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leclucklerc · 8 months

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Hard Carry CL16 - 00.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Summary: When you're talking about one of the greats in Formula One, y/n is up there.

Word Count: 1.3K

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Drive to Survive, Season 1 Episode 3

It's all about Porsche

"There's just something about Porsche that attracts you."

The scene cuts into Porsche's jet black F1 car zooming pass the screen in a top speed. The sound of the loud roar from the engine, as well as the checkered flag that was being waved as the car glide through the finish line is a sight to behold.

"Their team is new in Formula one," said Will Buxton as he leaned back on his seat. The pitch black backdrop is almost poetic considering which team they're discussing right now. "They debuted in 2012, and never looked back ever since."

At this, the scene cuts into a compilation of Formula one announcer announcing many of Porsche's achievements. From the constructor championships, to the world driver championships. An intimidating music can be heard playing in the background before it switches back into the interviewer room. Though, this time, it's not Will Buxton who sat there.

A man with greying hair and pitch black shirt could be seen. There's a small logo of Porsche on his breast pocket. Besides that, the shirt is void from any decoration. Just like how the man expression is void from any emotions.

"Hello," started the man, eyes zeroing straight towards the camera. "I'm Herman Muller, the team principal for the Porsche Royale Formula 1 team."

The scene changed into Porsche's Formula One garage. The pitch black theme with golden accent could be seen everywhere as the mechanics and engineers huddled along the car that they had created for the past year.

"We are a German based team," said Herman as many compilations appeared on the scene. Many of those, are the team celebrating their wins. "A fairly new player in the game, but a tough one, certainly." His English is loaded with German accent, though it only made him seems a bit intimidating.

Constructor championship.

Driver championship.

Many trophies could be seen lining the wall of their factory back in Leipzig. Pictures of their Formula One cars too could be seen littered around the wall.

"When Porsche came, it brought a lot of excitement," said Will as he gripped his hands together. There's excitement evident on his eyes as he began the tale. "There are a lot of buzz here and there about the team. After all, it was the first time FIA had decided to expand the sport." As he said this, clips of articles and old interviews from back in 2012 can be seen playing.

The decision that FIA made to add one more team in the sport after decades. It's for the fans, they had said. To add more excitement and enjoyment for the sport.

"I think our team motto is the reason why we can become like this," said Herman as the camera switched back to him. "Complete domination."

Sounds of machine whirring could be heard as a clip from recent grand prix could be seen. It's a fight between Porsche and Red Bull. A fight, that the pitch black car wins easily.

"Porsche managed to become one of F1 top team during their debut year, and they only ever skyrocketed ever since then," continue Will, he sounds every bit amazed at that. "Every year, without fail, they will always become a favorite to win the championship."

"It's a rocket ship," said Herman as the scene changed towards mechanics and engineers did their adjustment towards their car in the garage. There's a serious air around them as they continue their job. "I like to think that we're building a rocket ship, and not cars."

A compilation of the pitch black car zooming in front of the camera could be seen.

"Besides the complete monstrosity that they call car," said Will, eyes full of amusement. "Their driver lineup is, is simply incredible."

Two people could be seen walking through the grid in a dramatic slow motion. Only their bottom half could be seen, both wearing dark colored pants and sneakers.

"We have the most amazing driver lineup in the grid," mused out Herman as the scene changed back to him, letting out a small laugh. His previous lack of emotions has changed as a clear mirth could be seen shining through hid eyes. "A really unique one."

Well, unique is an understatement.

Will laughed, head nodding. "Their number one driver is probably the favorite driver is most definitely the favorite driver on the track-"

The scene changed into many race compilations, as a pitch black car with the number 1 could be seen overtaking Ferrari's familiar deep red car as well as Mercedes's during their highest height. Checkered flag could be seen waving around as the car zoomed past it, as it was announced as the winner of the race.

"And the favorite off the track."

Kring! Kring!

At the familiar sound of a bicycle bell, many turned their gazes towards the source of it. Almost immediately, their faces broke into smile as they laid their eyes on the person riding the vehicle. The camera is positioned at the back, showcasing long hair with dark Porsche hat on top of it.

As she made her way, many people greeted the woman in a friendly greetings. Some drivers like Daniel Ricciardo or Lewis Hamilton too could be seen waving or trying to make small talk with the rider of the bicycle. With those small interactions, it's clear that she's a popular face here in the grid.

The scene changed towards the interview room where a woman could be seen sitting on the chair. She looks oddly comfortable. As if there's no whole production crew staring at her just beyond the camera.

"Can I start?" she asked, voice soft. Long hair styled perfectly and bright eyes could be seen staring straight towards the camera.

"Yes, yes, start when you feel ready," voiced out the producer.

Said woman laughed, eyes crinkling and cheek rosy. "Well, hello, everyone, Netflix, and new Formula One fans, hopefully," grinned the woman as a round of small laughter rang through the room. Pearly white teeth could be seen under the painted lips. "I'm y/n l/n and I drive for Porsche Formula One team."

"Please say the full team name," said the producer.

Y/n blinked, before the grin on her face widened. "Ah, I completely forgot what it is. Better call Herman, no?"

After that introduction, a camera that was being placed on top of Porsche's garage as the car did a pitstop could be seen showcasing the Drive to Survive opening.

The scene cuts back towards the dark colored interview room. The name y/n l/n now could be seen besides the female as the title as Porsche's driver could be seen underneath it. Besides that, another addition also can be seen.

Three times world champion.

It's a title that many would salivate at the mere thought of. The very dream of every driver that ever graced Formula One.

Various news outlet appeared at this. News anchor announcing y/n's debut back in 2012. Of her, being the first female formula one driver in decades. Of her, as the youngest person to actually managed to snagged one of the most coveted seats in motorsport. Of her, breaking many unseen boundaries and limitations that the sport had put.

A photo of her on the cover of Times Magazine could be seen. Posing comfortably in front of her Formula One car as she holds her helmet.

"Y/n is probably the biggest star that F1 has ever produced," said Will as the screen shows Y/n's instagram page with a whooping 50 million followers. And counting. "She's completely charismatic woman-"

A scene where y/n is mingling with people in the paddock was seen. Laughters could be heard as a response to whatever she said. They seems magically charmed and completely fixated on the woman.

"- a fashion icon-"

Y/n now can be seen in Paris Fashion Week, sitting front row with various celebrities near her.

"- life of the party -"

A ecstatic y/n could be seen spraying champagne to other fellow drivers. The atmosphere is light and full of teasing and banters.

"- And of course, a damn good driver."

The scene changed into a dramatic turn that the woman made in one of the corners. The screeching sound of tires meeting gravel could be heard as she propelled into full speed, easily overtaking cars that stood in front of her. A scene where she was crowned as that year world champion also can be seen as she celebrated with the team.

It changed back to the interview room, where the woman could be seen completely relaxed as she smiled.

"Do you think you're a good driver?" asked the producer.

Y/n tilted her head before various clips appeared.

"AND Y/N L/N IS THIS YEAR WORLD CHAMPIOOON-!" She could be seen spraying champagne.

"TWO YEARS IN A ROW! Y/N L/N IS A WORLD CHAMPIOON-!" A clip of her spraying champagne once again was shown.

"AND YET, SHE MANAGED TO TAKE BACK HER CROWN AS A WORLD CHAMPION!" And another clip of her spraying champagne towards other fellow drivers could be seen.

The loud scene full of euphoria and loud yells are cut as y/n appeared back in the interview room, a small smile on her face. The sudden change into a tense silence is a bit shocking.

"Well," she started, laughing. "I guess I'm a pretty good driver?" y/n stopped a bit. "Can definitely become an Uber as a side hustle."

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seat-safety-switch · 15 days

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One of the greatest joys in life is using your shitty old car to shut down a legitimately nice car. For any law enforcement folks reading this, I would never endorse street racing. Also, I think I heard someone shoplifting in the other room, and you should go check it out. The best kind of street racing is the street racing the other person doesn't know they're having.

Now, I've had nice cars in the past before. Once, I had a Mercury Cougar XR7 with most of its original paint. Come to think of it, I might still have it somewhere in the backyard. Hard to keep them all apart these days. Anyway, when you drive a nice car, you get this sort of ego boost every time you see a lesser vehicle. How dare you peasants not realize how inferior your base Corollae are? Only a connoisseur can truly appreciate the divine features of this fine automobile.

