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[peachyangel71]

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About Me I’m a multi-fandom writer who loves reader inserts, SMAUs, and trying new ideas. My inbox is always open, so feel free to send a request or just stop by to chat. Thanks for reading! ♡

𝑀𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓎 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓈

Luis Mendoza

-The Quiet Girl (Fluff)

Adam Banks

-Betrayed 1 2

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑜𝓉

Benny Rodriguez

-Small’s Sister

𝑀𝐿𝐵

Aaron Judge

-Pettiness Looks Pathetic On You

𝑁𝐻𝐿

Luke Hughes

-Summertime 1 2 3

𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

Goof Troop

-Foreign Friends

-A Piece Of Home

[peachyangel71]

Pettiness looks pathetic on you (Aaron Judge x Reader)

Word count: 829

Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, Orgasms, P in V, Degradation, Consensual, Dirty talk, and Fingering

Requested: No

Authors note: I haven’t written smut before so I apologize if it’s not very good or detailed!

“She was clearly flirting with you and you’re just too blind to see it!” You yell at Aaron.

Aaron scoffs, “Jesus, you’re ridiculous, she was a fan and wanted a photo!”

“Your hand was wrapped around her waist and she was puckering her lips to flirt with you!”

Aaron grabs his bag, “Whatever I don’t have time for this shit, don’t come to the game if you’re gonna act like this.”

He opens the door and leaves, slamming the door. You sit there angrily, knowing sitting here and giving him what he wants of you not coming to the game will just let him win. You stand up and walk to your closet.

As you open it you smirk, “Perfect”, as you grab your “Ohtani” jersey. Of course you knew wearing his rival’s jersey is petty and pathetic, but you don’t care. Before leaving you say goodbye to the dogs.

You enter the stadium and sit behind the dougout. His teammates double take before laughing. Aaron stepped into the on-deck circle, adjusting his batting gloves. His eyes drifted toward the seats behind the dugout, stopping the second they landed on you.

No…

His jaw tightened.

You were wearing Ohtani’s jersey.

Of all jerseys, you had to wear that one.

He let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head as he walked toward the batter’s box.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

If there was ever a day to take Shohei deep, it was today.

Aaron dug into the batter’s box, tightening his grip on the bat.

Focus.

But every time he looked toward the mound, his eyes wanted to drift back to you.

The white jersey.

OHTANI stretched across your shoulders.

Seriously?

The first pitch flew by.

Strike one.

Aaron exhaled sharply.

Get it together.

The second pitch came.

He swung late.

Strike two.

The crowd buzzed as he stepped out of the box, rolling his shoulders. His jaw was tight.

One stupid jersey.

That’s all it took to throw him off.

He stepped back in.

The pitcher delivered.

Aaron chased a slider low and away.

Strike three.

The umpire’s fist shot into the air.

Aaron muttered a curse under his breath before walking back toward the dugout, refusing to look in your direction—even though he knew exactly where you were sitting.

It didn’t help that his teammates chirped him about it.

“Damn, Judge. Ohtani’s got your girl and you’re at bat?” Schlittler yells at him with a smirk.

Rice calls out “You think she’s gonna try and get his autograph after the game?”

“Can any one of you shut up for more than 5 fucking seconds?!” He yells as he sits on the bench.

When the game ends and you arrive back at the house, he backs you against the wall.

“What the fucking hell was that?” He screams.

You feign innocence, “what was what?”

“Oh fuck that shit don’t play dumb. You wore his jersey! Your mine ans you embarrassed me.” He growls.

You smirk, “maybe don’t let other girls flirt with you?”

He is beyond rage and he shoves his hand down your skirt, roughly circling his thumb on your clit.

“A-Aaron!” You whimper.

“Shut up and take it” he retorts.

He pulls his hand out unexpectedly and turns you around against the wall and pins your hands above your head.

He starts grinding against your ass, “your such a brat you know that? Being so fucking pathetic at my game.”

Your back arches instinctively as his growing erection presses into your ass.

He pulls off and you whine until you hear his zipper.

His cock springs free, leaking of pre-cum. He pulls your skirt down, your panties coming down with them.

He lines up with your enterance and takes a hard thrust in. He sets a punishing pace as you whimper and yelp.

“This cunt is mine. Not his. It’s all mine.” He moves his had near your throat squeezing not roughly but not gentle either.

“Who the fuck owns your cunt?” He slaps your ass with his free hand.

“Y-y-you!” You whine “please let me come!”

“You’ll come when I let you. Gonna act like a brat I’m gonna fuck you like one.” He says pounding in you.

You try to hold it for a few more minutes but you beg again “Please Aaron please!”

“Oh yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?” You let out a loud moan as the white paints your thighs. Aaron smirks.

He lowers to his knees and flips you so your back is now against the wall. He starts licking your fluids off your thighs.

you whimper as he finishes, “I’m sorry Aaron it was petty what I did.”

