms around his neck as she kissed him as many times as it was possible, and then some, but it felt like it was never enough. “Oh God, we’re insane” “We drive the fastest cars in the world, so what’s new with us being insane?” he asked with a little shrug before he went back to kiss her, but even when their lips were together, none of them could help but smile because they were going to get a place to live together, but they were already home.

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the mason sisters: four

summary: photoshoots, a new old friend, and some fun times in the car.

word count: 4552

warnings: food, swearing

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(a/n: i created a character descriptions carrd! it’s on the masterlist, which you can find here!)

over the next few weeks, mercy attended meetings with the hendrick teammates to learn more about the series and the way hendrick works. the time came to announce the new driver of the 48. mercy had interviews with hendrick, pictures taken, make-up touched up every few pictures, etc. mercy was getting tired by noon, and pretty hungry too. when she’d get a break, she’d text her parents, sister, and alex. she’d also text jimmie, asking for advice on how to keep herself sane on days like these. she laughed at his text about daytona media days. “mercy, five minutes.” the photographer, faith, called to the young woman. “‘thanks!” mercy smiled, looking down to her phone and scrolling through social media, seeing a tweet from her childhood friend, laurie. she opened up her texts and texted her, telling her to save her from this mess. “i heard someone wants taco bell!” alex yelled, walking in with a bag of food and two drinks. “you are a lifesaver, thanks alex.” “no problem.” alex sat next to mercy, chowing down on his burrito. “the potatoes are cooked just right.” mercy groaned at how delicious the potatoes are. “do you want me to pay you back?” alex shook his head and pushed mercy’s wallet out of view. “no, no, no need, merc. my treat.” mercy smiled, putting her wallet back in her purse. “thanks, alex. i appreciate it very much.” alex nodded. “it’s not a problem at all, i know what these days are like. daytona is the worst.” “jimmie said the exact same thing.” “mercy, we’ve got a few photos left, wanna come finish up and then we’ll be done for the day?” faith, the photographer asked mercy. “yeah, be right there!” mercy took a sip of her baja blast, throwing her head back at how good the baja tastes right now. “thanks again, alex.” mercy pat his shoulder and smiled, getting back to taking photos.

after about 45 minutes, mercy finally finished up photos and got to finish her now cold taco bell. “thanks for keeping an eye on my food, alex.” “i almost ate the rest of it.” he laughed, taking a sip of his pepsi. “how did you know i like baja blast?” “i follow you on instagram and twitter, i know more about you than you think i do.” he winks, laughing again. “oh my god, stalker.” mercy gasped, giggling. “you also really like dunkin coffee, especially when it’s practically cream.” “you’re one of those people who like plain coffee, psychopath.” the pair laughed, mercy holding onto alex’s shoulder so she doesn’t fall over. neither of them noticed the photographer taking a picture of the two of them laughing, planning to send it to mercy.

after looking at the pictures with faith, mercy picked out her favorites and asked her to send them to her when she had the chance. “thanks, faith, i’ll see you soon! thanks for being awesome, too.” “no, you’re awesome! have a great week!” “thanks, you too!” mercy waved, walking out of the room and receiving a call from laurie. “laurie! oh my god it's been forever! how are you?" "i'll meet you outside." alex nodded to mercy, who nodded back. "it's been so long! we need to get together soon. i was calling you cuz i've got some news." mercy sat down on a bench in the lobby. "gimme the deets. what's up?" "so you know that a certain person and i have been talking…" laurie giggled. "austin?" "yeah. well, we're uh, having our first date tonight." "WHAT?!" mercy yelled, making a few shop guys turn to her. "sorry!! no, seriously, y'all are together?" laurie laughed. "no, not yet. hopefully it all works out. how about you? how are you and alex doing?" "you know i'm gonna pull up in a disguise, that glasses and a mustache disguise to your date, right?" mercy chuckled. "seriously, that's so awesome! yeah, we're getting really close. i mean, we're literally in the same shop next year, but he definitely doesn't feel that way." "bestie, i know you two are gonna get together. hello, you're so gorgeous, you'd be the biggest power couple!" laurie beamed. "laurie, no, it's not gonna happen. he clearly doesn't feel the same way." "he does. not to change the subject, but i'm so excited for tonight!! i'm gonna send you a couple of pics of my fits, tell me which one you like!" laurie squealed. "will do. oh, got them." mercy connected her headphones to her phone so she could listen to the call. "that black one is cute, but i think you should have a pop of color to it. maybe some red? it looks so good on you. remember when you said it would never happen because 'he's him and you're you'? look who's right again." laurie sighed. "shush. i still owe you a drink. we need to get together soon, i need some mercy-laurie time." "same here. i miss you so much, i've just been so busy. you know about what's going on, right?" "yeah, you told me the day you found out! i'm still so happy for you. any chance i can be your crew chief?" laurie chuckled. "i can talk to mr. h, maybe he can get you in here sometime. if not, you'll be at every single race. you'll get to see katelyn, too. she's gonna try her hardest to be at my races, and i'll be at hers. i'll make sure you have a spot for daytona." "awesome, thank you so much! i'll be there this weekend." "yay! can't wait. see you this weekend. love you!" "see ya! love you too." laurie sang, making mercy chuckled. she hung up the call and headed outside. "alex, you didn't have to wait for me!" "figured since we're teammates and shop-mates next year, we should get to know each other better." he shrugged. "sorry, i'm not usually this social, i'm very, very awkward." "no, no, welcome to the club. i've been awkward since i was born, buddy." mercy chuckled. "the more comfortable i get with someone, i don't feel as awkward. i mean, we had interactions on twitter and stuff like that, but face to face stuff can be awkward. i'm rambling, aren't i?" mercy cringed, making alex laugh. "it's fine, merc. i get it." after a small pause, mercy spoke up. “so, uh, where do you wanna go?” “i was thinking maybe the shop? i could introduce you to my guys and your guys?” “yeah, that sounds good!” the pair decided to walk to the shop, since mercy was getting pictures in the administration building. the two drivers were quiet for a bit, enjoying the bird sounds and quiet hum of the highway. “that’s a cardinal. i think i heard a sparrow or two. some finches as well. i had pet birds and loved all types of birds as a kid, so i know a lot about them. i still have two cockatiels from my childhood in my house, we have a specific room for them. it gets a lot of sun and they’re happy there.” “really? that’s interesting.” alex smiled, waving to a car driving by. “yeah, i really like birds.” mercy chuckled, seeing a female cardinal fly by. “that was a female cardinal. my grandmother loved them. she was a big part of my life before she passed when i was young.” “sorry to hear that.” alex pat mercy’s shoulder, “oh, thanks. katelyn took it the hardest with our grandfather, though. i was closer to my grandmother and she was closer to her grandfather. he passed when we were young, too.” mercy nodded, alex kept his hand on her shoulder for a few seconds, then slowly brought it back to his side. “yeah, life sucks, as we all know. it gets better though. i really thought i was out of nascar for good a few years ago.” mercy snapped her fingers, “i remember that. i was pissed, not gonna lie. i barely knew you, we had interactions on twitter and stuff like that, but that just really sucks. i can’t believe they fired you on twitter.” “i don’t go to that taco bell for that reason.” alex laughed. “totally get it, i wouldn’t either. i’m glad you’ve got a ride here. it’s a nice crowd of people, i just hope people here don’t avoid me because i’m a woman and ‘it’s a man’s world’. i’m young, if i don’t get any wins next year, that’s fine, i’ve got plenty of chances. i just hope my hometown crowd is as loud as it is whenever i go up for xfinity.” alex opened the door to the shop and let mercy in, a small thank you coming from the young woman. “if it’s as loud as it is in xfinity, it’s gonna be even louder in cup. i remember the first time they said your name last year, even when they said your number, they were loud. then you came out on stage and people went absolutely nuts, they love you up there.” “i’m grateful for them. i miss home a lot.” alex nodded, “i get it, i miss home. hey, some shop guys are available if you wanna go see them now.” “yeah, that’d be great.” mercy smiled, heading into the shop.

after about an hour of talking to the shop guys, mercy got a text from faith with the pictures she wanted.

‘thank you so much faith! when did you get that picture of alex and i?’

‘Just after we finished our session. You are really cute together!’

‘oh, faith, we’re not together! we’re just friends. this is our first meeting face to face, we’ve seen each other in passing but we’re just trying to get to know each other better since we’re shop-mates next year.’

‘I’m telling you right now, you’re gonna be a cute couple if you ever date. Unless you don’t swing that way, which is totally okay by me! You’re a great person and you deserve the best! ❤️’

‘faith🥹🥹’

‘😁😁 I’ll send you the rest when they’re finished! Have a great week :)

‘you too! 😁’

mercy saved the pictures she wanted to send to her friends and family, keeping the one of her and alex in a separate album. “thanks for the time, sorry to keep you from what you need to do, i’m just showing mercy around, since we’ll be shop-mates next year.” “fine by us, see you soon, mercy!” “see ya! thanks for being so kind.” mercy smiled, turning to alex. “ready to head out?” “yeah, gimme a sec, i’m taking all of this in right now.” the young woman giggled, running her hand through her hair. “i still can’t believe this is happening, alex. i’ve been dreaming about this my whole life.” “it’s happening, merc. a few more months and you’ll be in the cup series.” alex smiled, opening the door for mercy again. “thanks.” mercy stretched out her arms when they got outside, sighing. “what do we do now? anything else you wanna take me to?” alex thought about it for a few seconds. “just the gym, i guess? i hate the gym.” alex laughed. “i don’t like exercise.” “neither do i.” mercy smiled. “that explains why i look like this.” she moved her hands up and down her body, a chuckle escaping. they headed to the gym, seeing some more shop guys from other teams using the machines. “wow, y’all got a huge gym! i’m more of a biker, i like biking.” mercy saw a whole row of treadmills, practically in awe at the amount of them. “i know you and josh wise do a lot of biking, mind if i join you two sometime?” mercy turned back around to face alex, pushing some of her hair back. “yeah, that’d be fun! i need more support sometimes.” alex laughed, scratching his face a little. they left the area of the gym and headed outside. “so, you’re the driver of the 48 next year… that was my dream, you’re living my dream!” mercy tapped her fingers along her thigh, grounding herself. “it’s crazy how my life changed, 2016 i was filling in for junior cuz of that concussion, now i’m full time and about to take over the 48. it’s so crazy.” alex sighed. “now you’re making history as the first woman hired for hendrick motorsports. it’s absolutely nuts how much history is being made. they don’t have any idea what’s coming, merc.” “oh, stop. you’re making me blush!” mercy fanned her face with her hand, laughing. “i’m serious! you’re freakin’ badass.” alex smiled, “the queen of the xfinity series! bow down!” mercy laughed as alex bowed in front of her.