That kind of mentality is simply not healthy. All of us, each and every one of us, are just a few generations away from being shit-throwing apes. The fact that we managed to make a machine that gets us down the highway quickly is a total miracle, and it's not any more of one because we put a pretty logo on it and charged $20,000 extra to put precision-engineered butt manipulators in the seats. It is this problem that the very fast beater is meant to solve.

When you have a shitbox and that shitbox goes faster than a nice car, whether because of superior driving (not me) or a significant amount of horsepower (not me) or a lack of understanding of your imminent mortality (possibly me) it is a great feeling to shut down those rich folks tooling around in their "good cars." It knocks them down a peg, which keeps them from doing things like going into work and causing another housing crisis. In fact, I'm going to go out and gap some Porsches with an old rusty fire extinguisher filled with nitrous oxide right now. You should come too, so I can get a ride home after the cops bust me for shooting my engine block across four lanes of the highway.

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charles-leclerizz · 3 months

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TRAILER : THE BEGINING

🏁 Content warnings : Swearing.

🏁 Spoiler alert : Please read the masterlist, Character sketch and Team sketch to understand.

🏁 Genre : Drama, Action, Sports

🏁 Reading time : 15 minutes, 6 seconds

🏁 Word count : 3.0.k (3021 words)

🏁 Chapter summary : It all begins now.

🏁 Author's note : So, this is it, welcome to the beginning of this wild ride. Just wanted to explain a few things [so skip this right now if you're not really interested, no hard feelings !] Now, this format is probably confusing, basically the first part of this is the trailer, how it would look on Netflix, the actual video/film. And the writing after the banner, Behind the Scenes, is literally behind the scenes, what isn't shown on camera. Second, this whole series is meant to be very dramatic, it's entertainment made by "Netflix" [not really, please don't sue me] for God sake. With all that said, Enjoy!

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

[Please play this song whilst reading the trailer & feel free to stop once we get behind the scenes with the drivers !]

The screen fades from black to show a Porsche F1 car skidding down the track, the sound of screeching rubber against the tarmac harmonises with the energetic music that pumps behind the video.

Circular shots of a driver climbing out of the car from different angles flash across, and just before they tug off their helmet the scene changes to the paddock, pit crew, mechanics and drivers rush past in a blur, their differently coloured uniforms merge together like lights in a city scape. Suddenly, everything stops and the music fades away momentarily.

“In the fast-paced world of formula 1,”

Scenes of driving legends hoisting up their trophies with happy grins and champagne soaked racing gear flash past. Ayrton Senna, Michael Schumacher, Kimi Räikkönen.

“Where every second counts and emotions run high.”

The grating sounds of cars speeding past bursts into the frame, Max Verstappen shaking his fists ambitiously as he wins, yet another grand prix, Charles Leclerc as he wins in Spa and Monza, Carlos sainz and Lando Norris partnering up in the Singapore 2023- “Yeah, it’s on purpose.” The Spaniard grits out just as the narrator begins to speak again.

“Our team is about to redefine the game,”

The narrator is revealed, a woman, tall and proud as she sits in front of a grey backdrop. Her blonde hair is cut to a sharp bob and her glasses, astute and black sit high on her nose as she laughs jauntily and arches a well-managed, bleached brow at one of the three camera’s recording her, “Is that good?” she huffs out, thick Manchester accent shining through her cheerful words.

Black takes over once again, and the Indian flag, flapping in the wind from a tall pole that reaches high into the sky is shown, the bright, proud colours shining against the pale, blue sky. The camera pans down to the bottom of the ground, where the same driver,who was emerging from the car in the begging is looking up, at their flag.

But instead of their helmet securely fastened around their face, it’s held between the crook of their elbow and waist. The white base is glossy as multiple sponsor logos are littered around the entire frame, along with the black, bold letters “PATEL” being showed off at the back, currently visible to the camera along with the behind of the driver’s racing suit.

The shot pans up, revealing long flowing hair, black thick strands a contrast to her off white racing suit. The same flag peeks out from between the chunks of her fluttering locks, large and proud on the expanse of her back. The driver begins to turn and just as her red painted lips come into view the scene changes and a different narrator begins to speak again.

“From the makers of 'Drive to Survive' comes a new Netflix Original Series that takes you behind the scenes of the most exhilarating sport on the planet.”

Scenes of the woman running across the paddock and into her garage, her teammate not far behind overlay the announcement.

Another moment is revealed, this time of her ducking into her car, glove covered hands braced on the halo as her face turns upwards towards a racing engineer who speaks to her. She nods before turning to look directly into the camera and lowering herself into the cockpit.

The woman begins to speak again, "Aisha is our trailblazer in Formula 1.”

The iconic lights of Formula one begins to count down as the mechanical ticking echo throughout the grand-stands and the camera goes to shoot the anticipatory lull in the air as spectators hold their breath whilst the engines start up and the last light dims.

“She’s smashing stereotypes and racing towards victory.” The team principal shakes her head, a soft, proud smile playing on her light pink lips.

The team car revs menacingly as the gaggle of drivers manoeuvre their way through turn one of Bahrain.

The Porsche chassis glows between the unmanageable scuffle of the other 18 cars on the track, as both team racers attempt to come out on top in the dangerous pile of engines, the expectant victor of the throng doesn’t appear, the deep blue red bull is yet to emerge. The crowd gasps and cheers as the true victor begins to approach the next turn, speeding down the straight.

The camera catches the proud logo on the side of the car, “Porsche” and on the back, as the DRS begins to activate, the opened flap reveals, “Patel”.

“I just hope people are ready to see her in action. Because she isn’t stopping anytime soon" She stares into the camera as her name appears on screen, a small box enveloping the words, “Katherine Anderson, Porsche team principal.”

Finally, the rumoured driver comes into the scene, walking up to the stool as the camera drags up her slack clad legs, the cream material swishes by her ankles along with the golden payaal that jingles with each step of her stiletto heels against the floor. Her torso is revealed slowly, a tight top hugs her bust whilst the printed Porsche logo morphs against the curves of her chest. The varied tennis barcelets and charmed jewellery around her wrist titillate together as she takes a seat on the chair, and her face is revealed.

She squints her eyes and brings a manicured hand up to push away the straightened hair from her lips, her mouth purses as the unintelligible voice of the producer talks to her, whilst her eyelashes flutter and she hums in agreement.

“So, I just talk?” She asks, pointing a finger at the camera that faces her before blotting the lipstick on her lips. She nods once as the cameraman confirms.

“My name,” She tilts her head as she smiles, perfect, white teeth shining underneath the light, “Is Aisha Patel, and I drive for Porsche F1 Team.”

The camera cuts again, showcasing Aisha on the podium, pushing a large trophy up into the air as her teammate, Pierre cheers and sprays champagne on her stomach from his place on the “2nd” platform. She shakes her head and laughs as her entire head becomes soaked with the bubbly, sweet drink. Multiple identical shots are placed one after the other, of her standing proud and sweaty on the 1st place podium.

“I’ve worked my ass off,” Aisha’s voice over-runs the music, “And I’ll be damned if anything stands in my way.”

She squares her shoulders as she unzips her racing suits and bunches it up at her waist as she stomps over to Max Verstappen, the Dutch man looking equally malicious as his blue eyes roll with annoyance and already red face puffs out intimidatingly.

She pokes a finger into his fire-proof covered chest as she begins to shout, ignoring the worried stares of the crew around her in the Red-Bull garage. Max spits out the long, twirling straw from between his lips and begins to argue back.

Her mouth moves angrily as she goes to snatch the can of branded drink from his tense hands, throwing the sugary drink in his face, thoroughly dousing the shouting man and reducing him to a spluttering mess as she stomps away, flipping off one of the camera’s that eagerly follows her.

The narrator returns, his deep timbre rumbling through the video, “But the road to victory is never easy, as Aisha navigates through rivalries, scandals, and the pressure to perform.”