“Damn right it was but I forgive you and I shouldn’t have let the girl flirt with me.” He says as he gives you a kiss.

You give him a long kiss back, “I forgive you too. I love you”

He intertwined his fingers with yours as the tension finally melted away. The jersey, the argument, the strikeout—it all seemed ridiculous now.

Maybe pettiness really did look pathetic on both of you.

[peachyangel71]

Hi, if you don't mind, I'd like to request a Goof Troop fanfic. I want Peg helping Max bake a birthday cake for his dad's birthday, maybe a sweet mom moment between them that makes Max feel flustered because he's not used to motherly affection.

I hope you like it!

Word count: 449

Warnings: none!

Requested: yes!

The smell of vanilla and melted butter had long since taken over the Goof house.

“Maxie, can you hand me the flour?” Peg asked with a smile as she tied another apron string behind her back.

Max blinked, realizing he’d been staring into space.

“Huh? Oh—yeah.”

He grabbed the bag from the counter and passed it over. “You know, you really didn’t have to come over and help.”

“And let you accidentally make your dad a hockey puck instead of a birthday cake?” Peg laughed. “No chance.”

“I only burned one cake.”

“You burned three.”

“…The first two don’t count.”

Peg chuckled to herself as she measured the flour into the bowl. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Max couldn’t help smiling.

The kitchen felt…easy.

Goofy had been sent out on an “important birthday errand” by Peg, which mostly consisted of keeping him out of the house until the cake was finished. P.J. had been recruited to decorate the living room, leaving Max and Peg to tackle dessert.

“You’re on mixing duty,” Peg says, handing him the whisk.

Yes, ma’am.”

“There you go.”

Max stirred the batter while Peg cracked eggs beside him.

“You know,” she said, “your dad’s gonna love this.”

“I hope so.”

“He will.”

“I kinda wanted it to be perfect.”

Peg glanced over.

“Because it’s from you?”

Max shrugged.

“He does a lot for me.”

There was a softness in his voice that made Peg’s heart ache.

“He really does.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the clink of the whisk against the bowl.

Peg reached over and gently brushed away a streak of flour off max’s cheek with her thumb.

“There.”

Max froze.

“…You had flour on your face.”

“I—I know why you did it.”

His ears were burning.

Peg smiled knowingly.

“You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I just got hot from the oven.”

“Mhm.”

Max looked anywhere but at her.

This was…different.

Peg looked over the lopsided frosting lettering and laughed.

“It’s perfect.”

Max frowned. “The ‘H’ is crooked.”

“So?”

“Dad deserves better than crooked.”

She gently bumped his shoulder with hers.

“Max, your dad isn’t going to remember whether the letters were straight.”

She smiled at the cake.

“He’s going to remember that you made it.”

Just then the front door swung open.

“Gawrsh! I’m home!”

Max and Peg exchanged quick glances before scrambling to hide the cake.

“Don’t come in the kitchen!” Max called.

Goofy stopped in the hallway.

“…Okey-dokey!”

A beat passed.

“…Can I ask why?”

Peg laughed.

“Birthday surprise!”

“Hyuck! Well, I’ll just keep my eyes shut then!”

Max shook his head with a grin.

“Dad… that’s not how that works.”

[peachyangel71]

Hi! I have idea for fanfic request related to Goof troop. plot should be like this - Redeemed Pete tells his children (PJ and Pistol) that they'll be visiting their foreign friends this summer, but PJ doesn't believe him, believing his father is lying. After discussing the situation with Max, the friends decide to find out the truth through clever tactics, including a phone call to their foreign friends.

This might not be the best but I hope you like it!! word count: 279

warnings: none!

Requested: yes!

“Kids!” Pete called from the living room, waving a handful of travel brochures. “How’d you two like to spend part of your summer overseas?”

Pistol bounced onto the couch. “Really? Another country?”

“That’s right,” Pete grinned. “Some old friends invited us to visit.”

PJ froze. His father’s smile looked sincere…but years of broken promises whispered in the back of his mind.

“Foreign friends?” PJ asked carefully.

“Yep! You’ll like ’em.”

PJ forced a nod, but he wasn’t convinced.

Later that afternoon, while walking with Max, he finally admitted what was bothering him.

“I just…what if Dad’s making it up?”

Max frowned. “You think he’d lie about something like that?”

“Old Dad would’ve.”

Max thought for a moment before snapping his fingers.

“Then let’s not guess. Let’s find out.”

They go inside the house and into the kitchen.

Max is opening drawers, “Maybe we could look for their numbers?”

PJ nods and starts looking. After a bit they find a postcard with the number.

Holding the postcard, Pj yells, “Found it!”

They rush over to the landline and dial the number. After a few rings it answers.

“Hello? Who is this?” The caller says.

“I-I’m PJ Pete. My dad says you’re friends?”

“Ah yes I’m Emile! I know your father quite well. You’re visiting us this summer!” His French accent thick as he speaks.