katelyn saw mercy’s car pull up to their house around five, then alex’s car pulled up behind mercy’s truck. mercy walked up to the house with alex. “i’m home! not for long, though! just wanted to grab some stuff. katelyn, you’re welcome to come along.” mercy yelled as she opened the door. katelyn ran downstairs as mercy was running up. the youngest mason sister saw alex standing near the door on his phone, scrolling through social media. “alex! hey.” katelyn waved to alex, who looked up from his phone. “oh, hey katelyn!” alex waved, “we’re gonna go get some dinner. you interested in anything? you can come along if you’d like.” “thanks! i don’t wanna interrupt anything, though. i’d feel horrible if i did.” “no, you wouldn’t be!” mercy came back downstairs in a my chemical romance shirt, black shorts, and a small bag of mascara and lipstick in her hand. “invite someone if you’d like, it’s just a small get-together.” “i don’t want to interrupt anyth-!” katelyn was interrupted by alex.“we’re totally okay with you coming along!” he smiled, “i just gotta let the dogs out before we go anywhere.” “we get to finally meet those crazy pups now!” mercy gasped, holding her hands together. “you know i’m gonna be dropping by every chance i get to play with the pups, right?” “me too!” katelyn giggled. “they’re so cute.” “until they get into stuff.” alex laughed. “they’re cute, but little brats. ready to go?” “yep, lemme grab my purse and i’ll be ready.” katelyn winked to mercy, walking upstairs and heading to her room. mercy rolled her eyes and chuckled. “pain in the ass little sister.” “i have two brothers, so i feel your pain.” alex chuckled. “they’re a pain in the ass too, but i love them.” “yeah, i love katelyn, i’d do anything for her.” mercy gave alex the side eye. “don’t tell her i said that, though. she’d never let it go.” “who wouldn’t let what go?” katelyn came around the corner of the staircase. “nothing, get your ass movin’. i’m hungry.” mercy laughed. katelyn ran down the stairs to go outside. “we’ll take my truck, i’ve got more room, if that’s okay by you?” “yeah, that’s fine!” “alex, you gotta take me for a ride in your ‘vette sometime. mercy’s been on a ride or two and i haven’t!” katelyn folded her arms, pouting. “you’ll get a ride soon. how about for your 18th?” “17 and a halfth birthday?” katelyn smirked. “kate, that’s literally passed already. that was may.” “yeah, yeah, and it’s october, i know, it’s next month, but i can’t wait that long!” “my birthday is literally next week, kate. i’ll be getting another ride!” mercy looked up at alex with a big smile on her face. “right?” “yeah, sure. i’ll make sure to scare the shit out of you with burnouts.” alex smiled. “you won’t scare me. can i drive it since it’ll be my 21st?” “don’t go drinking beforehand.” alex laughed, “dear god, it’s gonna be ruined.” “hey! i’ll take care of your pretty car.” mercy pouted, making alex laugh. “alright, ready?” mercy grabbed her keys out of her pocket and headed outside with katelyn and alex. “katelyn, you gotta sit in the backseat, alex is older so he gets the front seat.” “no, it’s okay! katelyn can have the front.” “no, that’s fine. alex should have the front.” katelyn nodded, getting in the back, sitting in the middle. mercy jumped into the driver’s seat and connected her phone to the cord and bluetooth so she could play some music. as soon as they got moving, mercy had alex press shuffle on the playlist and vampire money started playing. “oh my god, vampire money!!” mercy and katelyn yelled as alex tapped his foot to the beat. “well, are you ready ray?” mercy yelled. “yeah!” katelyn yelled back. “how ‘bout you, frank?” “oh, i’m there, baby.” alex yelled. “how ‘bout you, mikey? fuckin’ ready.” mercy changed her voice to fit mikey, then back to gerard. “well i think i’m alright!” “ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!” all three drivers yelled, headbanging and dancing in the truck. the whole time vampire money was playing, each driver yelled the lyrics and jammed out. after vampire money finished, alex directed mercy to where they were going for dinner. mercy asked alex to play vampire money again, since she loves that song so much. as they jammed out to the song, she got a text from laurie. “laurie says, ‘austin is such a gentleman, i’m so happy with how everything is going’ with three exclamation points. what do i respond with?” alex read to mercy. “uh, ‘now you owe me twenty bucks. /hj seriously i’m so happy for you’ with a few exclamation points, and uh, a red heart. thanks, alex.” “she sent a picture too, of her and austin.” mercy glanced at her phone, seeing the picture. “oh my god, they’re so freakin’ cute. kate, look!” alex turned around to show katelyn, who looked up from her phone. “aww, they’re so cute!” she smiled, going back to her phone. “texting tyler, i assume?” “hey, shush.” katelyn blushed. “it’s been a few months, ask him out for a drink or something!” “he would totally say no to me.” katelyn sighed. “i’ve only known you for a few weeks, but from what i’ve heard from merc and seen, i’m surprised tyler hasn’t asked you out.” “oh, shush, alex. you’re just saying that to be nice.” “he’s serious, kate! i’m telling you, i’ll go up to tyler and literally force him to ask you out. it’s obvious he likes you.” “not to change the subject, but lizzo is on. gimme a minute before i say anything else to boost your mood.” mercy starts dancing in her seat, alex directing her to the next turn. “ay boy, whatcha say boy, you tryna play coy like a gameboy? hit my phone, boy, is you home boy? are you home, boy? come gimme dome, boy.” “mercy goes crazy for lizzo, alex. just to let you know, she’ll probably quote some stuff from her often. she’s a huge fan.” “got this boy speaking spanish, ay papi~!” mercy pushed her hair back, throwing her head back. “i see that. she literally shut you up for her!” alex laughs, looking over at mercy, who’s singing to herself and dancing in her seat once again. “make a girl go crazy! four, three, i like big boys, itty bitty boys, mississippi boys, inner city boys, i like the pretty boys with the bow tie, getcha nails did, let it blow dry, i like a big beard, i like a clean face, i don’t discriminate, come and get a taste, from the playboys to the gay boys, go and slay boys, you my fave boys!”

the three drivers pull up to alex’s house, mercy parks the truck and disconnects her phone, getting out of her truck and walking behind alex. katelyn is still on her phone, texting tyler. “hey guys! holy crap, i’ve only been gone for a few hours, you’re crazy!” alex laughs, petting his dogs and giving them head kisses. “hi puppies!” mercy kneeled down and pet finn and roscoe. “oh my god, you two are just lovebugs! hi! hi! hi! thank you for the kisses, boys! you’re so sweet, hi!” katelyn puts away her phone and starts petting the dogs. “hi you two! hi! hiiiii! how sweet! hi! oh my god, hi!” alex heads towards the back door to let the dogs out. “finn, roscoe, c’mere rascals!” “hey, look, he has his own rascals!” mercy put katelyn in a headlock and gave her a noogie. “ow, ow! mercy!” katelyn laughs, pushing her sister away. the sisters head outside with alex as the sun starts to set. “wow, this is such a nice property, alex. i might just have to live here.” mercy beams, laughing along with alex. “there’s enough room if you need to crash anytime.” “alex, can i use your bathroom?” katelyn asks the older driver. “of course, when you get to the kitchen, take a left and it’ll be the second door on the right. the fan makes a weird noise when it turns on, but it’s not gonna do any damage.” “thanks much! be back in a few.” katelyn give the dogs pets and then heads back inside, closing the door. mercy grabs her phone and texts katelyn.

‘u only left so alex and i would have time alone. u brat >:(‘

‘Get itttt ;)’

‘stfu or i’ll tell tyler u loooove him’

‘I’ll delete your number and never talk to you again’

‘hehe >:)’

“i’ve been thinking about something.” alex spoke after a few seconds of silence. “yeah?” “do you wanna just have dinner here? i can order some food and we can chill here. you must be exhausted from today.” “i mean, if you’re offering, sure. i don’t wanna overstay my welcome, though.” “not a problem, you’re really fun to hang out with. i feel like we get along really well.” alex smiled, resting his hand on mercy’s shoulder. “thanks, you’re really fun to hang out with, too. you’re one of the only people i’ve met that don’t make me feel intimidated.” “god, you two, get a room.” katelyn gagged as mercy blushed, laughing. alex laughed along with mercy. “oh tyler, you’re so cute, tyler, i wanna marry you!” mercy made fake kissing noises at katelyn. “mercy-kay!!” katelyn blushed, alex laughing at the sibling banter. “you two are hilarious. katelyn, we’re gonna stay here and order food, are you in the mood for mexican food?” “hell yeah!” “ooh, can we order from que onda? they have these really good vegan tacos.” mercy held up her fists and shook them a little. “fine by me.” “same here.” “awesome. i’ll write down the order and call it in.” “oh, merc, no, it’s my treat again.” alex smirked, pulling out his phone and writing down the order.

once they ordered their food, the three drivers sat in front of the tv with some drinks and watched whatever was on tv. mercy was next to alex on the couch, katelyn was on the chair next to the couch. “thanks for letting us stay over for dinner, alex. i know i appreciate it.” mercy smiled, pulling her phone out and seeing a text from laurie.

‘what’re you up to? austin and i are hanging out at his place.’

“not a problem, i enjoy the company!” alex smiled, taking a swig of his beer. mercy texted laurie back.

‘hanging with katelyn at alex’s place. he invited us to dinner! :D’

‘oooh you’re close now ;)’

‘nope. not happening.’

‘mercy, my bestie, you gotta get together! ur too cute together, a power couple!!’