The scene switches to Aisha rushing out of a hotel in England, the night before Silverstone and the odd, overwhelming flashes of hounding reporters seem to be tuned out of her gaze as Lando runs behind her, grabbing helplessly at her hand whilst tears stream down her flushed face.

Her hair is mused and makeup runs haphazardly across her tan skin, she wretches her wrist out of the man’s grip, shaking her head as her lip wobbles. She covers her eyes before dodging and weaving through the paparazzi, barely able to mumble polite, “excuse me’s” from between erratic sobs, as she unlocks her expensive car and slips into the driver’s seat.

The second shot is of her and Carlos, hand in hand as her shoulders begin to shiver in his hold whilst she adjusts the heavy cardigan that hangs limp from her shoulders. The Spaniard’s face is tough and rocky as his hands comes to embrace her upper arm, cradling her against his side whilst the rest of the drivers begin to flee the racetrack, already tired from the latest qualifying session.

Yet, the papparizzi continue to hound the pair mercilessly, Aisha hides her face as the man beside her stops his firm footsteps and turns to a reporter from a less respectable news channel, the sleezy jounarlist gulps but stands his ground as he pushes his microphone forward. Carlos glances down at the tech with disgust, and just before he opens his mouth, the scene ends, and we’re taken back to Aisha who sits contently in the interview.

“In this world, you must fight for every inch. And I'm ready to fight, no matter the cost.” She smirks at another camera, her side profile showing off noticeable details over the expanse of her face like the sharp cut of her nose and the splattering of freckles across her cheekbones along with the odd beauty marks spotted above her lip and a few inches from her nose.

The final shot is off Aisha climbing out of the Porsche car, removing her helmet, allowing her hair to flow over her shoulder and down her back as she tilts her head at the camera and leans back against the pale white halo of her car.

She then crooks her finger at the viewers, gesturing for the cameraman to follow her hand as she holds up a singular finger, and points upwards towards the sky.

The shot is then of the of the expansive indiago above, and through the magic of editing, the Porsche logo takes up the screen.

“Get ready to experience the thrill, the passion, and the drama of Formula 1 like never before.” The narrator ends his sentence powerfully as the crescendo of the song reaches its peak.

“This is 'Formula for Love'.” Aisha ends the trailer, waving at the camera before the video is overtaken with black once again.

The title card appears, “Formula for love – A netflix original series”.

As the words disappear, a shot of Aisha’s car speeding off into the distance after which a mechanical, “Streaming soon, only on Netflix.” ends the trailer.

Aisha sighed, tapping her thighs as the filming concluded and many on-set employees rushed to her side, patting at her face along with offering her a can of thumbs up, the condensation runs down the metallic container and onto her fingers.

“Thank you, guys so much,” Aisha sipped at the straw protruding from the can in her hand before smiling at the people who merely stared at her, already putting away their various tools. A compact snapped shut, a damp towel thrown over a shoulder and a camera cover flipped closed.

Aisha sucked in a breath, flicking her eyes over the workers before looking over at Kate, who was signing a paper handed to her on a writing board.

She chuckled at Aisha’s worried expression and the silence that hung in the air, “It’s okay,” she assured the driver, who looked relieved as the people recovered and retreated away from the filming set, going back to their stations.

“They aren’t very used to people thanking them.” Kate shrugged, “They reacted like that to me as well,”

“Oh, thank God,” She patted her chest as she waved at the director, who smiled back and showed her a happy thumbs up, “This is all so new to me.” Aisha tugged at her hair as Kate pulled up her phone and scrolled through her calendar.

“Don’t worry too much about its Aisha, you’ll get there.” She rubbed the nervous driver’s arm and hissed when her phone vibrated, “I have to go, so much to get done before our first season,” Kate shook her head, wishing Aisha goodbye as she walked out of the trailer and out towards their still concealed garage.

Aisha hummed distractedly, before realising she had no idea what to do once Kate had walked away, “Wait!” But the team principal had already left, “Damn it,” She bit her nail once, handing off her empty can and plucking out her phone from her pocket.

“Oh, there you are.” A media manager bounded up to Aisha, surprising the woman as she jumped and whipped her head around to the approaching worker, “The driver’s briefing is about to begin,”

The man waved a hand at his face before pinching his Porsche x Adidas apparel between his fingers and forcing air between the material and his chest. He was likely middle aged, and sported dark brown hair with peppery roots and salted strands that peeked out from between the chocolatey curls.

He showed her his F1 team ID and stopped fanning himself to usher her with his hand.

“Shit- okay,” Aisha stuffed her phone away, following him out of Netflix filming trailer, out to the dark murky sky above the paddock, towards another building.

The office was tall and white, covered with floor to ceiling windows that were shielded with a layer of reflective film, “Oh God.” Aisha murmured beneath her breath as she took a few calming breaths, already forgetting to trail behind the man who was staring at her impatiently whilst holding the door open, watching as she stared at the building by straining her neck upwards.

She prepared herself, flapping her hands around slightly and jolting when the manager cleared his throat.

“Please hurry Miss. Patel. It won’t look good if you’re late.”

“I know, I know.” Aisha repeated, assuring the increasingly nervous man who walked up to her.

“It will be okay,” He laid a hesitant hand on her shoulder, taking an exemplary deep breath for her to copy. He continued when she did, “I’m Harry, sorry for not introducing myself, and I will be in charge of all media at Porsche.”

“Okay?” Aisha shook her head a few times to clear her mind, “Meaning?”

Harry chuckled and hung his head, “Meaning. That I’ll be with you in there. You won’t be alone.” He pointed a finger at himself, “See, you already have a familiar face to look for,” His slightly aged face wrinkled happily when Aisha smiled at him and relaxed visibly beneath his comforting hold.

“Thank you, Harry,” She huffed and stood straighter, “Let’s do this.”

Her heels clicked beneath her confident steps as she thanked the man who held the door open for her and Harry, who walked contently behind her.

Aisha craned her head around the bend, following the acrylic signs that read, “Driver briefing – Conference room 1.” She adjusted her shirt, feeling, for the first time in forever, conscience of her clothing and slipped a thumb beneath the waistband of her slacks to adjust them slightly.

“Let’s do this,” She pushed at the milky white door, steeling her face with a bored, neutral expression just as her name was called out, most likely for rollcall.

But, Aisha stopped in her tracks, the door barely nudged open when a flurry of deep chuckles and whispers erupted at the sound of her name.

“Seriously? Is this what fans are doing now?” The speaker rolled his “r’s” whilst shaking his head.

“How much do you think that cost them?” An oddly familiar British voice mumbled whilst crossing his arms and nudging the man next to him.

And one of them groaned and slapped his thigh once, complaining about “-needing better media stunts.”

Aisha scoffed quietly, so these were some of her heroes? Assuming that a woman could never possibly be selected to race, instead she was an obsessive fan who had shrines for each of the men stashed in her closet?

She pushed open the door, causing a few drivers to rustle and shift in their seats and turn minutely towards the sound of the door hinges, opening and closing.

Aisha walked forward and planted a hand on her hip, leaning onto one leg as each of the men looked towards her with annoyed expressions.

“I’m sorry, fans aren’t allowed here.” A French man, dressed in glaring red began to stand up, nodding discreetly at the security men flanked at either side of the doors- who glanced at each other hesitantly and barely moved at his guidance, obviously recognising her, “How did you even get in?”

“Ridiculous what they’ll do for an autograph,” Another one stood, and stared at her thunderously, his Dutch accent causing him to lisp his angry words, “All right, time to go.” He was the first to directly address the security, “Guys, get her out.”

Aisha held up her hand, between her fingers a prestigious card stood proud, the F1 logo bedazzled in gold foil, shimmered beneath the yellow lights, she glanced over her shoulder at the burly, guards who relaxed at her identification.

“Aisha Patel?” She looked to the FIA officer who stared at her, amused with her entrance before ticking off her name, “Porsche F1 driver.” She announced her title, smirking with slight arrogance at the gob-smacked expression on both the French and Dutch men, both of whom flushed an embarrassed red and muttered apologies whilst returning to their seats, next to both of their teammates.

“I’m here for the briefing?” Aisha prompted the officer, before smiling at the rest of her fellow drivers, most of them attempting to suppress their cackles at the other two’s mistake.