“Wow so my dad was telling the truth! Thanks! I’ll see you this summer!” PJ smiles and hangs up.

“Did you hear that, Max! Dad didn’t lie!” PJ is glowing as he runs to his dad.

“Dad I’m sorry for not believing you!” PJ says sincerely.

“It’s already, son.” Pete hugs PJ as he says it.

[peachyangel71]

Requests are open! Send all your ideas to me!!

[peachyangel71]

Summertime (SMAU Series)

Summary: Luke Hughes and Mackinnon!Reader soft launch their relationship over the off-season.

I’m really excited this is my first smau. YN_Mackinnon

Sleepover time with the twin @yourbestfriendacc Liked by TrevorZegras, Mackinnon29, and 1k others.

Fan_1: “Looks so fun! Wish I was there!”

Fan_3: “What did you guys watch!?”

Liked by creator.

YN_Mackinnon: “We watched off campus!”

TrevorZegras: “Surprised the mask fits your face lol”

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YN_Mackinnon: “When I catch you Ricky.”

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YN_Mackinnon

Getting ready for vacation!

Liked by LukeHughes_, MackCelebrini, and 4k others.

Fan_9: “Are we gonna ignore the last photo?”

_WillSmith2: “Love your nails!”

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YN_Mackinnon: “Thank you!!”

Troll: “holy nepo baby 💋”

YN_Mackinnon: “You wanna be savage so bad 🫩✌️”

Mackinnon29: “one might say you clocked her tea 👍”

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Loving going on dates! Holy princess treatment in the first photo, though💗

Liked by Mackinnon29, Lukehughes_, and 3k others

Fan_6: “BROOO WHO IS HE?”

Fan_10: “You guys are literally the cutest couple even tho we don’t your bf!”

Fan_12: “HE’S TYING YOUR SHOES? WHERE DO I FIND A MAN LIKE THIS?”

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YN_Mackinnon: “I found him in New Jersey lol!”

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[peachyangel71]

oooo this boy is pmo. LIKE CAN WE COMMUNICATE UGHHHH

[peachyangel71]

me trying to figure out why they traded my Swede:

[dazedpetal]

to me everytime a player get traded it’s like they’re dead- whenever they appear on the opposing team during games i act like it’s the return of jesus himself

#sleep well my sweet prince William Eklund

[peachyangel71]

Why is this so real 😭

[moonssyrup]

STOP TRADING PEOPLE YOURE PISSING ME OFF

[peachyangel71]

“THEY NEVER TRADED EKLUND! HE’S STILL ON THE SHARKS!”

I scream as they drag me to the asylum.

[peachyangel71]

Small’s Sister (Benny Rodriquez x Sister!Reader

I finally finished this one ayyyy 🥹✌️

Summary: Moving to the valley wasn’t exactly hard for you—you already had friends and were settling in just fine. Your little brother, Scotty Smalls? Not so much. But when Benny Rodriguez takes Scotty under his wing, he ends up noticing someone else too: you. Unfortunately for Scotty, he may be the last person on earth to realize why Benny keeps coming over.

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings: Implied Making Out, No Y/N Use, Sneaking In Through Window

You and your family had just moved to the valley. You were already making a bunch of friends and living your best life, not so much for your dorky brother though. He had no friends and he told you he made a fool of himself at the thing the guys in town called, “The Sandlot.”

Scotty thought he was never gonna have a social life until a boy from The Sandlot came and knocked on the door. Scotty opens the door.

Scotty says, “Oh, uh hi Benny.” Benny says, “Come to the Sandlot with us, we need an extra player.” Scotty sighs, “I can't.”

Benny asks, “Why not, man?”

“My glove is busted.”

Benny smirks, “Here man I have an extra one in my pocket, you can use that one.”

Scotty lights up, “Thank you!”

Benny nods as they walk away. You were perched on your windowsill, nose buried in a book, when you noticed Benny walking by with Scotty. God, he was… really something, and you tried not to stare. Or so you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Benny’s eyes briefly flicked toward the window. He thought he’d seen someone watching… a girl. He smirked slightly before turning back to Scotty.

Benny thought you were pretty. The two walked up to the convenience store where all Benny’s friends were.

“Hey guys, this is Scotty Smalls,” Benny said as they approached the group. “He’s gonna play with us today.”

You were sitting alone in your room, when you decided to go hang out with your friends.

“We should go watch the Sandlot boys!” Your friend, Sarah, exclaims.

You and your friends nod and start getting ready to watch them play. You all finish and go outside and walk down the road towards the Sandlot.

“Hey hey hey! What are girls doing here!” Ham exclaims.

You and your friends sit in the grass behind the fence and watch.

Squints waves Ham off, “As long as they don't mess up the game, who cares?”

Benny nods, “Guys focus lets play the game, alright?”

You and your friends were painting your nails and gossiping.

Kenny says, “Why are they here if they’re just gonna paint nails and not pay attention!”