‘nooo it’s not happening! he’s too good for me :(‘

“the food’s here!” katelyn cheered, heading to the door to pick it up. she thanked the driver as they drove off, placing the bag on the island. alex helped katelyn with the food as mercy finished up her draft for a tweet. “would y’all mind if i posted a pic of the three of us to twitter?” “not a problem at all.” alex nodded, handing mercy her tacos. he received a thank you from the 20 year old. “same here, it’s totally fine by me.” katelyn smiled. the three sat down at the table and started to eat their food. mercy opened up the camera app and sat right next to alex, who put his arm around her shoulders, and his other arm around katelyn’s shoulders. they all smiled for the picture, then making funny faces for another picture. “thanks for getting pictures with me. i wanna get a couple more before we leave.” mercy smiled as katelyn groaned. “you know i hate getting my picture taken, sis!” “deal with it, rascal.” mercy smirked, sticking her tongue out.

after they finished their dinner, katelyn took mercy’s phone and had her sister and alex stand outside. “alright, here we go!” alex wrapped his arm around mercy’s shoulders and mercy placed her hand on alex’s back. “i got a couple. my turn!” katelyn handed mercy her phone back. the oldest mason sister grabbed katelyn’s phone and took a couple pictures of her sister and teammate. “got a few. alex, can you please get pictures of katelyn and i?” “of course, who’s phone?” “mine, katelyn won’t send those pictures until i’m on my deathbed.” mercy cackled. “that’s not true! it only took me six months to send you that picture of you and that standee of mikey way!” katelyn grumbled. “i had that as my lockscreen for weeks. it was nice to look at his face for that amount of time.” mercy handed alex her phone and stood next to her sister. katelyn stood awkwardly next to mercy, while mercy rested her arm on her sister’s head. “you’re mean and you stink.” mercy gasped, putting her arm down hugging her sister. she had a big smile on her face, while katelyn laughed. alex laughed while taking the picture. “i got a few for ya. hope they’re not shitty.” “oh, buddy, if they’re anything like katelyn’s pics, you’re doomed.” “shut up, meanie.” katelyn pouted, making the older drivers laugh. “jeez, it’s getting late! it’s almost ten. i’ll text mom and let her know we’re headed home as soon as possible.” “damn, it’s that time already?” alex looked at his phone. “wow, today was fun, girls.” “yeah, it was!” katelyn beamed. “i agree, it was good to hang out with you, future shop-mate.” mercy giggled, lightly elbowing alex in the arm.

mercy drove alex back to the mason household, since he left his car at their house. he walked the sisters to the door. “hey, thanks for today, katelyn. you’re a fun gal.” “thanks, alex. you too, you’re fun. thanks for dinner, too! see you soon!” “not a problem at all. see ya, goodnight!” alex hugged katelyn, then waving as she went up to her room. “alright, thanks for tonight, alex. thanks for the taco bell and dinner. i appreciate it. i owe you, too.” katelyn watched out her window at mercy and alex on the walkway by alex’s car. “no, no, you don’t owe me. it was my treat.” “mmm-mmm. you’re not getting away with that, bowman.” the pair laughed, as they hugged each other. katelyn snapped a picture of them and sent it to mercy. “i’ll see you soon. hopefully at the track this week?” “yeah, definitely. stay safe.” mercy smiled, patting alex’s arm. “see ya, mason.” “see ya, bowman.”

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Little Sister

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers

A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh

Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.

Word Count: 2K

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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.

Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.

She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.

Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.

So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.

Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.

Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.

For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.

She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.

She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.

When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.

However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.

How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.

What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.

Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.

Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.

All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.

You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.

You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?

Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.

When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.

Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.

There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.

You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.

She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.

She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.

When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.

When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.

Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.

No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.

Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.

The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.

She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’

Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.

So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.

“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”

Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.

“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.

She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.

In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.

You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.

You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.

You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.

“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.

You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.

Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.

“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”

Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.

“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”

Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.

“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”

You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.

“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.

Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.

“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”

Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.

“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”

Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.

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“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”

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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.

“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”

Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.

You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.

“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”

You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.

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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“

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You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.

“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”

You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.

“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.

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“Wherever you go, I go.”

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nelweensfic · 2 years

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Wedding Day

@drarrymicrofic prompt : Wedding. Thank you @purplehotmess for beta reading 🥰 This is the sequel of my fic 'Let's make it public' ! Enjoy!

It was the day.

When Draco woke up, he was trembling — in excitement or nervousness, he couldn't find the difference.

It was the day.

As tradition ordained it, Draco didn't sleep with Harry that night. He had to not be seen by the groom, after all. So when Pansy burst into his bedroom in the small cottage with her muggle vanity in her hand, he knew it was real.

It was his wedding day.

"Darling, how are you still in bed?" She scowled. "You know we still have to see the flowers and fix the decorations for the ballroom before taking care of you!"

Draco grumbled but hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom. The ceremony would be at 3 p.m, and it was 7am. Even though they had done a lot with Harry and his family yesterday, there was still work left to do. Draco couldn't deny the efficiency of the Weasley family. Having a bunch of hands, knowing what they're doing was really helpful, he had to admit.

Draco put on casual clothes and went downstairs with Pansy, where they took their breakfast before heading towards the other side of the cottage.

It was Harry who had chosen this place. After Ginny left for the Holyhead Harpies, Arthur and Molly Weasley built a little cottage on their land. Sometimes they rented it to muggles, resulting in the Weasley patriarch gleefully tinkering with Muggle devices while learning more about them from their guests. . Sometimes Harry's teammates went there after a match to cheer and celebrate together.

The place was amazing. A big stone house with a french style garden. Some bushes of flowers, and an iron table with beautiful chairs were out in the middle of a circle of gravel just at the entrance, giving some caché to the place.

It was big enough to have a big wedding outside, hell, even do a Quidditch match here. The view from a broom was simply amazing.

Despite it still being winter, the temperature got warmer that month, and Draco had planned the wedding outside. He designed the aisle with flowers and iron chairs, but last night it had rained Crups and bloody Kneazles, so Harry and Draco had to consider doing the ceremony inside.

Harry couldn't be there to help, since he needed to do his haircut, after which he and his teammates planned to do a bunch of photos for the day. Draco had to do the same later in the afternoon but it didn't matter. He was a Malfoy. Planning a wedding was a piece of cake, and having Pansy and, surprisingly enough, Charlie Weasley by his side, the task was easy enough.

They spent the morning running in the rain — Charlie used his muscle to move the furniture and Pansy did the decoration of the room. Ron and Hermione arrived in the middle of the morning from their photoshoot to take some flowers for Harry's suit.

By the time they were down, it was lunch already, and Draco had barely eaten. Mostly because of stress though, even when the weather was auspicious. He knew the French saying: Un mariage pluvieux, un mariage heureux. A rainy wedding, a happy wedding.

Draco took a long shower while Pansy also got changed. When he stepped into his room, he couldn’t be more nervous or happier as his eyes landed on the light cream colour suit.

Draco Malfoy wearing light colours. His father would have laughed at the thought. After years of black or dark green, he was finally glad to be on the light side.

"Ready to be the little Prince of the day?" Blaise teased when he bursted through the door, his grey suit fitting him amazingly.

"When am I not the Prince?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"When Harry is in the room." Pansy replied after she entered too. A long, dark green dress, with wrist-length puffy sleeves and a deep cleavage.

Draco grinned. It was the truth; Harry was always in the spotlight when they were invited to events, but this time Harry insisted that it would be Draco's day. Draco would be lying if he said he didn't want the attention.

"Okay, Princess, put on your suit, I'll do your hair and make up after that." Pansy said.

Draco put on his three piece suit, the brown bowtie highlighting his silver eyes. Pansy took some time to do his makeup. She put on some eyeliner and a tint of blush. He didn't look in the mirror until Blaise turned around, a little vial on his hand.

"Are you sure about that?"

Draco nodded. He always wanted to do it. What better day than his day. Blaised opened the vial with a little pop and then, slowly, he poured the liquid on Draco's hair, here and there.

After a minute, some blonde locks changed and became darker til black. Pansy gasped and Blaise's eyes brightened. Draco looked at them with wonder until Pansy gave him a mirror.

He looked exactly like his mother. Less Malfoy, more Black. A mix of them. She dyed her hair the same way after Lucius' incarceration. Draco never had the gut to do it. Until today.

"It's perfect." Draco whispered. "Do you think—"

"He will like it. And if not, then you can always say ‘I don’t’!" Pansy joked.

Draco looked again at the mirror. Having his hair black was amazing. And it went perfectly with his cream suit. Pansy put a flower crown on his head. Lilies and Narcissus.

After the photoshoot — full of banter and laughter — Draco’s nervousness came back with full force. The guests were starting to arrive and the rain was getting more and more intense. Draco opened the window and took a deep breath of the earthy scent in the air. It wasn't a part of the original plan, but he was so glad about the rain. It had always helped him think straight.

The door of his room opened and Draco looked at his mother. She was wearing a light green dress. Her eyes widened at the sight of her son.

"Draco," she whispered. "My little dragon. What did you —"

"You don't like it?" Draco cut her off, worrying about his choice.

"You're perfect." She smiled and took him in her arms.

Draco tried hard to not sob but he was just so happy. His heart felt close to bursting, and his cheeks were already tired from all the sentimental smiling. He couldn't say a word before the clock rang. It was time. It was 3:30. He had to go down and then walk down the aisle to Harry. His soon-to-be husband.

They stayed behind the door, Narcissa taking Draco's hand as the music started. Hermione and Ron had joined them. She wore a light red dress and Ron, a light brown suit. At first they were shocked by his hair but then Hermione winked at him. He knew she was saying that Harry would like it. The song changed and then Hermione and Ron walked through the door. After 10 seconds it was Pansy and Blaise's turn. Then after another 10 seconds it was Narcissa and Draco's turn.

Draco felt his mother's hand on his elbow as they walked by the door. The music got louder; it wasn't the traditional wedding song, much lighter, but Draco couldn't focus on it. All he could do was look around himself, a strange flutter in his heart making him hesitate from meeting Harry’s eyes. The chairs were adorned with light flowers. White and orange, Pansy had put light bulbs all over the wall to achieve a cosy, domestic effect. Then Draco watched the guests. The Weasleys and Harry's teammates on the right, Draco's teammates and friends from Hogwarts on the left. Even Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Flitwik were there.