“Yes, of course Miss Patel,” The man greeted her, gesturing to an empty seat next to Pierre who smirked at Aisha.

She began to walk down the walkway between the sets of chairs filled by F1 team personnel and racers, waving at a few of the managers from other teams who knew of her position and staring darkly at some drivers who looked her up and down with curiosity.

“Sorry for being late, I was busy paying of my debt. Do you know how much it costs to get your name on the register?” She leaned forward on her crossed knees, looking down the row with a sarcastic expression. The ones who did dare to meet her eyes mumbled in agreement and slumped against their seats.

“Fuck-“The driver who made the comment doubled over, hiding his freckle covered face in his hands, causing his bright orange athleisure jacket to stretch prompting his teammate to chuckle whilst patting his back.

honourary tags [for special pookies] : @disneyprincemuke, @weekendlusting, @woozarts, @mellowarcadefun, @paintedbypoetry, @33-81, @kazuha-pista-badam

A/N : And that's that, the first ever episode [trailer really] of this series is done and dusted. As always please show some love to this tinker-bell minded writer and remember to comment and reblog <33

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 10 months

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Overjoyed, Over Loved, Over You

A Father’s Day Fic

Words: 986

Warnings: See below

Author’s Notes: A father’s day fic for Travis!! For the purposes of this story and an upcoming fic, the KC Chiefs ring ceremony happened about two weeks before this fic.

Please note: this content does mention fathers and father’s day. If this is triggering for you, please do not engage.

“Hey, I have something to tell you.” You whispered to a sleeping Travis, stroking his beard with your knuckles. Travis eyes fluttered open as he gave you a small smile. “Good morning”, you greeted him when you could see he was fully awake. Before you could get another word out, Alex came busting through the bedroom door. “Happy Daddy Day!” he yelled as he reached up for Travis to pull him into the bed. “Thank you Bubba!” Alex laid down on Travis’ chest, his Transformers action figure threatening to poke your husband in the eye. “Let’s not impale daddy on his own day.” You laughed, grabbing the toy from his hand, and placing it on the nightstand. “Come on Alex, let’s set up for Daddy downstairs. Give us 30 minutes T, we’ll call you when we’re ready.” You gave him a wink, heading out of the room. “Hey, wait. You said you had something you needed to tell me. Is everything okay?” You turned around, Travis’ eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge if something was wrong or not. You waived his concern off. “Yes, I promise. We’ll talk later.”

You were sitting around the table, breakfast mostly finished, Alex’s face covered in syrup. “So, we’ve got a few surprises for you, baby.” You turned to Travis, placing a kiss on his cheek. “This was more than enough, Y/N.” Travis rubbed his stomach, an indicator that he was more than full. “I guess I should return this, then?” You dangled a small gift bag in front of his face, Travis snatching it from you immediately. He pulled out a single car key, the Porsche logo glistening in the kitchen light. “Are you kidding me?” Travis looked to you as he took in his gift. “You have no idea what I had to do and who I had to call to get this for you, so I am dead serious”, you smiled. You all headed out to the front yard, a gorgeous vintage Porsche 964 sitting in the driveway. Travis had talked about nothing but this car since you started dating, and you had spent the last five years trying to track one down. You thought it wouldn’t take that long to locate a vehicle, but you ended up having to have it custom made with parts different cars. “This is incredible, baby!” You were excited to see your husband giddy like a child at Christmas. “Well, go sit in it!” Travis tried to get into the car, but Porsches aren’t exactly built for 6’5” football players. “I’m gonna make it work”, he gave you a thumbs up as he struggled to get into the car. He had to slide the seat back all the way, but soon he was behind the wheel. “Do you hear that engine, baby?” Travis exclaimed as he turned the engine over. “I love seeing you so happy, baby, but we have to get going if we’re going to make it to the next surprise.”

With Alex loaded into Travis’ new car, car seat included, you headed over to Arrowhead. “What do you have planned?” Travis asked giving you a sly look. The gate security team waved you into the stadium, past the usual player parking lot, directing you to drive onto the field. At the 50-yard line, you had a picnic set up just for the three of you with a perfect view of the jumbotron. Alex ran over to the blanket, you and Travis following behind hand in hand. “I can’t believe you did all of this, baby.” You kissed his knuckles. “You deserve all of this and more, Travis. You’re an amazing father and husband.” You watched ‘Remember the Titans’, one of Travis’ favorite childhood movies while enjoying a plethora of snacks. Halfway through, at the locker room dance scene, you looked over at Travis, who was wiping his eyes and sniffling. You pulled him into you, stroking his arm. You looked out at Alex who was running all over the field, football in hand. “This is probably my favorite day ever.” Travis confessed as he pulled you in for a kiss. “Even better than winning the super bowl, twice?” You asked with a cheeky smile. “It doesn’t even come close.”

At the end of the evening, You and Travis were getting ready for bed, both tired from an amazing Father’s Day. You were sitting in the bathroom at your vanity, taking off your makeup. “Don’t think I forgot.” You looked over at Travis who was sitting on the bed. “What are you talking about?” He motioned for you to join him on the bed. You walked over, propping yourself up against the pillows at the headboard. “You said you had something to tell me.” Travis laid between your legs, his head on your stomach. You stroked his hair, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh yeah.” You took in a sharp breath. “Um, do you remember that amazing night after the ring ceremony?” Travis chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. “Yeah, I’ll never forget that.”

“Well, I was supposed to get my period like two days later, but I didn’t.” Travis looked up at you, silent. “Do you think-“, you got up before he could finish his sentence, walking into the bathroom. You emerged, a wad of toilet paper in your hands. “I took like five others just to be sure, but they were all positive.” You handed Travis the pregnancy test, his mouth agape at the news. “I know we wanted to wait a little longer after Alex, but I’m really excited, baby.” Travis was silent, still staring at the test in his hand. “Say something, babe, I’m kind of freaking out here.” Travis stood up, grabbing your face in his hands as you locked lips. “I know I said earlier that this was probably one of my favorite days ever, but now there is no question.”

#travis kelce fluff #travis kelce fic #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #nfl fan fic #nfl fic #nfl fluff #nfl imagine

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Porsche 911 Dakar Historic Decorative Wraps, 2023. Porsche is offering vinyl wraps that reprise the look of the 1971, 1974, and 1978 entrants in the East African Safari Rally. The Rallye 1971 decal set adds the competition number 19, which belonged to the most successful 911 in this rally – a car that came 5th, driven by Polish drivers Sobiesław Zasada and Marian Bień. In 1974 a 911 Carrera 2.7 RS driven by Björn Waldegård came second. The decals of the main sponsor were the blue stripes that traced the shoulder lines of the otherwise white car. The 1974 wrap takes up this theme augmented by the Porsche logo on the lower edges of the doors. The 1978 wrap relates to the Safari Rally in which Vic Preston Jr. came second driving car number 14 sponsored by Martini whose wave-shaped surfaces in orange and light blue have been reinterpreted by Porsche designers

#Porsche #Porsche 911 Dakar #Porsche 911 #high riding #racing livery #retro style #rally car #replica #vinyl wrap #East African Safari Rally #Safari Rally #1970s #1970s style #1971 #1974 #1978

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#porsche #turbo #derivatives #car #cars #fast car #fast cars #supercar #supercars #new logo #logo

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idkwhosthis12121 · 28 days

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ON THE RUN Transformers fanfic Mirage and Noah