Benny scoffs, “Guys calm down I’ll go talk to them.”

He walks over and leans forward on the fence.

“Hey ladies, how about you watch us play, instead of doing your girly stuff?” He has the hottest smirk on his face.

You nod, “Yeah sure, we’ll watch.”

Benny bites his lip and nods before walking back to his friends.

He does everything in his power to show off for you, such as hitting as hard and far as he can. He smirks at you while running the bases. Your friends giggle and nudge you.

Ella smirks, “Someone has a lover boy!”

Your face goes bright red, “Shut up Ella! I don't!”

They smirk.

Soon the sun starts setting, so everyone heads home. You, Scotty, and Benny are walking to the house. You go inside, but Benny and Scotty stay outside.

Scotty takes the glove off, “Here's your glove back, Benny.”

He shakes his head, “Nah man, keep it.”

Scotty smiles, “Thank you!”

Benny nods and starts walking, but then he stops. “Wait—hey, Smalls—how old’s your sister?”

Smalls says, “Uh 13? Why?”

Benny shakes his head with a smirk, “Nah man it's nothing just wondering.”

The next day, you and your friends go back to the Sandlot. But this time you actually watch. Benny notices and smirks, getting a confidence boost from you watching so attentively.

After the game, Benny comes to you and says, “Hey, you’re Smalls sister right?”

You nod, “Yes I am.” Benny rubs the back of his head, “Uh I was wondering if you wanted to maybe hang out with me a bit? We could go to this really good ice cream place.”

You smile, “I’d love to, Benny.”

Benny takes your hand and you start walking to the ice cream shop.

The walk to the ice cream place felt longer than it probably was, mostly because neither of you really knew what to say at first. Your hand stayed in his, warm and steady, like he wasn’t even thinking about letting go.

Benny starts the conversation, “So do you always spy on people through your window or am I special?”

You groan and cover your face for a second, “I was not spying!”

Benny smirks, “Could’ve fooled me.”

You nudge his shoulder, “Maybe I just like reading by my window.”

“Yeah?” He smirks.

You shake your head while smiling, “Yeah I do like reading.”

He shakes his head and laughs, “if I knew any better I think you wanted to stare at me like a creep.”

You laugh along, and without really thinking about it, your hand slips back into Benny’s. He squeezes it lightly like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Everything feels easy for a second—until you look up and see the Sandlot boys standing there.

“OHHOHO! Benny’s dating Smalls sister!” he yells.

Your eyes widen and you instantly let go of Benny’s hand. “We are not—!”

All the boys immediately start laughing and crowding around. Even Squints is grinning.

Smalls blinks in confusion, looking between everyone. “Wait… what’s happening?”

Benny rubs the back of his neck, trying to play it off. “Nothing, man. Don’t worry about it.”

The boys keep teasing Benny while your face burns red. You quickly stand up and dust yourself off.

“Scotty, come on,” you mumble, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Let’s just go home.”

Smalls shrugs and follows after you without questioning it.

Before leaving, you glance back at Benny and give him a small smile. He smiles back instantly, but the second you turn away, it fades a little as he watches you leave with Smalls.

**************************************************

You’re getting ready for bed when you hear a soft knock on your window. You quickly set your chapstick down and pull the curtain open to see Benny standing outside with a grin on his face.

“Benny? What are you doing here?” you whisper-yell. “My mom is gonna kill me!”

He laughs quietly. “I just needed to ask you something.”

You cross your arms, trying not to smile. “At midnight?”

Benny rubs the back of his neck nervously, which honestly looked adorable on him. “Yeah, well… I wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend.”

You stare at him for a second before laughing softly. “You seriously climbed to my window this late at night for that?”

He shrugs with a grin. “Maybe.”

You shake your head, smiling. “Well… of course I will.”

Benny’s face instantly lights up. “Really?”

“Really.” You say as he pulls you into a kiss.

Later that night, Benny sneaks back out your window.

**************************************************

Two days later… Benny knocked on the door, relaxed like he owned the place.

Scotty opened it before anyone else could. “Oh—hey Benny!”

Benny grinned. “Yo, Smalls. What’s up?”

Scotty stepped aside immediately, like this was the best thing that had ever happened. “You wanna play something? We got cards, or—uh—my room’s upstairs—”

Benny nodded like he was listening, but already halfway looking past him. “Yeah, yeah, maybe later.”

Scotty lit up. “Okay!”

Benny pointed casually toward the hallway. “I’m just gonna go in your sister’s room real quick.”

Scotty blinked. “Oh—uh—okay.”

And just like that, Benny disappeared down the hall.

Scotty waited. And waited.

At one point he even sat down, like this was normal. “He’s probably just talking or something…”

Time passed.

Eventually, Benny came back out, like nothing happened. “Alright, I gotta head out.”

Scotty stood up fast. “Oh! Wait—do you still wanna play cards?”