Seeing them smiling was enough to finally give Draco to put his eyes on Harry. His heart literally stopped beating for a moment. Harry was gorgeous in his navy suit. He wasn't wearing his glasses and his hair was short cut on the sides. Still messy on the top, just like Draco loved it.

The aisle was too short, or too long, but the sight of this cobblestone path with all the flowers on the chairs till the altar was amazing. Ron and Hermione were standing on the right, beside Harry. Pansy and Blaise at the opposite. When they arrived, Narcissa kissed him.

"You're doing great. Your man is lucky!"

Draco gave a small smile and walked to stand beside Harry. He smiled like an idiot. He — Draco Malfoy — was smiling like an idiot. But those eyes. Those emerald green eyes.

"Hey," Harry whispered, and tugged Draco’s hand into his own.

"Hey…" Draco replied.

Love. The term of endearment went unsaid.

The guests sat down when the music stopped. Bill Weasley took his place between them, his wand twirling over their entwined hands, setting a golden shine around them.

"Me, Bill Weasley, will host this ceremony." Bill said with a loud voice. "Bridesmaids and best men, I need you to come forward."

Both sides moved towards him. He gave them each a ribbon, one green, one red, one yellow, and one blue.

"As a bridesmaid and best man, you will say your toast and put those ribbons on their arms."

Ron put his red one first.

"Harry has been my best mate for more than fifteen years now. I came to know more about Draco those past months. He's not the same as he was at Hogwarts but he's still a git!"

The room laughed and Draco glared at him from the corner of his eyes.. Harry snorted and Ron chuckled before tidying his ribbon. Blaise came with his yellow one next.

"Draco has been a model for us Slytherins. Even when we were in danger, he always found a way to protect us." He tied the little fabric. "Harry, well, he's Harry. But he treats our little prince very well, so I, as Draco's best friend, am very happy to give my mate to this Appleby Arrows seeker."

A part of the room booed them while the other applauded. Draco laughed but squeezed Harry's hand. He was happy. Hermione arrived next with the blue ribbon.

"Harry has never made the smartest choice. As a Gryffindor, he was more stubborn than a mule, and always rushed headfirst into danger." Draco snorted and Harry kicked him lightly on the shins. "But Draco always made him think deeper. Even in his darkest moments, he always had Draco’s support. So by this ribbon, I hope they will find the solutions when there is a problem, together. That they can count on each other, forever."

Finally Pansy came, blinking rapidly in an attempt to not cry, but Draco could see her eyelashes glimmering with unshed tears. She tied her green ribbon with trembling fingers and said:

"Draco has always had an incurable crush on Potter. He couldn't be more obsessed at school. But having him propose months ago without a warning was the best Slytherin move I have ever seen in Slytherin history." Draco smiled proudly. "Harry, you made him who he is right now and I wish you to be as cunning as he is. Otherwise, this marriage will be boring, and you’ll end up watching that horrible show on the telly with him every evening."

The room rang with laughter and scattered applause as she stepped back to her seat. Draco looked at Harry then at their hands, now tied at the wrist with bright, golden threads of magic. The final vows were about to come and he was anxious. His mouth was dry as he opened his mouth.

"Harry, when I first met you, I didn't know you'd be so difficult to reach. I dreamed of being your friend for so many years, that failing to do so on the train was a nightmare for me. So I did the only thing I could do to get your attention : I challenged you and became your rival."

By now, there was a tear rolling down Harry’s cheek, but he smiled anyway.. Draco tried hard to blink away the moisture in his eyes.

"I didn't know that it would end in you, pining me on a wall one day and finally having you for myself. Being with you, being loved by you every day is a miracle. Laying beside you every night is a gift. But having you for the rest of my life… it will be the best Slytherin move I ever did."

Draco heard Pansy snort and Ginny booing him somewhere.

"I love you, Harry Potter. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. And today, pledging on my magic and the fathomless love I hold for you, I take you as my husband."

Draco's voice finally broke at the last sentence. He couldn't have imagined this day even in his wildest dreams, but here it was. Harry tried to pull him in a sneak peck on the lips but the scowling look from Bill, laced with humor, made the audience chuckle at the sight. Nodding to them. It wasn't the right time yet.

"Draco," Harry said after clearing his throat. "When someone asks me how my Hogwarts years were, I think of you before all else. You were always here. Even if it was bad at first, I learnt that my feelings for you were more than just rivalry and competition. And, like the Gryffindor I am, I finally pinned you on that wall in fifth year when you asked me out."

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat, and couldn’t stop the tears. Having those beautiful green eyes on him, his hands tied with Harry's. Those vows. It was too much.

"Those past ten years with you by my side were marvellous and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. So today, pledging on my magic and my forever kind of love for you, I take you, Draco Malfoy, to be my husband."

The golden light around them shone brighter and then the coloured rubans disappeared. The vows had been said, and the grooms could now kiss. Harry put his now free hand on Draco's cheek. By instinct, he melted into the touch before gripping the lapels on Harry’s blazer and pulling.

As they kissed, their bond was sealed. They were magically bound as husband and husband. Draco couldn't be happier.

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roseabelle21 · 3 years

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Synopsis: Every anniversary spent with your partner are always unpredictable, joyous, and exciting. You never know what a certain blond has planned every year for your special occasion. And after five years of being together, this might be the best one yet.

Pairing: Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Fem! Reader

Status: Unedited

Genre: Fluff🐰🐇🐰

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The ambience of the local cafe never fails to soothe your nerves. The work of a Hero is neverending. After all, no one can tell when a villain might show up and cause destruction. The Hero business is relentless; they will call you up when the job becomes too much for your sidekicks, even on your days off. Of course, you know what you are getting into the moment U.A reached out to you for recommendation trials, and peoples lives are at stake, it was understandable.

The sidekicks are still learning though that doesn't mean that they are not progressing, being the most experienced in the field, they still need your help. You love helping people, don't get it wrong, their smiles and relief noticeable in their faces and posture, the ease they felt when you show up because they knew you are capable of taking that villain down, is enough to make it all worth it. But the reports you have to type up after the fight is less than exciting. Sure you have someone who can do it for you, but that damned Hero Commission wants it to come from you.

So no matter how little time you get to relax, you take advantage of that. Now, here you are, catching up with your best friend since birth in this small, homey cafe. It's rare to have the same day off with someone from class, when you found out that Momo also has her day off today, both of you immediately agreed to meet up. Both of the women practically running up to each other the moment you caught sight on the other side of the road. Wrapping your arms around each other in a tight, and overdue hug, almost squealing in public.

The giddiness from your bodies did not stop even after 30 minutes later, laughing and telling stories from your work and personal life. Even though you already know from your weekly - if not nightly - calls from each other. Bakugou once jokingly said you and Momo act more like in a relationship rather than the both of you do. To tease him back, you wondered out loud if both of you are, you would already be married. Let's say he did not like that one bit, informing the office the next day that you are sick, unable to move your legs and sore body. Fucker just gave you a smug look before leaving to work, Bakugou did cook you breakfast though.

Speaking of him, "Hey- Uhm, I have something to tell you."

Momo looked at you through the top of her mug and gave you a nod. She grew concerned when you bit your lip and traced the rim of your glass with a finger, "what's wrong?"

"It's silly," you chuckled. Nervous to tell the truth, but you knew you had to take this feeling off of you, and there is no one better to tell your problems to other than your ride or die.

"Is it about Bakugou?" she took your hand and intertwined your fingers together, rubbing her thumb along the back of your hand.

You nodded, "it's just that we haven't spent time with each other as much as we want to. We always find time to eat together, breakfast, lunch, and dinner if one of us is not asleep. We always find time for each other. Now," you gulped. "Now, that rarely happens."

Momo listened to your story silently, smiling softly when your eyes met. "It's not silly (N/n) you miss him. And that is normal for couples, have you talked to him about this?”

"No," you shook your head, embarrassed, "I can never find the right time to swoop it in."

She hummed, tapping her chin in thought. You swear you can see her eyes lit up for a split second before it disappeared. Maybe it was just the trick of the afternoon light, so you shake it off.

"I won't be too worried about him cheating on you if that's what you are implying," your eyes immediately widened and hastily shook your head. Embarrassed flushing red on your face as you frantically waved you hands in denial, "n-no! It's not like that!"

Momo giggled and motioned you to calm down. She's only teasing, no one in class - and the whole world - will question the blond's loyalty towards you.

He won't even spare a second glance at any girls who are throwing themselves at him. That was proven when someone tried to flirt with him at a class field trip during your third year of U.A. Bakugou and you only being in a relationship for less than three months, the blond shut her down rather harshly. You almost feel bad, had you not been telling her he had a girlfriend for 10 minutes straight.

You laughed in your head evilly at her tears.

Do you give a fuck? No not one.

How many fucks do you give? Zero.

Were you mean for thinking that? Absolutely.

Do you regret the minuscule smirk of victory forming on your lips once she ran off, crying? Nope. She had it coming.

"Then there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of," she cooed. "You and Bakugou-san have been inseparable ever since your accidental confession," you groaned, embarrassed. "Maybe he's just busy on a mission? You know how obsessed he is with becoming the number one hero. And now that he's so close to achieving it, he might be losing time for you, but that doesn't mean he loves you any less."

A small smile graced your lips at her, thankful to have Momo as your friend to confide in everything. She was and will always be your safe person, other than Katsuki.

After going through that enemies-to-lovers arc? Did she think that Bakugou would easily sway to another person's pursuit of him? Nah, both of you fought for the other to give that up easily (either together or against each other).

"Make sure to tell him what you feel in all of this. Communication is the most important quality in a relationship." Momo reminded with a stern yet soft voice with a wag of her finger, which caused you to giggle.

"Thanks, Momo," the ebony-haired girl only responded with a grin. Her eyes sparkled, excited about what's to come in the next couple of months.

~*~*~*~*

Right now, you felt like the worst person on the planet. With only three days away until the five-year-anniversary with the love of your life, finding the perfect present is almost impossible. Curse you and your perfectionism!

Not only that but the last couple of weeks had been hectic. You think your manager and agency is purposefully doing this to make you suffer. Villains attacking were the farthest reason for your stress, surprisingly. Sure there are petty crimes here and there, nothing your sidekicks couldn't handle, but the media stuff are the ones weighing you down. You grew accustomed to taking a quick shower, at times, dinner with the blond before crashing down on the bed passed out.