You were Chris's babysitter. You and Noah grew up together, and you know the Diaz family pretty well, perchance. Today was supposed to be another day babysitting Chris, but on your way to Noah's apartment, you decided to take a short cut through an alleyway. It was already pretty late at night since Mrs. Diaz had to take a night shift, and Noah was working in his workshop. You haven't gone down this alleyway before, so you don't know what to expect. As you're walking, you spot a kinda cool, rusty car. You approach it, observing it. You look at the car brand logo only to be met with one you were unfamiliar with. You step closer to get a better look, but that's what the car starts to make whirling sounds and transforms into a tall, mechanical robot. You stare at it in shock, and it stares back at you. You take a step back, and it takes a step forward. You then turn around and sprinted as fast you possibly could. Behind you, you could hear a car speeding after you. You ran as fast as you could, reaching Noah's workshop. Once you got there, you practically busted down the door. "NOAH!" You shouted as you ran to wear he was, working on a car. You almost trip over yourself. Noah holds you by your elbows, and you put your hands on his shoulders, shaking him."Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Noah, you will never believe -" before you could even finish your sentence, the robot from before speeds through the workshop garage door and transforms into its mech-form. You hide behind Noah, you hear something from behind you. You turn your head and see a blue and silver Porsche. A 911 Carrera RS 3.8 to be specific. It transforms into a robot as well. "WHAT THE F-" You are cut off once again as the Porsche robot things' arm turns into a gun/Canon. It shoots the other robot that was chasing you multiple times. You turn your head back to Noah. He gives a weak smile and speaks. "Okay, before you freak out. This is mirage," He says, motioning to the Porsche. "Mirage is an autobot from a planet called cybrotron. The thing that was chasing you is a terrocon.-" You turned and ran out. You didn't get very far until Noah caught up to in the autobot 'mirage'. "Yo, you need a ride, Mami?" Noah asks with a subtle smirk. "Get in, sweetspark." You hear an unfamiliar voice, oh great, they can talk too. "Sure, I guess." You shrug, getting into the car. Noah starts driving to his place. "So, we have a lot to fill you in on, huh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Definitely." You replied.

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#transformers #mirage #noah diaz #autobots #fanfic #rise of the beasts #y/n #noah diaz x reader #x reader

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I'm bored and stuck waiting out a storm, so let's try something different. Can you ID my car from the inside?

oh man i’m not great with interiors. i can usually eventually figure it out if i have like a logo somewhere or if it’s something like the porsche 911 hood profile, but stuff like this gets really difficult, interiors aren’t my strong suit. i know the guy i did a shop class with had a mid 90s chevy camaro with a similar steering wheel, and styling wise it definitely strikes me as late 90s to early 2000s, but that’s the best guess i have, something 90s to early 2000s gm, possibly a chevy?

#asks #saccharine-azure

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So, I want to share something that’s been sitting in my brain since KinnPorsche the Series aired. I’m a person who loves seeing colors and their meanings in the media I consume, as well as seeing how those colors connect to characters and become like a calling card for them. And oh boy does KPTS do that often. And one thing I’ve seen over and over again is that when Pete is on screen, – and somehow Vegas is involved – the color green appears.

In either lighting, clothing, and/or background items/decorations. And yes, green lighting is shown in scenes where neither is involved, or just Vegas, but it’s most common with Pete.

The meal that Vegas barges in on at the main home where Pete is present? Green lighting.

Pete in the car with the condoms and Vegas? Green lighting.

Pete snooping in the minor home and getting caught? Green shutters and Vegas in a green robe.

Pete being tortured? Green lighting.

Pete in the safe house? Green lighting.

Pete afterwards in the tub after his escape? Green lighting.

Vegas when he is pretty much confessing to Porsche about his feelings for Pete and swearing he’ll keep him safe no matter what? Green silk shirt.

Now, I know what you’re saying, “This sounds almost like Vegas is the green color.” Or “Well green can mean this thing, so it’s not really connected to Pete.” And yes, you are probably correct, but this is where it gets interesting. (Also this is just my personal take. So anything else is also valid.)

We know how Pete is as a character, right? Well look at what we find when we look at the color green:

“Green is a very down–to–earth color. It can represent new beginnings and growth. It also signifies renewal and abundance. Alternatively, green can also represent envy or jealousy, and a lack of experience. In spiritual terms, the color green implies beginnings, new growth, vibrant health, and other ideas connected with life, rebirth, and renewal.”

Now, does some of that sound familiar? These are all things that you can tie to Pete. Down-to-earth, lack of experience (you all know), beginnings, new growth, rebirth/renewal, and even envy or jealousy (from what I’ve seen people talk about how Pete felt about Porsche at certain points.) These are parts of Pete and his journey throughout KPTS.

Even more interesting is when you look into green in terms of love:

“What does the color green mean in love?

Green is the color of the heart chakra, symbolizing love to others, forgiveness, compassion, understanding, transformation, warmth, sharing, sincerity and devotion.”

Now tell me that isn’t Pete’s love for others, but especially Vegas. That’s basically how Pete loves Vegas down to the letter in the series.

But let’s also look at Vegas while we’re here. So I know most of the fandom pins Vegas’ color as red (I do too) and when you go back and look at certain scenes (the torture and safe house scenes for example) you see both colors. And the show almost always seems to add the red once Vegas enters, and even frames them accordingly to their colors. So of course we have to look at that.

Now what’s interesting is red and green are opposites, yet complimentary colors on the color wheel. One could almost say two things that are the same yet different. (Yes, I am implying Vegas and Pete being similar, yet different right now.) But let’s take an even closer look at the colors and what they represent when compared to each other:

“Red is a color of vigor and energy. It represents passion, urgency and grabs instant attention. It can also cause you to feel hunger, which is why it is used in food and beverage logos.” Now who does this sound like? Grabs instant attention, vigor and energy, but above all else causing you to feel hunger?

“Since red is the color of blood, it has historically been associated with sacrifice, danger, and courage. Modern surveys in Europe and the United States show red is also the color most commonly associated with heat, activity, passion, sexuality, anger, love, and joy.” And now we bring blood, danger, sacrifice, passion, sexuality, anger, love, and joy into the mix as well? Seems pretty spot on with Vegas.

“Green, on the other hand, is a color of peace, rejuvenation, nature, cleanliness, and fertility.” So when compared to red, green is its opposite: bringing peace, a rebirth of some sorts, and cleanliness (like washing away the sins of your past perhaps?). But also note how some similarities still are there.

Now one last look at the colors. I feel like this one is the big kicker for these two, and really sells Pete as green, and Vegas as Red: “Green speaks to our desire to foster understanding and acceptance between people and to see the potential value and goodness of each person. Green does not represent the color of love on the level of passion between two people. Throughout history, red has been the color of passion, romance, and sexual energy.”

That to me is Pete. If nothing else, that is Pete as a character and how you see him in his time at the safe house. He tries over and over to understand Vegas, see the value and goodness in him, as well as acceptance for who he is and of his past. You can even boil it down to just how Pete is as a person and how he loves/cares for people in general.

And when we look at the love on a romantic or just simply passion level, we see how Vegas and Pete are different. Vegas – like most people in his family – loves people to obsession. Once he loves you, he will do anything for you. He cannot and will not let anything or anyone harm Pete. He brings the intensity and sexual energy that we never really get from Pete. Pete loves in a more nurturing and compassionate way. Vegas comes in like a fire, whereas Pete comes in like a gentle rain on a summer day.

But when they two come together (look at me bringing things back around again) they compliment each other, and both take from one another. Pete learns to be more rage and heat. Finds that hunger and passion that he never had before. Finds the love and sexuality that he never explored or was aware of in his life.

Vegas cools down some of his heat and rage, and brings in the compassion and understanding of others (even if we only get to see it briefly with people like Porsche and Pete.) And we even see him entering his rebirth right before he gets shot and afterwards. Him finding that peace and devotion. That warmth and his own love that he never had before.

Red and green are two colors that work perfectly (again, in my opinion) for these two as “their colors”, but also to give us more depth and insight into two characters who didn’t get as much time and development as others. Complimentary, yet opposites. The same, yet different. Two people that you would never expect to come together, yet are soulmates through and through for one another.

One ruby heart, now speckled with beautiful emeralds. One lush and green heart, now blooming beautiful red blossoms.

#KPTS meta #KinnPorsche the series meta #color meta #character meta #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #pete saengtham #kinnporsche the series #venus speaks #Legit hope I tagged stuff correctly because this is something I worked hard on to try and make sense #yes this legit has been in my brain since the series hit the air #I have always thought green was Pete’s color and red was Vegas’#so imagine my surprise when I never saw it mentioned and here we are #and I know green may mean something else just as red does/will but again this is my own personal opinion/thoughts #long post

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CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER TWO

“You know that means you suck.”