Benny shrugged, already at the door. “Next time, man.”

Door shuts.

Scotty slowly looked down the hallway. “…weird.”

**************************************************

The next day, you take Scotty to The Sandlot.

Ham notices you almost immediately. “HEY! It’s Benny’s girlfriend!”

Your face immediately heats up. “Shut up, Ham!”

Squints snickers. “Man, Benny is down bad.”

Scotty blinks, looking between everyone. “Benny’s what?”

Ham points at you like it’s obvious. “His girlfriend, genius.”

Scotty just stares for a second. “But… Benny’s my friend?”

The boys immediately burst out laughing.

Before anyone can explain, Benny cuts in quickly, cheeks pink. “Guys, can we play baseball now?”

He shoots you an embarrassed look before jogging onto the field.

**************************************************

The game finally starts winding down as the sun begins to set. One by one, the boys start grabbing their stuff.

Benny jogs over, slightly out of breath, baseball cap crooked on his head.

“You heading home?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Benny glances at the boys, then back at you like he’s pretending not to care that everyone’s right there. He leans down and gives you a quick kiss before stepping back like it was nothing.

“See you later,” he says with a grin before turning away.

Scotty freezes.

“…oh.”

He blinks once. Twice.

“OH.”

Ham immediately bursts out laughing. “NO WAY. You just figured it out?”

Squints points dramatically. “Dude, he literally went to her room every day!”

“And held hands,” Ham adds.

“And took her to get ice cream,” Yeah-Yeah says.

Scotty looks between all of them, completely stunned. “Wait… THAT’S why?”

Benny groans from across the lot. “Guys, seriously?”

Scotty looked between you and Benny, still trying to process everything.

“…so that’s why he kept going to your room.”

The boys burst out laughing again while your face burned red.

Benny groaned, shoving Ham lightly. “Can you guys leave me alone for five minutes?”

Scotty paused.

“Wait…”

He looked at Benny.

“Does this mean you weren’t coming over to hang out with me?”

Benny rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh… not really, man. Sorry.”

“He went over to makeout with your sister hahaha!” Yeah Yeah yells.

Benny hits his shoulder, “Be quiet, will you?”

“WAIT.”

You immediately know that tone. “Oh no.”

Scotty points accusingly. “You were letting him in your room?!”

Your face burns bright red. “Scotty!”

Ham absolutely loses it. “OH THIS JUST GOT GOOD.”

Scotty looks horrified. “And you guys were… making out?!”

Benny nearly chokes. “Okay, dude—”

“EW!” Scotty cuts him off, looking personally offended. “That is so gross!”

“You literally watched Squints kiss Wendy Peffercorn,” Ham reminds him.

“THAT WAS DIFFERENT!” Scotty says immediately. “That wasn’t my sister!”

The boys burst into laughter again. Even Benny starts laughing, despite how red his face is getting.

Scotty shakes his head dramatically, still disgusted. “I can’t believe this.”

He points at Benny.

“And I thought we were friends.”

Benny laughs and throws an arm over his shoulder. “We are friends, Smalls.”

Scotty narrows his eyes. “You’re still weird.”

You can’t help laughing as the three of you start walking home, the boys still yelling jokes from the Sandlot behind you.

Shoutout to my girl: @lovingmymans

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Funny How I’m Here - F1 Grid

Just A Pretty Face series - pt 3

Summary: Y/n has no interest in tolerating comments from men in other series and she lays it all out when it comes to speaking about her position as an F1 driver vs the comments of other series drivers.

Themes/warnings: Misogyny and sexism within F1, drivers acting out of usual character (for the sake of the plot)

Request from @holdthememories13 - I really like when the reader is also a driver! - didn't actually request this specifically but I figured why not kill two birds with one stone?

Word count: 2.8k

Another headline, this time multiple Indycar drivers piping up with how they believe y/n is not good enough for her seat and that she is "destroying F1 as a sport" making a mockery of it.

Y/n could probably see the media drooling for comment about it from her.

But y/n doesn't say a word. Feigning confusion over the mere question before shaking her head and shrugging at them with an innocent expression.

She's still on a bit of a strike using yes and no as her only answer and if they ask open questions then y/n just shrugs and smiles at them like she's got no idea what they're asking.

There's visible aggravation from the media as she continues to give them the cold shoulder and while the team isn't over joyed by her behaviour. They figure it's better than the alternative of her verbally abusing reporter.

"Hey, you look very nice." Susie smiles seeing y/n walk into the paddock alongside herself and Toto.

"Thank you, I treated myself with a new Chanel bag just because." Y/n smiles actually loving her boss's wife and always getting along with her.

The weekend goes on as usual with practices looking good for y/n.

Qualifying is where there's so much drama with 3 red flags and 4 drivers out, Liam and Lewis managing to tangle and crash out somehow. No doubt something for the stewards to decide someone is at fault.

Y/n is feeling especially drained and exhausted. Something about this weekend is wearing on her.