Commercials, photoshoots, travelling, sponsor partnerships here and there, it was almost as if you were back in rising to fame. It was exhausting and frustrating at the same time. You can never seem to find a break anymore. The only time you can rest are lunches with Katsuki and coming home late at night, sleeping.

However, both of you made the most out of it after your lunch with Momo a few months ago. You took her advice and told Katsuki how you felt. No surprises, he understands how you felt, gave you a tight hug and explained everything.

Sadly, he can't tell you the mission. It was confidential. Only the higher up's and the rest of his teammates knows it. You understand it's part of the job at the end of the day. And to keep you from worrying too much even though you know he's capable of taking care of himself out in the field.

Both of you miss each other, and with breakfast and lunch is the only reason you get to see your partner, it was slowly becoming regular to you, much to your dismay. "A small price to pay for becoming a Hero" is what your manager would say.

Waking up in the morning to either you or Katsuki making breakfast, taking turns to visit each other at their agency to bring lunch despite the limited time, it was more than enough.

Being in the mere presence of the other is more than enough.

"(Y/N)! Five minutes left till you have to go!"

The voice of your manager snapped you out of your trance. Turning your gaze from your phone screen to their place in the doorway, clipboard in their grasp, hair messy and dark bags forming under their eyes.

A small, sorry smile formed on my lips. Well, at least they're not the only ones.

"You know, both of us would look much, much better if you reject a sponsorship or two." you teased, walking up to them and patting their shoulder as you walked past them.

They smiled sarcastically in retort.

"I wouldn't have too if not for getting a raise," they mumbled under their breath. Tiredly rubbing their face, reminding themselves to suck it up, only three more days, these will all be over. A raise and a week vacation promised, the ones to look forward too.

"Ah, shit! Almost forgot," they pulled out their phone and typed in another errand.

Accompany (Y/N) today, tomorrow, and the next day to find a gift.

~*~*~*~

You found it, the perfect gift to give your explosive man.

You clapped your hands excitedly, placing the carefully wrapped box on the nightstand atop your beloved night book, away from the possible dangers of the world.

Sighing peacefully, a flopped down your shared bed. Curling up the warm blankets and cuddling with Katsuki's pillow, enjoying the peaceful afternoon day.

Finally, a day off.

The day of your anniversary.

This day would have been perfect if your other half was here, you know, spending the rest of your day off together. Waking up with his arms wrapped around you, cooking breakfast with his arms still around you, even walking around with his arms around you.

However, you can't find it annoying. After months of being apart, that was the most and longest physical touch you both have experienced.

Unfortunately, the office called him for an emergency. The phone call was urgent. Katsuki furrowed his brows in annoyance and concern as he listens to his sidekick give him the information. To put the cherry on top, he only answered calmy. That's how you know it was severe; they need desperately need Dynamight in action.

Katsuki was reluctant to leave, telling you he's already been away from you for too long. His eyes screamed for forgiveness, hesitant, and something else you can't quite place.

You pushed him to get dressed, told him if he can finish the mission early, the earlier you can spend the rest of the day together. The fire in his eyes sparkled brighter than ever, accompanied by his menacing grin, accepting the challenge of beating the damned villain who ruined his day faster than they can blink.

He pulled you in for a deep kiss before heading out the door, running back for a quick kiss before finally leaving. A giddy giggle erupted from you at his actions, watching him ride away with his motorcycle.

With nothing else better to do, you decided that a quick nap wouldn't hurt anybody. You know that Katsuki will be back soon, safe and sound. He's come so far, and stopping him right now when he's so close to achieving his dream would be an insult. You have so much faith in him, one of the many reasons he loves about you.

You were ready to drift off into dreamland; had it not been for the insistent and rapid knocking suddenly coming from the front door. Groaning, you muffled your scream in your pillow, wanting to cry from annoyance and stress.

Only one person could be doing that. With their strong voice chanting your name over and over again at the same rhythm as the door knocking, your manager must have something important to tell you.

Their bright smile greeted you when you opened the door, in contrast to the annoyed and tired look you gave them. Telling you what is needed to be said, you dramatically collapsed, landing on their chest. Another commercial to shoot!

"Don't you know what today is?!" You questioned dramatically, flailing your arms around to exaggerate your point.

They smiled apologetically at you, rubbing your back for comfort. "Believe me; you're not the only one dying to sleep right now."

You pouted at them, tiredly rubbing your eyes to chase the sleepiness away.

"Don't worry (Y/N)! It will be the last one for a long time! I've made sure to give us both a break for the next couple of months to give you time to discuss something important with Katsuki!"

You tilted your head, confused at their cherry voice and excited smile despite the darkness under their eyes.

"What-?"

"Let's go! No need to change, costume and your hair and make-up team is already waiting for you, no script needed since you only have to be there, answering the question naturally. And then -"

They continued babbling about what to do the moment you got in the car and towards your destination. As you drive for almost an hour, you noticed the changes in scenery. Gone are the tall skyscrapers and bright lights of the city, now slowly replaced by luscious green grass fields, strong thick trees and clear blue sky that you rarely see nowadays.

It was satisfying, seeing the wonders of nature even in it's simplest forms. You sighed, feeling at ease compared to earlier this morning, wishing that Katsuki was here to enjoy this with you. A nice picnic here or at the park will be enough.

You noticed a large, white tent approaching your view when the car started to slow down. To your surprise, Momo and Mina were there, waving at you excitedly, with bright grins adorning their faces.

"I forgot to mention," your manager started, stopping the car. "A few of your friends will be joining you in this."

You nodded, getting out of the car, wishing you could have changed into something decent other than your sweatpants and Katsuki's shirt.

The girls were immediately shoving you eagerly towards the tent, noticing that they are already dressed and ready for the shoot.

"I'm so excited for this shoot!" Exclaimed Mina excitedly, bouncing up and down carefully as to not ruin her hair. Incoherable noises left her lips as she continued guiding you.

The dark-haired girl beside you, although much more calm and collected, couldn't stop the giggles, holding your hand firmly as they opened the flap of the tent.

A surprised smile painted on your lips when the rest of the girls in your class greeted you.

"(Y/N!)" Ocahako ran to you, giving you a giant bear hug.

"We finally get to be together on a shoot, kero!" Tsuyu added with an excited clap.

"Hurry and get ready!" Hagakure pushed you towards the chair. You would have tripped on the way there had it not been for Jiro holding you by the shoulder.

You let it slide with a happy chuckle. It was almost impossible to get all of the girls together for anything. If they try to plan anything together, one of them will always be busy or on patrol that day.

It was nice being together once again, as in the good old days. Everyone was already ready and dressed in their complementary colours, you noticed. They chatted with you as you get your make up ready, some going out and coming back in for picture taking outside.

Again, you can't help but feel sad that Katsuki is not with you. These would have been perfect if he was beside you. No matter, you told yourself, I'll be with him after this.

"Whoa, (Y/N)," the girls cooed at you simultaneously when you got done. Looking you through the mirror with soft smiles and - were those tears welling up in some of them? To say you are confused will be an understatement. This is not the first time they've seen you glammed up.

"Are you all okay? What's the matter?"

They only smiled at you, dabbing the corners of their eyes to prevent tears from further falling.

"Whooo, enough of this," Mia sighed, fanning her eyes whilst looking up. "Get dressed honey, your dress is already there."

When you entered the dressing room, a beautiful white knee-length cocktail dress greeted you placed on the mannequin. It was off the shoulder with sheer sleeves designed in flowers and a flowy skirt. When you touched the material, you are shocked that it was silk.

Now, you are beyond confused and highly impressed. Then you wondered, what kind of commercial are you making? The company must be loaded to get all the well-known woman Pro Heroes together for this one shoot.

Your brows furrowed in thought but ended up letting it go. Slipping on your dress which hugged your figure perfectly, doing a little twirl to watch the dress flow. You are feeling yourself in this dress.

Once you exited the dressing room, you were surprised when you recognised one of your classmates in dance class there, wearing a bright costume along with the other dancers. They grabbed your hands and guided you to the centre; the music suddenly blasted from somewhere and danced around you.

You were beyond confused as you looked around. None of the girls except Momo was in the corner of the room, laughing and taking a video of you. You are so confused.

What is going on?

They prompted you to dance along with them, and you did, albeit softly; the dancers still cheered you on.

You laughed as they twirled you around towards Momo. "Come on," she pulled you out of the tent, dancers continued cheering you on from the inside.

You walked out towards the open field. The trees decorated in pastel shades of your favourite colours, the ground littered with the petals of your favourite flowers, your heart started to beat faster and faster with every step you take.

You swore you felt your heart leap out of your chest when you spotted more of your classmates came into view. A hand covered your mouth in sheer shock, happiness, and confusion.

Tables and chairs surrounded the open clearing. Red linens covered the tables along with silverwares, the surrounding trees decorated in lanterns and ribbons, a buffet filled with your favourite food on the side, a fucking swan ice sculpture beside it, chocolate fountain. But the one that caught your attention the most was the gazebo: built in the middle of a tree with beautiful white leaves at the tip of it.

You didn't know that you are now standing alone at the entrance, still frozen in shock as you looked at everyone with wide eyes.

What the fuck?

Kirishima then approached you with his usual bright smile, although this one might be brighter than the rest. He chuckled softly at your expression before offering you his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm about to faint and vomit at the same time," you answered shakily with a laugh. "What the heck is happening, Kirishima?"

"Well," he shrugged his shoulders, "why don't you ask the planner of this event?"

The pounding of your heart reached your ears, your face glowing bright red, as he led you towards the gazebo tree; only then did you see a single stool in the middle.

"Wait, the fuck?" You questioned a bit loudly. The rest of the crowd only laughed at your nervousness.

When you sat down, the table to your right; seated two crucial people in your life; your parents. They are smiling at you, tears running down your mother's eyes with your father's arm draped over her shoulder, both of them wearing white clothing like yours.

You mouthed a 'what are you doing here?' with a teary smile. Your father responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Your eyebrows flew when you saw the couple beside them: Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou, both reacting the same as your parents.