▸ summary: things are changing and the line for you is getting blurry ▸ characters: steve harrington, robin buckley, billy hargrove, ft. the party ▸ word count: 5.4k ▸ warnings: angst, making out, fluff, semi-angst ▸ series masterlist

The shining blue light of Starcourt Mall’s logo shined over the large parking lot that summer night. Giving just enough light for you to find the perfect parking spot near the front entrance. Which definitely helped improve your mood.

You didn’t know two weeks ago that starting up a job at the Hawkin’s Community Pool would be so exhausting. At first, it felt like a blast! Your partner Heather was nice, the pay was pretty good (though it was nothing compared to the monthly allowance), and you got the chance to work on a pretty good tan. But it could only be so good before Hawkins found a way to ruin it.

The kids were wild, their parents were too lazy tanning, or worse, hitting on you, and the worst problem of it all was the one coworker you had to face four days a week; Billy Hargrove.

You still blamed Steve for having not set an alarm the morning you two were supposed to sign up to work at the pool. Ignoring the fact that you weren’t supposed to be spending the night at his house anyway. But after he had invited you over to practice how to be a lifeguard with his pool, and getting each other riled up, the two of you couldn’t help but get distracted that night. Especially when his parents weren’t home till the next night.

Billy beat the two of you the next day by twenty whole minutes. And if it weren’t for his recommendation, you wouldn’t even have gotten the spot at all. Unfortunately, Steve had to find another job this summer. Which is where you found yourself now.

Exiting your car, you can’t help but shoot an adoring smile at the red vehicle. It was definitely a nice surprise for your Father to send the car for the summer. Insisting that you were doing so well you deserved a big reward. The bright red paint of your 944 porsche shined nicely under the Indiana sun and especially under the Starcourt sign’s blue tint. It was your most prized possession. And it drove your friend crazy.

“Hey Henderson!”

You had just walked towards the entrance of the mall when you heard a familiar voice call out to you. Turning around, you notice Will, Max, and Lucas waiting by the entrance, waving at you from the bus stop.

“What are you weirdos doing here?” you smiled, taking a step over to them.

“We’re waiting for Mike to come join us at sneaking in for the preview of the Day of the Dead.” Will sighed, leaning against the pillar as he checked over the parking lot again. “And he’s late apparently.”

“He’s late because he’s too busy swapping spit with El.” Lucas huffed with a cross to his arms. “It’s like the third time this week.”

Your face soured at his wording, but you quickly shook your head. Trying not to be so judgemental over new things for the kids. “They’re just new to relationships guys.” A group of boys entering the mall stop mid way when they notice you standing by the entrance. Their eyes immediately go to your chest, locked on the sight of your uniform. Rolling your eyes, you reach for the front of your hoodie and zip up. “How are you guys gonna get into that movie anyway?”

Will turned to face you, giving you a knowing smirk as he leaned in towards you. “We’re going to rely on your boyfriend to sneak us in the back again.” Something tells you that Jonathan might be a reason why Will was so confidently speaking that way.

“Oh God.” you groaned, “First of all, We’re just friends.” The three of them turned their faces into skeptical frowns which you chose to ignore as you went on. “Second, you guys are gonna get everyone in trouble if you keep doing that.” Placing your hands on your hips you look over them with a small frown. “Steve really needs this job so don’t mess this up for him.”

“Relax, Henderson, we’re not gonna make your stupid boyfriend lose his job, we promise.” Max sighed, fanning her face a bit from the summer heat. The other two boys nodded in agreement.

“He is not my boyfriend” you huffed before calming yourself down. It wasn’t their fault that the boyfriend topic felt more sensitive to you these days. “Look, I’ll be here for a while so if you guys don’t wanna ride the bus home with the other sweaty movie goers, then be here in two hours.”

They gave off a chorused response as you swiftly turned to head inside the mall. The familiar sensory overload of various scents and sounds that come from the mall hit you instantly. It’s oddly reminiscent of home and you found yourself these days feeling a little bit relaxed as you went through the waves of people.

You stopped by The Gap, very much needing to do a little retail therapy after your long day. And after buying that top you had been looking at the other day, you make a final stop at the Orange Julius and pick up a drink before heading to the center of the food court.

Crowds of people going in and out are what you meet when you make it down the escalators. It was crazy how the mall brought out all sorts of people from Hawkins. You didn’t even realize how many people actually lived there until it opened up.

The nautical tune that constantly plays through the day greets you as you enter inside Scoops Ahoy. Up at the register is the annoyed familiar face you had been hoping to see first.

“Welcome to Scoops Ahoy. Let us take you on an adventure of flavor and- please don’t make me say the whole thing again, Henderson.”

You can’t help but giggle at Robin’s plea, leaning over the countertop to pass her the drink you bought along the way. “Feel free to break character.” You urged.

“Thank you!” She sighed, reaching out for the drink. “It’s been so busy today and I don’t think I can take another trip down the U.S.S. Butterscotch.” She took a long sip from the cup before nodding at you. “Your kids just came by to get some help.”

“Oh that’s good. I had to get a little shopping done, so I thought I'd stop by and say hi.”

Robin stared at you almost eerily similar to how the kids did outside. “So you didn’t come all the way over here to hang out with Dingus?”

“Who Steve?” you snorted, waving off your hands. “I didn’t even know if he’s working tonight.”

As if he had the most impeccable timing, coming through the side door from the back was the man himself, carrying a tin filled with rainbow sprinkles. He was stabbing the product with a plastic spoon when he looked up to find you at the counter.

“Hey, Trouble. Max told me you’d be coming by.” He walked past Robin who had a sort of sly smirk on her face as he placed the container down in the toppings bar. “You know these kids are really gonna get me in trouble one of these days. One of them is bound to slip up.”

He continued on ranting, fixing stuff around his store while you tried to ignore Robin’s knowing gaze. It isn’t until he’s done with whatever task he had that he finally joined you two at the counter.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked you over, making you feel even more focused on by Robin. “Glad you’re here. Was wondering if you got my message to come by tonight.”

“Message?” You asked, acting like Heather didn’t pass along the message when you clocked in that afternoon. “Can’t say I heard anything about a message.” Lifting up your bag, you playfully wave in front of them. “I came by and got that top I had been looking at.”

“Oh,” Steve said softly. Sounding a little bit disappointed. “Uh, that’s cool.”

You tried very much to hold back on wincing at that. Not having wanted Steve to feel like you didn’t want to see him. But Robin’s hard gaze was making you suddenly so nervous to admit to anything otherwise.

Thankfully a couple of customers stepped into the store, making the two of them become alert as you stepped aside to let the people through. It’s not until Robin has taken their order that you find yourself relaxing a bit.

“I am sticking around for a bit. Might as well wait for the brats to finish up.” You shrugged while still playing it cool but hopefully more open for Steve.

“Look at you starting your nice streak.” Steve mused, leaning forward to scoop out some ice cream. “Might be waiting a bit. The movie is like two-“

Suddenly all the lights in the store go out. Breaking everyone into a light murmur of concern. You turn around and notice that it’s actually the whole mall that’s gone out and not just Scoops.

“That’s weird.” You heard Steve say, walking closer to the counter. You notice just about all the appliances have turned out.

“It’s creepy.” you mumbled, feeling a chill crawl up your spine a bit.

Steve walked over towards the store light, lazily flicking it off and on a couple of times. Robin, who even in the dark looked irritated by the action, joined Steve. “That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” she sighed.

“Oh really?” Challenged Steve. He kept his face neutral before pushing the flicker between his two fingers, rapidly turning it off and on now. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous antics, shaking your head as you move to lean in towards them.

“I feel like I’ve seen you do something like that a lot faster, Harrington.” You hummed. The innuendo caused Steve to nearly mess up in his flicking. Just as quickly as the lights all around went out, the mall began to spring back to life again.

Steve took a glance over at you, giving a quick wink before he faced Robin again. “Let there be light.” he said, holding his hands up. Robin is left shaking her head, still annoyed with the guy as he moved on to finish up the order they were working on.

It’s not until the customers leave that he snapped his fingers to you. “Strawberry with sprinkles on top?” Something warm bloomed in your chest at that, making you clear your throat a bit before nodding your head. Had he really memorized your order from the one or two times you’ve actually had ice cream here?

He grabbed a cone for you, making sure to make the scoop perfect before he leaned on the counter to pass it over. “Any idea what you’re going to do while you wait out the movie?”