It's visible too, her eyes are a little more hollowed out and deepened. She still looks like the most beautiful woman there but there's something visible about her that shows she's not feeling great.

"She's sick." Dakota states making it straight forward and simple.

"Too sick to drive?" Toto asks making y/n scoff.

"No. I'll be in that car. It's fine-I'm fine." Y/n huffs since she really is feeling good enough to drive. It's a residual sickness from something she ate earlier in the week. "I'm not missing anything."

"Ok, what the boss says." Toto nods, after all he doesn't like the idea of y/n missing a session. She might be on a good run but even missing one session could mess that up.

Y/n sits down for her weekly meeting with the PR team, Toto sitting in on this one with Kimi there and they're fed the usual instructions. Y/n and Kimi end up moving to sit on the sofa just chatting afterwards and in a cute moment of almost sibling like behaviour, they asleep there.

The media team and a couple photographers capture the moment of y/n and Kimi sleep, y/n's head resting on the younger man's shoulder.

Admittedly, Kimi has become a rock of support for y/n and she tries to return the favour as best she can for him.

And when the photo breaks onto the internet, it unsurprisingly goes viral initially for cute reason and then come the rumours, y/n dating her 18 year old teammate.

Nothing can remain positive for y/n.

-

"Y/n, we saw comments form some drivers in other series about how you just don't deserve your seat in F1. Is there anything you would have to say about that?"

"Given that I'm in an F1 seat and they're not. I think it's a bit bold of them to even comment about me at all. Really, it's embarrassing for them. I'd be embarrassed to make a comment about someone else in a series I wish I was in. I mean I have no interest in Indycar and I know the drivers who made comment have a bit interest in F1...clearly they'd rather be in this series than the one they're in. Sounds like bitter jealousy to me." Y/n smiles then sucking in a breath and glancing at her PR manager who has given her the ok to finally say what she likes. "I can't really hold it against them. If I felt like a failure in comparison to a woman completely out my league, I'd probably be running my mouth to the media like a pathetic cowardly weak man."

The hungry eyes of the journalists already wanting to choose which quote for their headline makes y/n laugh.

"And what about you and Kimi?"

"You mean because we fell asleep in a public area of the Mercedes unit after a team meeting? I'm just going to let you know that these questions are even more boring than that meeting was-which is absolutely a reflection of how poor your journalism is. If common sense evades you then you really are in the wrong line of work. But just for the clarification, I'm single not creepy. Kimi is freshly legal and I see him as a little brother, sometimes he's even annoying. But there is no attraction or feelings between us that are more than platonic. But common sense would tell you that."

A couple more questions that y/n almost fakes a snore at from how dull and repetitive they are, before she's finally allowed to leave them and she really does get herself out of there.

By the time Friday rolls around, y/n still isn't completely recovered from her sickness but she's working through it.

"O-Ok, Dakota I can't breathe." Y/n chokes out gently pushing the fan from her face. She still has a bit of a fever and her trainer is focused on keeping her cool before she has to get boiled by the car on track.

"Sorry." Dakota mumbles and y/n can tell that that she must look bad because otherwise she wouldn't be so absently disregarding y/n's preference of not having the fan blasting air too hard in her face.

Admittedly her practices are somewhat effected and when she gets out the car for the second time coming out of FP2. She feels a little worse than she started the day.

"Hotel and rest. We will debrief the day tomorrow when you have slept." Dez instructs since he has no intention of seeing y/n be dazed and disassociate in the debrief because she's not well enough to pay attention. "Go. Toto has agreed it will do nothing to benefit anyone for you to stick around."

Y/n nods, not even bothering to argue.

Instead Dakota gets y/n back to her hotel, gives her some medication that she blindly takes; again no questions.

-

Saturday sees y/n perked up and more on form in FP3 and when qualifying rolls around it's almost like she was never sick.

Admittedly, she still doesn't feel 100% but significantly improved and that's all that matters. Quietly she has just got her head down and qualifying is going to see the pay off no matter what she has to do.

She will make up for yesterday which has been getting her bad mouthed only further.

"Alright Dezy bear, let's get Q1 done." Y/n states as she pulls out into the Miami pit lane.

Y/n has been uncertain about Miami as a general track and event in the year. Miami and Vegas both feel more like a show than a race, the stuff on track is the least of the interest for so many in attendance who are there to get pictures with the drivers or sitting in the cars, maybe a couple cool pictures of the cars and drivers actually on track.

Ultimately there's still pints to be earned and that's all y/n needs to concern herself about. She got the green light to stir the media pot before she got out on track which was her entertainment for the weekend.

"Let's do it, y/n." Dez replies while y/n rolls out of the pit onto the track.

Q1 is pretty much perfect from her first lap and they take the risk to not send her out for a second lap in hopes of saving some tyres. Thankfully y/n did put such a massive margin on the grid in that first lap with 7 tenths that even with others on another go around, they only narrow it down to 3 tenths.