The sound of a microphone caught everyone's attention. Aizawa came into your peripheral vision on the left, wearing his usual black colours. He is nicely clean today; his hair tied away from his face; it looks like he shaved as well. The most surprising of all was the small smile he wore.

What is going on?

Your mind raced at the possibility, a hand resting on your chest as if it can calm your racing heart. It was all too much to take in.

"It's been a while since we're all together," Aizawa started, gaining everyone's attention, soft background music playing in the background.

"I'm not surprised by the length's this man is willing to go; he does want to be the best at everything- which explains everything." Everyone agreed silently. "He will never do anything half-assed."

He then walked up to you with a gentle smile, "now (Y/N), do you know what is happening?"

"No, I don't even know what's happening anymore," you answered shakily. "This is like a joke: Is this a joke?" you joked, albeit shakily.

Aizawa only smiled when you continued, "I'm just waiting for the director to shout 'Cut!' I don't know what to do, am I going dance? Will I start acting? There are camera's here, but they're not giving me instructions."

"You have no idea what's going on?"

"No! I'm already getting scared," you chuckled, voice already starting to reveal that you are about to cry soon. You chose to laugh it off.

"In all honesty, I know that you know and everybody knows and agrees; that you are the most beautiful woman today." You responded with a silent thank you, deeply flattered.

"You know (Y/N), all of this happened because of one person only. Just one person," you swallowed your heart back down, tears starting to escape your eyes as your heart and mind screams of that person's name.

"So don't be surprised; because this is how much he loves you."

Tingles ran down your arms once the background music stopped and Aizawa stepped down. You held your clasped hands in front of you and placed them on your lips, tensing up a little, waiting in anticipation.

"Sir, I'm a bit nervous about being here today."

The world stopped turning when you heard that line. The tears escaped along with a happy sob. The figure of Katsuki Bakugou emerged from behind the tree at the entrance, holding a microphone to his lips. The other hand, resting deep in his pockets.

"Still not real sure what I'm going to say," he walks up to you. Not once tearing his eyes away from yours when he met them. The smile on him was nothing like anyone has ever seen before; nervous, happy, content, love.

"So bear with me, please, if I take up too much of your time."

He was nothing short of perfect. No words could ever describe how beautiful he is right now; of course, he's always beautiful, but now, he is taking your breath away.

It was already rare when you see him not wearing his baggy clothing; it's considered a blessing to see him wear a formal white tux that suits him too well.

When he neared you, he took out a red velvet box in his pocket: gripping on it tightly as he angled it towards you.

"See in this box is the ring for your oldest. She's my everything and all that I know is. It would be such relief if I knew that we were on the same side."

Everyone watched in anticipation as the blond finally reached in front of you, kneeling on one knee as he continued to serenade you.

"Can marry your daughter, and make her my wife. I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life. And give her the best of me 'till the day that I die, yeah."

At this point, you don't care if you look like a mess. The love of your life is looking up at you like you are the most beautiful person he has ever seen; it's probably true.

"I'm gonna marry your princess, and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen. I can't wait to smile; as she walks down the aisle; on the arm of her father. Till the day that I marry your daughter."

You told him about your dream proposal; it doesn't have to be anything special as long as the song is there along with your family. And you know Katsuki, you give him an inch, he'll take it to the moon.

Katsuki stared at you with a soft smile, reaching his arms to wipe the tears off of your face. Laughing at his actions, you held on to one of his hands, placing it down on your lap. Both of you took in deep, calming breaths to ease your nerves before smiling at each other again.

"Hi (Y/N)," he called with a soft, shaky tone. A short laugh left you at his adorable nervousness. "Hi, Katsuki."

"You already know what the fuck is going on," the crowd laughed at his bluntness. "I'm not gonna beat around the bushes any longer. I want to make this official."

He opened the velvet box; a gasp left you as you saw the ring inside. A beautiful red ruby gem immediately caught your eyes as it shines in the sun.

A large smile adorned your lips as Katsuki looked at you with a tender expression. Everyone wiping away their tears at the moment before them.

"I'll save all the sappy words at the wedding vows, now, (Y/N)," when his eyes met yours again, you are sure.

"Will you do the honour of making me the happiest man alive by being my wife? Will you marry me?"

Despite the tears falling like a waterfall, your answer was clear and sealed. No matter how many different worlds there might be, how many different lifetimes are there in this universe, nor all the possible scenarios this proposal can take in, you will never get tired of saying the answer over and over again.

"Yes."

One way or another, Katsuki Bakugou and (Y/N) (L/N) will always find a way to be together. Herein is arms and the ring on your finger; all is well and where it should be.

Even though you can't give him his present now, I'm sure the box is still safe and sound on the table.

After all, you are the one carrying the most important gift.

The two strips of pink line on the stick only confirms it.

A/N: This is the longest and hardest story I have ever written for a one shot so far. Wedding?

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haikyuuhopes · 3 years

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An Emergency Appointment - Miya Atsumu x Reader

Time Skip! Miya Atsumu x Reader

Sakusa had practically, as much as he was capable of doing, begged you to help his teammate. Sakusa Kiyoomi never asked anyone for anything, so you wouldn’t dare refuse your former classmate and friend, but there was only so much frustration you could take - you could feel your teeth clashing in your irritation. Standing by your salon chair and tapping your foot repeatedly, you glared daggers at your phone as your special appointment on your day off was thirty minutes late...and to make matters worse, this was your day off.

Unlocking the screen, you had half the mind to call Sakusa, despite having already sent text messages to him when a loud banging sounded off at the front of the hair salon.

Looking up, you saw a tall man who crushed a bucket hat to his head with the hand he wasn’t making a racket with. Noticing he’d caught your attention, he whipped his arms back and forth as if he were deserted on an island and signaling SOS.

Looking around at the empty shop, you slowly walked to the door but kept your hand on the lock. You were alone in the studio after all.

“We’re closed,” you yelled through the glass, wanting to make sure the gargantuan in front of you was in fact sent by Sakusa.

“Yer kidding! I’ll kill Omi-Omi for having me out of the house like this,” the man yelled before fishing out his phone, “Bastard!” He started dialing as you blinked, did he mean Sakusa?

With a tilted head, you broke through his aggressive texting, “Who is Omi-Omi?”

He looked up from his phone with a hint of a blush on his face as he looked at you through the glass. “Sakusa Kiyoomi said you’d be open,” he grumbled with a pout.

Blinking slightly as you’d only ever heard Sakusa’s cousin refer to him familiarly, but never with a cute nickname. Looking up at the tall man with a childish pout, you wanted to be irritated with his lateness but struggled for a moment with what to do before opening the door. Gesturing him inside, the man quickly jumped through the door as if he was afraid you’d change your mind.

You locked the door behind you before you ushered the tall man to your chair with a sigh, “Sakusa made you an appointment - you were so late, I needed to make sure it was you.”

Sitting down with a huff, the man still had traces of the pout from earlier. “I didn’t realize I was that late - I’m sorry…”

“L/N Y/N,” you offered a hand for him to shake. He quickly stood back up to give you an enthusiastic shake in return, quickly relieved from the pout. You may or may not have noticed how big and warm his calloused hand was as he jostled your arm.

“I’m Miya Atsumu,” He grinned before blushing a little and taking a step closer to you. “Oi! You dating Omi-Omi?” he finished with a questioning lilt to his speech and staring down at you intently.

Your eyes were the size of saucers as you felt your cheeks warm up. Who the hell was this bold in an introduction? And more interestingly… How the hell is this Sakusa’s friend?

You violently shook your head and removed your hand, “Sakusa is my friend and former classmate. I respect him a great deal - enough to wait around to help you on my day off...”

You smiled as you thought of your prickly friend. Sakusa may not say it often, but he cared for you deep down. He at least trusted you enough to trim his curls in the comfort of his own home, albeit he had his own equipment not wanting you to bring yours...

You paused before pursing your lips, Sakusa said it was an emergency…

“Plant it,” you motioned for him to sit back in the chair, figuring he’d be someone you’d need to bluntly tell what was what, or you’d be blown away by the man’s presence.

Returning your shocked look at being told what to do, he looked as if he was going to protest before you shot him a look that made him shiver. After hesitating, he did as you asked before pouting again.

As if gracing him with a reward for good behavior, you smiled brightly, “Now what seems to be the emergency.”

With wide eyes, he leaned down and dramatically held the bucket hat to his head that only showed a dark brown undercut and looked down.

“But I don’t want to show you,” he mumbled making you sigh out in exasperation. If he wasn’t so hot, you’d have thrown him out by now - Sakusa be damned.

“I have to see your hair to fix it, Miya-san,” you huffed, you stepped closer but only got a look at his undercut. “Your undercut looks good, so I’m sure the top isn’t so bad…”

With a frown, he whipped off the bucket hat dramatically and you had to hold back the gasp.

The bright pink strands mixed with splotches of yellow resembled an egregious cheetah print, completely different than what you’d thought…

“Stupid Samu didn’t realize we’re havin’ a photoshoot tomorrow fer promotions…” he whined and started mumbling about food in the fridge. You wanted to laugh but he looked so distraught you didn’t want to hurt him further. He looked pitiful.

You took a sad look at the clock as the rest of your night off would be killed, “We can fix it,” you smiled, stepping forward to touch the monstrous hair that, despite being an awful color, was soft and silky. “You’ll just need to be patient with me.”

Gazing up at you with stars in his eyes, he nodded his head eagerly as if he were a golden retriever.

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Hours went by as you went through the lengthy process of correcting his hair, but it seemed to flash by.

You never expected an “emergency” appointment to be so fun. Atsumu, who had corrected you many times over the past few hours to use his first name, was as bright as his hair was. He told you stories about “Supid Samu” his unfortunately not-as-attractive twin brother, his other teammates who he also had nicknames for, and even some of his high school friends he still kept in touch with.

You also learned, several times, that he was, in fact, single making your face hot as you tried not to get swept away in his playful flirting and take it too seriously.

But it was hard not to. Atsumu was charming, and it didn’t help that his eyes were trained on you whether in the mirror or at the sink. He made you feel seen as you listened to him while you worked, and that left you all sorts of flustered.