You moved to rest against the counter with him. Dangerously close to his face that you think you might be smelling the cherry chapstick that’s covering his lips right now. “Well,” you started, giving the side of the ice cream a slow lick.

“I could probably go back to shopping but I’d rack up some pretty hard charges. There’s always just hanging around the food court.” Your eyes caught attention to the fact that Steve’s were solely focused on your mouth now. Taking another lick, you go slower this time, watching as his lips parted slightly.

Huh.

“I was also invited by Mike Lewinski to hang out by the fountain with his friends. Apparently they’re all super cool and wanna get to know me.” you said simply.

That seemed to throw Steve off, making him nearly slip forward on the counter before he caught himself. “Mike Lewinski?” he gaped, adjusting the hat on his head. “The guy who could barely make a free throw?”

You waved your hand, turning your head back towards the food court to hide the amusing smile that’s fighting to come on your lips. “C’mon, Steve. We both know I don’t pay attention to things like that. Besides,” turning back to him, you give off your best fake pout. “I won’t have anything else to do.”

Steve flicked his tongue over his lips, shifting his gaze from your eyes and your mouth. “Right,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Can’t have that.” Grabbing the hat off his head, he chucked it beneath him and quickly jumped over the counter, making you gasp a bit as he suddenly landed in front of you. “Robin, I’m taking my break!”

Grabbing your hand, he began to drag you out the front of the store, making you giggle as you tried to keep up with his speed. The two of you could barely hear Robin’s warning as you exited the store.

“BE BACK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES, DINGUS!”

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

“Robin’s really gonna kill you.”

You let out another gasp as Steve sucked harder on the spot underneath your earlobe. The sensation was making your entire body feel ablaze with excitement and you cursed yourself for letting him mark you in such a delicious way.

The two of you were practically on top of each other in the small photo booth near the escalators. The photos you had teased him into taking were developed long ago, waiting patiently for the two of you to grab in the developer pocket. But after giving Steve a sneaky peck in the last one, the two of you ended up turning the innocent photos into a hot sneaky makeout session.

“I really don’t care.” Steve mumbled against your skin, letting his teeth nip at the vein on your neck. His hands are gripped at your hips, trying to tug you closer onto his lap but you’re doing your best to keep you two from doing anything too brazen in the middle of the mall.

Bringing your hands up, you push lightly against the front of his chest, making him pout a bit as he still bent forward to try and bury his face into your neck again. You giggled at his attempt, moving one hand to cup the side of his face to bring his gaze back up. “Steve,” you laughed, “I’m serious.”

He only took that as a challenge, smirking a bit before he leaned in to press his lips against yours. The taste of his lips has you rolling your eyes a bit as you enjoy the lingering taste of your ice cream that he finished off for you. Having him in this kind of way was becoming too addicting.

Needing air, you pulled back again, covering up his mouth with the palm of your hand to keep him at bay. He mumbled against your palm before reaching up to pull your hand down. “It’s not like it matters if I’m late again, she knows to cover for me.”

“It’s not that I don’t think she won’t cover for you, it’s just she just shouldn't have to.” Reaching out, you gently finger combed a bit of his hair, noticing it was a bit crazy from having run your hands through it. “I don’t want her to hate us.”

“No one can hate you.” he said softly, reaching up to rub his thumb at your bottom lip. You give it a light peck instinctively and Steve sees that as a sign to kiss you again. Luckily, you pull away in time to open up the small curtain that gave you guys the little privacy you had.

“Come on, your highness, your scooping awaits.”

Getting out of the booth first, you hold your hand out for him to follow, smirking a bit when you hear him grumble under his breath. Turning around, you’re about to walk towards the path of scoops when Steve called out for you.

“We almost left these here.”

Looking at his hands, you smile down at the four black and white photos of the two of you. The first couple are just normal ones with you guys making silly faces. It’s the last ones that catch your eyes.

The second to last had you staring over at Steve with such a fondness that you were surprised he didn’t say anything. But it oddly felt reminiscent of the photos Jonathan had taken of you two at Steve’s party. The last one is of the kiss that triggered the makeout session. It’s only a simple kiss on the cheek, but Steve’s grin has your heart beating faster at the sight.

“Here, you can have the top two, I want these.” Steve said, pointing to the ones that caught your eyes. He’s about to tear it half when you snatch it out of his hands.

“And what if I wanted those? My hair looks great.” you said, hoping not to sound too eager for them.

“C’mon, my hair looks great here too. Before you went and messed it all up.”

You stifled a giggle that wanted to come from seeing the pout on his face. “I’ll tell you what, if you want these two so bad you’ll come by house tonight after work.”

“Oh yeah? You want me to sneak over?”

The answer is on the tip of your tongue. Yes. The thought is so loud you think you almost said it. But you know better than to come off so eager and needy. So you merely nod in reply.

“Aunt Claudia will be snoring away and Dustin won’t be back from camp until tomorrow.”

Steve seemed to ponder that over, bringing a hand up to cup at his chin in feign thought. Taking a step closer, you lean up on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. “Maybe then you can convince me to give them to you.”

He shuddered a bit from that, looking at you with a familiar dark look in your eyes that has your body getting hot again before he nodded his head. “I’ll be there.” he murmured, looking down at your lips. You can’t help but shake your head before you look around you both for any watchful eyes. Once clear, you quickly press a kiss to his lips, pulling back in time before he can deepen.

“Don’t keep me waiting late, Harrington.”

Turning on your heels, you move over towards the escalator, stepping onto the one leading back upstairs. You watch as Steve slowly steps back out towards the direction of the food court with just a little more jump in his step.

It turned out that Steve would end up making you wait longer than you expected. After waiting up hours for Steve to come sneak by, you eventually had to call over to his house. Instead of getting an answer from Steve, you had an awkward short conversation with his Mother. She informed you that he had passed out on his bed hours ago, left only in jeans and one sock on.

The following day didn’t help either, with having stayed up for nothing, you were determined to have a better new day at work. Only to find out that your regular partner Heather had switched shifts with someone.

Well, not just someone.

“Look, I’m sorry if working with your ex is uncomfortable, but I really needed the afternoon off.”

You don’t look back at Heather as you adjust the straps of your bathing suit. The anger on your face was too evident and you didn’t want to be so harsh to a girl that didn’t know a hundred percent why you hated Billy so much.

“I know, Heather.” you sighed, reaching for the sunblock in your bag. “I just wish you had given me a heads up. I could have called off sick or something.”

“I’m sorry!” she whined again, holding up her two hands. “I promise it won’t be so bad. Just leave him to the Hawkins Moms and he’ll be distracted.”

A heavy frown tugged easily at your face. The Mothers that decided to drag their kids to the pool just ogle at Billy was certainly another tally against working here. It’s like they didn’t care that he was most of their children’s ages or the fact that they were married.

“Ew, don’t remind me.”

“Look, I know how I can make it up to you.” Heather clapped, handing you the mandatory fanny pack. “Tonight a lot of us are heading over to Starcourt. We’re gonna hang out by the fountain and maybe see a movie.”

You strap in the fanny pack before looking back up at her. “The mall?” A part of you is slightly dreading the idea of going back another night, but you think about how maybe you might get the chance to see Steve again. But then again, he did sort of bail out on you. “I don’t know..”

“I promise it’ll be fun. I know for sure that Kurt Michaels and Zack Chapman want to hang out with you.”

“I do too, they gave me their numbers the other day.”

“See! Even better.”

You want to give her a bit more grief, knowing that even promising a fun time tonight wouldn’t be worth the four hours working with Billy in your rotation. But you’re still attempting to turn a new leaf here so you give her a small smile and pat her arm. “I’ll come by for a bit after work.”

“You’re the best!” she grinned, wrapping an arm around you. “Now go show those Moms who’s the real babe of the pool!”

Leaving the optimistic Heather to change out of her suit for the day, you slowly pushed your way out of the girls locker room. The bright sunlight hits your face instantly and you bring up your hand to cover your eyes as you scan over the pool.

The usual residents of Hawkins are all there. Including some of the more unfavorable ones like a couple of the Dads that liked to ask you questions. But you ignored all the gazes of those who had no tact to make your way over to the lifeguard chair.