"Y/n looks like she's putting another mega qualifying together." Crofty comments as they watch her in the garage between Q1 and Q2.

"Y/n has been unwell this weekend, she seemed to have perked up a bit in FP3 but she is clearly using the maximum she can pull out of the car to get that lap in."

"I do find it interesting that y/n commented earlier in the week about how other drivers from other series are saying she doesn't deserve the seat but she has her seat and she makes a good point by saying that she doesn't want to drive in their series and has no aspirations to yet they are almost stuck in their series with no one offering them a seat in F1. That was a very bold statement and she's giving us the performances to back up why Toto wanted her there. She has a much better bond with Kimi than George did which could be for any amount of reasons but they clearly want to help each other and they get along which is important." Jenson states having initially been on the fence about being so vocal to support y/n but much like Nico, he's decided to make sure people know that she is wanted in the sport.

And y/n follows up with another 1 lap flyer that gets her into Q3 while everyone else is still struggling to match her times.

"Do we think that y/n is setting out to prove people wrong?" Crofty asks as they watch y/n go out for Q3.

"I think y/n heard the way people have been talking about her from day 1 and she has proven them wrong time and time again. They'll always been people who can't handle a woman driving in F1. But she is absolutely one of the best rookies the sport has seen and she does care about what people say but only so she can either tellt hem exactly how low she see views them because of what they said or so she can show them how wrong they are, usually after telling them she thinks of them with little respect." Jenson agrees.

To absolutely no one's surprise on the broadcast, y/n takes pole like a breeze and she leads Kimi behind her with Mercedes also just looking generally all round strong.

"Y/n, how are you feeling? You were amazing out there." The interviewer states making y/n smile a little.

"Yeah, the car was on rails (I love when drivers say that). Mega effort from the team to catch me up after being a bit out of my element yesterday. But we have a Mercedes 1-2, which just shows that you should never underestimate myself or Kimi and what we can do when the machinery matches the drivers."

Y/n does exchange a hug with Kimi before moving to the team while he takes his spot for the interview. Her just wanting to chat with them rather than focus on anything else.

-

It's a surprise to no one when y/n keeps the lead off the line, maintains the lead and wins Miami. Y/n isn't even surprised in herself, despite the effort it took and Kimi was fighting her for the win. But she kept it and for some reason, it's not till she's on the podium that the emotions she'd fought off and put up a strong defence against hits her.

She tips her head back closing her eyes, letting out a breath, trying to force back the tears. Somehow she manages to keep herself together and it's not till she's finished the media and gets into her driver room with Dakota that the flood gates open and she just hugs her trainer and cries.

"I know, it's ok." Dakota soothes rubbing her back.

It's hard being strong, trying to bite back and making it seem like the negativity is something she only takes in her stride and even after the pay off of a win. Y/n is emotionally defeated. She has support but they can't and don't outweigh the people against her.

Dakota lets her cry as long as she needs which is longer than y/n expected. But once she's done, the stone face is back, she gets in the shower without another word and dressed herself up for her usual fashion exit since y/n has a reputation to upkeep and image is all part of it.

Y/n and Kimi are actually flying back with Toto and Susie on their jet so y/n won't have anyone around her that is making the unnecessary comments and degrading her since other drivers still don't approve of her, even if a couple are beginning to regret their words.

Lando and Oscar, possibly motivated by their PR team, admitted that y/n has been untouchable at times and they respect her performances and results. Though they looked pained to admit it.

Y/n has decided to go home home, like her parents house, in the short break before the next race and she just really wants to escape for a couple days.

"How are you feeling?" Susie asks having decided to sit with the young woman who bites her lip.

"I won. I feel great."

"You can be honest here, there's no walls listening."

"Was it this impossible for you?" Y/n whispers trying to keep her voice low to stop it from wobbling as more tears make her eyes gloss over.

"Well, I never made it to your position. But it was hard and there was comments-not ones quite as open and harsh, but it stung. Just remember they can't take away the legacy you can and will leave in this sport. As much as they try. They can't." Susie states earning a nod. "I was going to ask you, when you are done with your break and stay at home. Do you think you could help me with something?"

"Of course, anything." Y/n nods since she'd really do anything for this woman, she'd probably give Susie her seat if it was an option.

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

I Look At You & I See Forever - LN

Summary: Y/n and Lando just got married and they're spending they're first night as a married couple in a less traditional way.

Author's note: I been on a hockey fic streak. Sorry, the drama and honestly the toxic attitude from a lot of F1 fans recently has just idk, pushed me a little more towards hockey. Plus I'm lowkey scared of what the next few races are going to lead to. I want Lando to win and I'm scared Max will just storm the field and take his 5th (which would be great but I want to see a NEW champion). Anyway, I am trying to put those feelings aside and write some more F1 fics :D

Word count: 1.3k

The whole day had been a dream, a huge event in celebrating their love and officiating their union. Y/n couldn't think of a way that it could've been anymore perfect than what it was and Lando was just so happy to finally be a husband to y/n he wanted nothing more than to brag to every guest about it and he did.