Time had flown by but as you massaged the toner from his scalp in the sink, he’d gone silent for the first time and stared up at you with a slightly flushed face. Wanting to tease him, you took a droplet of water and flicked it at his face and making him sputter indignantly before continuing.

“What’s got you so quiet now?” You asked, helping him sit up and leading his back to your chair sitting turned away from the mirror. The yellow in his hair was golden but a slightly toned-down version from the unfortunate piss color hidden among the pink. You began to comb through his hair before reaching out for the blow dryer when you were stopped.

“Hey, magic fingers, can you trim my hair while we’re here,” he asked, a little quieter than the previous volume that seemed natural to him.

“Magic fingers?” You laughed loudly, before shaking your head and grabbing the scissors, he wouldn’t need a line-up as he apparently saw a talented barber. “Your hair looks good and it looks like you see someone who does a good job.” You laughed when he scoffed, “And magic fingers? I know you like nicknames but come on.”

He smiled at you sheepishly as you trimmed his hair, “Well yer’ magic fingers until you start dating me.” You paused moving the scissors away to openly gape at him as he smiled at you smugly, “I’ll give you a better one then.”

Internally you were screaming but didn’t want to get caught up in your slight crush on the man in your chair who probably flirted with everyone. He just seemed to have a magnetic personality and you weren’t about to get your hopes too quickly. “Stop playing around.”

He opened his mouth indignantly but you got out the blow dryer and drowned out his protests as you styled his hair. You took your time running your brush and then your hands through the strands that were soothingly soft.

With a smile that you tried to make sure wasn’t bitter at being done, you turned him around and he gasped. Jumping up and shaking you by the arms, Atsumu was thrilled that his hair looked better than it had in a long time. He was like a yo-yo directing his attention between the mirror and you in joy.

“Wow - I look better than I did before,” he beamed at his own reflection before blushing down at you, “I’ll be coming around more often because yer’ a miracle worker, magic fingers.”

“Don’t you have a barber?” You questioned with a small smile, happy that he was ecstatic about your work and that it was worth it in the end.

He shook his head violently, “Not anymore - yer’ doing my hair from now on. I’ll be around at least once a week or more.”

“Once a week!” You exclaimed, your eyebrows nearly moved to your hairline. “Just how fast does your hair grow?”

He smirked, “My schedule is a bit hectic with MSBY, but we should probably agree to commit to a date night at least once a week if we’re going to make this work.”

“You were serious?” You asked, flustered more than you’ve ever been in your adult life.

He looked at you shocked as if you’d asked the most absurd question, “I’ve been asking you out for hours! I’m going to need your number though…” he trailed off, with a mischievous glint in his eye before fishing out his wallet from his pocket and giving you more money than you would have charged.

Accepting the money with a smile that turned mischievous, “Alright. Get my number from Sakusa and I’ll let you take me on a date.”

He looked at you shell-shocked for a moment before shaking it off. He was excited for the challenge.

“No problem, Omi-Omi will gladly give it to me tonight.”

Poor Sakusa...

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aomine-ryo · 4 years

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This one took forever to finish and some of them are a bit long. Hope you enjoy though!

Feel free to send some scenarios my way if you want x

Scenario: GOM + Kagami is your date for prom (fem!s/o)

Kise

The doorbell rang and your stomach filled with butterflies. You and Kise had been so excited for this day and you couldn’t help but rush downstairs, trying hard not to trip on your own dress. Kise was at the door, chatting with your parents, he looked absolutely amazing- I mean, what more could you expect from a model- but the second you came into sight, he was speechless.

“Y/N-cchi...” Kise was at a loss for words, which was strange because he always had something to say.

“What? Do I not look nice? Is it the makeup? I knew I shouldn’t have put that much eyeshadow—”

“No, you look perfect. Even more than perfect! And your makeup is beautiful, maybe you should do my makeup at a photoshoot sometime,” Kise said reassuringly, making you feel more at ease.

A few moments of silence passed as the two of you just stood at the doorway admiring each other.

“Oh! I got you this,” Kise said, holding out a gorgeous corsage made with daisies- your favourite flower.

You felt your heart melt right there and then, “Kise, you didn’t have to! But it’s gorgeous, thank you,” you said as he slid it onto your wrist.

“I knew you’d like it, Y/N-cchi!” Kise smiled. “Shall we go?”

You nodded and left the house, with your arm intertwined with Kise’s. The two of you shared a limousine with some of Kise’s teammates, but Kise wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Kise, quit staring, you’re making me nervous!” you whined, turning to face his adorable honey eyes.

“I can’t help it. You’re the most gorgeous person on Earth,” Kise said, making your cheeks turn into a bright pink.

“Well, I don’t know about that, because I’m quite sure that you’re the most gorgeous one here. I mean, look at you- you look dashing!” you giggled, which only make Kise smile even wider than he did before.

The entire night was like a fairytale come to life. You chose not to dance that much because you were convinced that you’d trip over your dress or just embarrass yourself with your not-so-graceful dancing, much to Kise’s dismay. However, the biggest surprise came when you and Kise won prom king and queen.

“I guess you have to dance with me now, Y/N-cchi,” Kise muttered to you, smiling with glee as the crowd made way for the two of you on the dance floor.

Dancing with Kise wasn’t that bad though. He guided you every step of the way but didn’t hold himself back with spinning you out of the blue- which you somehow pulled off. “When did you get so good at dancing?” You asked Kise as the two of you swayed together.

“I’m good at everything, remember?” Kise smiled smugly. “Here, I’ll prove it.” Kise pulled your hips closer; you two were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. It seemed like everything around you tuned out as the blonde leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips. And you had to admit- that was one of the best kisses you’ve ever received.

Aomine

Aomine wasn’t too keen on the idea of prom until Momoi told him that you were interested in going. He isn’t one that enjoys grand events like this, but he put all of that aside because he was dying to see you all dressed up. When he arrived at your house to pick you up, he nearly dropped dead because of how beautiful he thought you looked.

“Y/N, you’re gonna kill me,” Aomine said, barely able to get any words out in the first place.

“Don’t be dramatic Aomine,” you chuckled, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not being dramatic, I swear my heart skipped a beat! You were already hot to begin with, and now you’re even more hot! How is that fair?” Aomine rambled, unable to believe how perfect you were and how lucky he got to have someone like you.

You sighed and decided to give in to his compliments— he’d never stop rambling otherwise, “Thank you, Aomine. You look extremely hot in a tuxedo by the way.”

Aomine’s cheeks began to heat up, “I think you won the hotness battle by a long shot.” You watched as your boyfriend eyed you up and down, it was flattering but that didn’t stop you from whacking his arm.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you snapped, knowing exactly how his mind worked. Aomine sighed and the two of you headed off together.

The actual event wasn’t too bad, though Aomine kept yawning. He couldn’t keep his hands off you though. He always either had his arm around you or on your thigh under the table. You felt like you’d have more fun with just Aomine than at prom, so you decided to head up to the roof together.

“Damn, there’s really not much you can do at prom but dance, huh?” Aomine said as the two of you got up to the empty roof.

“Yeah if you weren’t with me I probably would’ve dozed off by now,” you admitted, chuckling.

“It’s much nicer here anyways,” Aomine shrugged, looking up at the starry night sky. The two of you laid down next to each other and stared up at the stars together. Aomine took off his suit jacket and insisted that you lay down on it rather than the cold floor.

“I didn’t think our prom would go like this, if I’m being honest,” you told him.

“Yeah well, I’m still having fun,” he said, turning his head and looking at you. “You know, you look really beautiful- I’m sorry that prom wasn’t what you hoped it was.”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad I got to see my Aomine in a tuxedo,” you said, grinning, which only made him scoff and put his arm over his face so that you wouldn’t see him blush.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Aomine groaned, stifling an embarrassed chuckle. He took his arm off his face and turned to you again, but this time he didn’t just admire you. He moved in closer and pressed his lips onto yours. He pulled away for a moment and looked at you, grinning from ear to ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he whispered.

“It’s okay, I loved it. You can keep going if you’d like.”

Before you knew it, things began to get hot and heavy. Aomine laid on top of you as your kisses deepened and fizzled into something more. And although the actual event was a bore, your prom night with Aomine under the stars was one of the best nights of your life.

Murasakibara

“Y/N-chin, can’t you just come over to my house and we can eat snacks and watch a movie instead?” Murasakibara groaned over the phone.

“Murasakibara, there’s literally two hours till prom. I already got a dress and you already got a suit— I think it’s too late to change plans,” you replied.

“Okay fine, I’ll come pick you up soon,” he muttered before hanging up.

You weren’t too sure why you were going either, because to you, Atsushi’s idea of staying home and eating snacks sounded much better. Nevertheless, getting out of your comfort zone might be a good idea.

However, the second you saw Murasakibara all dressed up at your doorstep, all your doubts and worries were worth it; he looked so nice.

“Woah, look at you!” You said breathlessly, “You look amazing.”

“Hm? Really? Muro-chin helped me pick this out,” he said, looking down at his sleek black tuxedo. “You look really nice too. Did anyone help you pick that dress?”

“No, I did it all myself.”

“Wow, my date is so talented. I got lucky, huh,” Murasakibara smiled as he reached out to you. You smiled and gladly took his hand as the two of you were off to prom together.

You found that prom was actually a nice atmosphere to be in— it wasn’t as bad as you thought. The food there was delicious so Murasakibara was extremely happy. The two of you mainly stuck to your seats the entire time, just talking to each other. However, to your surprise, your favourite slow song began to play and you had to go dance- you’d hate yourself if you didn’t.

“Hey Y/N-chin, isn’t this that song you really like?” Murasakibara asked, recognising it the second it began to play.

“Yeah it is. I can’t believe they’re playing it. Would you like to dance with me?” You asked, standing up and holding your hand out for him to take.

“Of course I’ll dance with you. It would be useless if I didn’t- I was the one who requested the song after all,” Murasakibara said, holding your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

“You requested the song?” You questioned, feeling your heart warming up as Murasakibara placed his hands on your waist.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it. It would be a waste if you came here looking so nice without enjoying yourself,” he said, shrugging as if it was nothing.

“I love it! Thank you so much,” you said, kissing his cheek and pulling him into a tight hug, which took him by surprise as he breathed in your scent, which to him, was heavenly; it made him feel at home.