Billy, who lazily rested his head against his hand, perked up the moment he saw you. It wasn’t until you were at the foot of the ladder that he quickly climbed off. Peeling his glasses off his eyes to give you a once over.

“You get the pleasure of working with me today, Babydoll.”

“Yeah, Billy. It’s been a real dream of mine to work with you.”

He chuckled lightly, leaning against the leg of the chair as he blocked your way up. “I promise I’ll be a good partner. I’ll even bring you a soda when I come back from break to help beat this sun.”

“Please make sure it’s Clorox flavored.” you smirked, pushing past him a bit to climb up. A heat rushes to your face when you realize he still stayed in the same spot, getting a close up look of your rear before you sat down.

“You’ll warm up to me again.” he shrugged, looking over his shoulders to see the Moms still watching him. “Summer seems like a good place for us to start over.” His focus was still on the women behind him, mostly at Mrs. Wheeler, which you did not want to unpack.

“I think a good place for us is me on this chair, and you back inside and out of my face.”

The coldness in your tone caused his gaze to snap back towards you. “Ouch.” he smiled, leaning back closer to the chair. Despite you being on the higher angle, it still felt like Billy had the higher ground as he carefully reached out to stroke at your leg. “For someone sporting a fresh new hickey, you sure are acting pretty uptight.”

You kick your leg to get his hand off, frowning at his words. “I’m not uptight, I’m annoyed by your presence. Now leave. I need to pay attention to people I actually care about.” Slipping on your sunglasses, you cross your arms and stare out to the pool. Still feeling Billy nearby.

“My offer is still up, Henderson. If ol’ King Steve can’t do the job and make you feel good. I’m always just a call away.”

“Go fuck yourself, Billy.”

He brushed his hand lightly against your leg again before he stalked off cackling as he walked away. This was definitely going to be a long day.

Four hours and a very long shower later, you’re dressed in your new top, jeans, and flats and slowly making your way through Starcourt again. The bright lights and smells of food are not as comforting this time. You’re not so sure what’s going to happen tonight and while hanging out with a semi familiar crowd sounded like fun before, now you realize you’re almost dreading it.

But like the other day, you eventually make your way over to Scoops Ahoy, the nautical tune welcoming you as you slowly step over towards the register. It’s not until you’re behind Anna Jacobi and her friend that you hear bits of the conversation she was having with Steve.

“Ooh, Purdue. Fancy.”

“Yeah, I’m excited.”

The girl sounds genuinely happy to hear someone impressed by her acceptance to the State’s college. But even from where you stood, you could hear the slight jealousy and nerves that came from Steve’s response.

“Yeah, you know, I considered it. Purdue, but then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know, before I hit college, see what it feels like.”

You can’t help but feel your jaw drop at Steve’s attempt of..playing it cool? Flirting? This wasn’t at all like the boy you met your first year here.

He continued to ramble on about working a minimum wage job when the machine practically malfunctions before him, making him come off as even more nervous than before.

“Yeah, anyways, this was, like, so fun. We should kind of like, you know, I don’t know, maybe hang out this weekend or–”

He dropped the change into Anna’s hand and you have to look away. Whether it be because of Steve’s embarrassment or your own. A small voice called out to you, and you catch Robin waving you over. Slipping past the attention of the three from the counter, you push past the low swinging door and go towards the back.

“Tell me it’s not always like this.” you begged Robin as you joined her in the back room. She pointed over towards a whiteboard that laid against the wall. It showed what you figured to be a scoreboard of Steve’s attempts to get a date. You’re sad to see it so vastly different from what you imagined.

“This is my favorite part.”

The two of you peek out to watch as Steve calls out to the girls, trying to convince the two of them that it was his first day there.

Grabbing the board, Robin pushed her way to the middle, displaying the counter up for Steve as she unclipped the cap of the felt pen. “And another one bites the dust.” she declared. Steve slowly turned around in defeat, head slightly hung low. “You are oh-for-six, Popeye.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can count.” he said annoyed.

“You know that means you suck.”

“Yep! I can read, too.”

“Since when?” she asked, giving him a slight smirk. You can’t help but lean in, giving Steve a curious look.

“Harrington, what happened? That whole conversation sunk worse than the Titanic.”

“Ooh, good water reference.” Robin mused. Steve sighed heavily in frustration as he came closer to where you two were.

“It’s this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.”

“Yeah, company policy is a real drag.”

You turn your head a bit, thinking he didn’t look too bad in the ridiculous uniform. In all honesty, it was kinda cute on him. But you weren’t going to say that just yet. Not when he was already feeling down about himself.

“You know, it’s a crazy idea, but have you considered telling the truth?”

“Oh, you mean, that I couldn’t even get into Tech and my douchebag dad’s trying to teach me a lesson. I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?”

“A lot of people don’t get into college sometimes.” you interjected quickly. “Even famous Presidents like Lincoln and Truman didn’t get in and they ran the damn country.” Steve looked over at you with a small thankful smile. “Robin’s right, by the way.”

Just as quickly his smile dropped and you leaned over to pat gently at his hand. “Girls like honesty and while you don’t have to spill the entirety of your problems right now, it might help to start by just saying you’re working for the summer. Start off small.”

“Yeah, or you can continue on with whatever attempts this is.” Robin snorted, making you nudge her to stop.

“Speaking of working. What are you doing here, trouble? Thought you worked?” Steve asked, ignoring his coworker’s teasing.

“Well, after working all day with Billy annoying me, I decided to come here and join some friends.”

The two beside you seemed to perk up a bit before you pointed over towards the food court. Just outside the store you were able to make out Heather and a few other familiar faces as they pointed over to another store.

“Apparently I’m more popular than I thought this summer.”

“Oh,” Steve said, sounding off. “That sounds like a lot of fun.” He leaned back from the counter, giving you a tight lipped smile. “I guess I’ll see you around? Maybe later tonight?”

“Why make plans you’re just gonna bail out on?” you said a bit harshly, noticing Robin slowly back away from the two of you. She pretended to be tending to the board as you leaned in to whisper towards Steve. “I had to talk to your Mom just to find out you fell asleep on me.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t even know how tired I was ‘till I got dressed.”

“Whatever.” you shrugged, trying to ignore the way your chest aches a bit. “It’s not like they were official plans or anything. You weren’t obliged to come over.”

“C’mon, Hon–”

“I gotta go.” you interrupted, adjusting your top nervously. This conversation was sounding a little bit too unfriendly, and you were both still trying to be friends still. Things like failed hookups were definitely not on the list of things you could stay mad at. Steve wasn’t yours, and you’d have to keep reminding yourself that.

“I think I made them wait around for me long enough.” You make the mistake of seeing Robin slowly draw another line down the ‘YOU SUCK’ side of the board and bid her a quick goodbye before pushing through the door.

Steve looked at you slightly worried before you reached over for his hand. Squeezing it gently. “We’ll just hang out another time, okay? I’ll bring Dustin around tomorrow. It’s my day off.” He looked a little defeated at the compromise before he gave a tight lipped smile.

“You promise you’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

He looked almost like he didn’t buy it when Robin peeked back out again. “Hey, twelve o’clock.” The two of you turn towards the entrance to see a group of girls enter inside the store. It has you feeling your chest ache more but you push that feeling down when you hear Steve get nervous again. You quickly let go of his hand.

“Oh shit.” Steve muttered. “Okay, I'm going in. Okay? And you know what?” He reached up for his hat, throwing it behind the counter. “Screw company policy.”

“Oh my God, you’re a whole new man.” Robin said lamely, knowing almost where this was going to go.

“Right?” Steve cooed, dancing a bit as he backed away. He shot you one last glance and you gave him a quick thumbs up, wincing to yourself at the stupid response. What the hell were you doing? Steve needed to do his own thing and so did you, which is why you weren’t going to stick around and sulk at Steve trying to move on and finally find himself someone to date.

“Ahoy ladies! Didn’t see you there. Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington.”

Maybe you wouldn’t have to worry so much about that date part.

a/n: this was a bit rough to write out. i had to change a couple of things i wanted to do to make sure it didn’t move at a bad pace. but i hope you guys enjoy it still. these two are super complicated 🥲

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