“Y/N-chin, it’s just a song, it wasn’t a big deal,” Murasakibara said, while also hugging you back, just as tight- if not tighter.

“It was very sweet of you to do that,” you told him, unable to stop smiling as you pulled away from the hug and swayed to the music, looking up at his eyes. “I know you would rather be at home, but I’m glad you’re here. So to thank you, I’ll make you your favourite cheesecake tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind being here actually. The food’s good. And I like spending time with you— I do still want that cheesecake though,” he said, watching you giggle making his heart do all kinds of leaps and skips.

“I love you,” you said to him, the words making his eyes soften.

“I love you too, Y/N-chin,” he said, averting his gaze as the colour in his cheeks brightened. The two of you continued to sway along to the song, lost in each other’s eyes, muttering whatever came to your minds because you could tell each other anything.

Midorima

Midorima was very much punctual when it came to picking you up at your house. The doorbell rang at exactly 6 pm. You opened the door and greeted Midorima with a big hug.

“Y-you look beautiful, Y/N,” he said, unable to take his eyes off of you when you pulled away from the hug.

“Thank you, Mido-chin, so do you!” You noticed that his hands were empty. “Where’s today’s lucky item?” you questioned.

“Oh it’s meant to be a rose today. I decided to incorporate it into my outfit and used a rose to make this,” he said, pointing to the boutonnière in the lapel of his tuxedo jacket.

“That item is good timing huh?” You said, amazed.

“Quite so,” he replied. “Shall we head out? Takao is waiting in the limousine.”

Once you got to prom, the two of you decided to just sit at your table and talk since neither you or Midorima knew how to dance very well.

“Events like these aren’t really much if you’re not in the dance floor huh?” You said, before taking a mouthful of pasta.

“Seems like it. I enjoy talking to you, though,” he told you, making you grin.

“Me too,” you said. You heard a slow song begin to play and you finally decided to dance. You quickly stood up and took Midorima’s hand.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Midorima questioned, dropping his utensils on the table as you dragged him to the dance floor.

“We’re gonna dance. We’d both regret it later if we didn’t dance at least once,” you told him as you put your arms around his neck.

“I suppose you’re right,” Midorima said, looking around and placing his hands on your waist as it seemed like that’s what the others were doing.

Within a few seconds, the two of you got the hang of it, “Hey this isn’t too difficult,” you said.

“You’re right, it’s quite nice being this close to you too,” Midorima said, grinning at you. He looked at you in silence for a moment before reaching for his boutonnière. He pulled it out and placed the flower in your hair. “That looks cute on you.”

You watched Midorima smile at you with pure adoration, which made your heart skip a beat. “Are you sure you want to put your lucky item there? What if it falls?” You asked looking around the dance floor and realising that if it were to fall, it would get stepped on and crushed quite easily.

“Tonight I don’t really care,” he said softly as he gazed into your eyes. “You’re all I need.”

Akashi

Akashi was always a perfect gentleman, and your prom night was no exception. When you headed downstairs after hearing the doorbell ring, you found Akashi politely greeting your parents and thanking them for letting him take you out.

Akashi’s face seemed to light up at the sight of you. You greeted him with a warm hug and the two of you bid your parents a goodbye before entering the limousine he had gotten for the two of you.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Akashi said once you had settled in.

“Thank you. I must say, you look quite lovely yourself,” you told him, looking at how perfect that tuxedo fit him.

“That’s very sweet of you to say. I got you this corsage,” he said, reaching out to a small compartment and taking out an elegant corsage with pink flowers that matched your dress perfectly.

“That is absolutely gorgeous. How’d you know my dress would be pink? I don’t remember showing it to you,” you asked as you slipped it onto your wrist.

“I just knew,” he shrugged and gave you a gentle smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

Your evening with Akashi was quite a blast. You weren’t expecting him to be much of a dancer but he was actually quite amazing. He even taught you a few moves as the night went on.

To your surprise, you and Akashi had been voted prom king and queen, which confused you a lot as you weren’t used to winning awards like these. As the crowd watched the two of you slow dance together, you couldn’t help but get a bit nervous.

And almost as if he read your mind, Akashi said, “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re doing a good job at this dance.”

“Well, I have you to thank, I’m quite sure you’re doing most of the work,” you giggled. You looked at your date for a moment and realised how good he looked in a crown. It was like he was meant to be king. “That crown suits you, you know?”

Akashi smiled, “Does it? I feel a bit dorky in it.”

“No, you look perfect in it, as always,” you confirmed as you looked into his bright eyes. “Tonight was fun, don’t you think?”

“Yes it was a good time. Mostly because I’m here with you,” he grinned, feeling nothing but grateful that he was there, dancing with who he thought was the most perfect woman ever.

“You’re so sweet. I love you,” you whispered to him as the song neared the end.

“I love you too, my queen,” he replied, filling your stomach with butterflies as he smoothly leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

Kuroko

You greeted Kuroko at your doorstep, full of excitement. He thought that you looked gorgeous and he stood there silently for a few moments trying to figure out what to say.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked him, getting a bit nervous and wondering if he thought that you didn’t look nice.

“I just think you look like a really pretty princess,” he said softly, still taken aback by your looks. “I’m sorry for staring.”

“It’s okay, it’s kind of cute. You look very handsome by the way,” you told him, which made him grin from ear to ear.

When you two got to the venue, Kuroko immediately realised that it wasn’t really his kind of atmosphere. However, he still decided to give it a try because he wanted to make a proper judgement for himself.

The music was quite loud so you couldn’t hear much of what either of you were saying to each other. Once both of you had eaten your food, you decided to leave the hall with Kuroko because you needed a break from all the noise.

The venue they had chosen for the prom had a beautiful flower garden with a magnificent water fountain outside, so that’s where you two went.

“This place is much nicer than in there,” you told him as you took a seat on a bench near the fountain. You could still hear the muffled noises of the music from the hall.

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally be able to hear your voice,” Kuroko joked. “Although, I still feel like I owe you a dance.”

Kuroko took his phone out and began to play a nice slow song as he stood up from the bench. He set the phone down and reached his hand out, which you took with a smile.

The two of you danced in front of the water fountain, seemingly lost in your own little world. It was magical. “You’re a good dancer,” you said to him with a impressed grin on your face.

“I’m very much average,” he said.

You looked around you and really took in the scenery— it was straight out of a fairytale. “This place is beautiful. I could stay here all night with you.”

“That sounds lovely. I still can’t believe I’m here dancing with the most beautiful person in the world,” Kuroko smiled, making you blush profusely.

“I can assure you that I’m not the most beautiful person in the world,” you replied, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in his sparkly blue eyes. Kuroko suddenly spun you around, taking you by surprise. “Woah that was cool. How’d you learn to do that?”

“I didn’t, I just thought I’d try it— I’m glad it worked out though,” Kuroko said, shrugging, which make you giggle. “And by the way, you’ll always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

As the two of you had your own little dance under the stars, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to be able to have a boy like him as your date. Though this wasn’t what you expected your prom to be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kagami

When you opened the door on the day of your prom, you found the tall but nervous Kagami standing at your doorstep. He was a bit late, but that was okay because your makeup took a bit longer than you had expected.

“Y/N! You look f-amazing!” Kagami stuttered, cringing as he scratched his head nervously.

“F-amazing?” You repeated.

“I was gonna say fantastic, but then I wanted to say amazing, but it was too late and I—” Kagami was cut off by you pressing your lips onto his and you sensed him begin to ease himself. “What was that for?”

“You were rambling babe,” you told him, chuckling.

“Sorry, I’m a bit nervous,” he said, his face beginning to turn red from embarrassment.

It was strange to see Kagami this nervous because he was usually a very confident person. “You have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. I should be the nervous one, I mean, look at you! You look stunning,” you said reassuringly.

“I guess I’m just scared that I’ll mess things up. No one as beautiful as you should be disappointed you know?” he explained.

“I would never be disappointed! I get to spend my evening with the Kagami Taiga— it’s more than I could ever ask for,” you told him, making a smile brighten up his face. “Shall we head off?”

“Oh wait! Remember how you said that you didn’t have any necklaces that would match your dress?” Kagami said, looking at your bare neck as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rectangular black box. He opened it up to reveal one of the most beautiful gold necklaces you’ve ever seen. It was a thin, simplistic chain with a star-shaped jewel pendant that sparkled in the evening light.

“Woah Kagami...” you trailed off, lost for words as your eyes were fixated by the beautiful piece of jewellery.

“Do you like it?” He asked, trying to read your expressions.

“I love it! It’s gorgeous! You really didn’t have to get this—”

“A gorgeous girl deserves a gorgeous piece of jewellery right?” Kagami interrupted and picked up the necklace. “Can I put it on for you?” he asked politely, to which you nodded yes. You flipped your hair to a side as he put the necklace on you, leaving a delicate kiss on the back of your neck once he was done, which made you smile as wide as ever.

“Thank you, Kagami,” you said as he came and stood in front of you once more.

Kagami took your hand in his and the two of you travelled to prom together in his car. The two of you would usually go on drives together so being in the car with you made Kagami feel even more at ease.

When you finally got to prom though, all Kagami’s nerves seemed to disappear. Kagami did love a good party and this prom was no different. After the two of you had eaten, he dragged you to the dance floor with him so that he could show off his moves which made you laugh in delight.

The entire night was amazing. You got to spend so much time with Kagami, dancing, eating and laughing together. The prom ended with a slow dance for all the couples, by which both of you were exhausted. But you pulled through for one more dance.

Your arms were wrapped around Kagami’s neck while his hands held your hips as the two of you moved along to the rhythm of the song. “Tonight was amazing, Kagami,” you said, gazing into his eyes.

“Yeah I had a lot of fun with you,” Kagami replied, trying hard not to get lost in your eyes because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything you say otherwise. “That necklace looks really nice on you by the way.”

You glanced down and the glimmering necklace and smiled, “I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.”

“Good, because that means I’ll always be with you,” he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

As the song played and you danced, you told each other that you loved each other and it seemed as though it was a moment you would remember forever. Your prom night with Kagami was certainly a night you’d never forget.

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