They also drank quite a bit and when the last dance came and they finally ended their day going back to their hotel room and sighing as they find themselves in the set up honeymoon suite.

Y/n giggles drunkenly breaking the silence.

"Baby, I know sex is needed to consummate the marriage. But I want a bath and to cuddle and sleep." Y/n confesses and honestly, Lando is more than happy to agree to that.

The two are both a bit of a giggly mess as y/n picks up her dress and moves through the room with Lando picking up any stray skirt to avoid the candles the staff put out for them to lead to the bed. Clearly having different, more traditional plans, for the newly wed couple than what they'd doing.

"Lando, I need your help to get out if it." Y/n states after a couple minutes of watching him undress while she struggles just trying to reach the back of her dress. "Lando..."

"Alright, coming. I'm coming." Lando chuckles rushing to her and smiling as he looks at her and just takes the moment of her in her dress in. "Wait wait. I want one more picture of you. Just a picture for me."

Y/n looks at him rush to their bags, it being a funnier with him now only in his boxers. He pulls out his camera and the two end up having a whole mini photoshoot just for Lando's record.

"Lando...please. I want out." Y/n laughs making him toss his camera onto a chair and rush towards her.

"Sorry. You just...I want this day to never ever but...I also just want to enjoy having forever with you." Lando grins then leaning in to kiss her while y/n smiles.

Lando states to help y/n out of the dress, though he requires a bit of instruction and it takes them 15 minutes but eventually the dress slides down y/n's body exposing the underwear she has been wearing and Lando just about drops to his knees in awe of his wife.

"Come on. My body is begging for a bath." Y/n grins making Lando nod to follow her and y/n smiles as they find the bath is still steaming as they move into the bathroom and y/n holds Lando's hand as she steps into the warm water before he follows.

There's champagne waiting for them too and y/n is certain neither of them need it.

"Can I tell you something?" Lando asks as he pulls y/n forward to lie against him in the water.

"You can tell me anything, baby." Y/n whispers earning a lop-sided grin before he kisses her, needing the affection like he needs oxygen. Admittedly he gets a little lost in the kiss and almost forgets he wanted to say something. "Baby?"

"Sorry...I want to say...this is the only future I want. I don't want anything else. Just you. I only want you." Lando states the alcohol not making him best at giving his speech to really reiterate how deep his love runs. Then the emotions hit him. "When I saw you walk down that aisle....when I saw you-I couldn't think of anything else but us and how happy I am with you."

Y/n tilts her head blinking a couple times before she shifts up and kisses him then shifting to kiss the tears that have strayed from his eyes while he sniffles.

"Sometimes I don't know how someone can make me feel so much love." Lando admits feeling his emotions maybe overwhelm him a little.

"Lando." Y/n laughs beginning to shed her own tears. "You might not realise it but the love that I give you...I am constantly trying to match how much love you give to me."

Lando leans into her touch as she places with his hair and sighs.

"There is not going to be a day in our lives that can compete with today...maybe when we have kids. But even then it will be a different type of love that we feel that day."

"I'm going to make you feel as close to how you felt today for the rest of our lives and if there's anything beyond that, into that too." Lando promises earning a smile.

Eventually the intensity of their conversation mellows out a little and y/n shifts back to oppose him sipping more of the champagne.

"For the record, we had the coolest wedding. Everyone is gonna be talking about it-trying to make it as cool as ours." Y/n grins while Lando laughs a little.

"Given the amount of man hours you put into planning it all over the past year and a half." Lando jokes while y/n smiles then splashes him with water.

"You don't have to try and talk down just how involved you were, baby. You put more time and effort into planning this wedding with the than any other husband has with their wife in the whole history. And you did it while working and travelling and sometimes not even being able to be there in person but always being present for meetings."

"I wanted to make sure there was nothing that could go wrong and if it did then I knew what the back up plan was. Today was not a day for you to take on any stress if there was a hiccup." Lando shrugs watching y/n melt a little.

"You are just surreal." Y/n sighs dreamily since there really isn't a man on planet earth who would love her and treat her better than Lando does. "You're so perfect."

"No. I'm just...trying to make sure you are treated as you deserve." Lando tsks shaking his head at his new wife. "I was meant to ask...how does it feel Mrs Norris?"

"It feels like I married my soulmate, Mr Norris." Y/n states softly.

Eventually the two get out the bath and put ont he white Mr and Mrs matching robes.

"Are you hungry?" Lando asks noticing y/n pick up the room service menu.

"A little. I feel like I've eaten so much today already though. That buffet at the end was really testing how much give the dress had." Y/n jokes but Lando is already picking up the phone and moving towards her to look at the menu.

"What do you want baby? My wife is hungry so she's going to eat." Lando smiles earning a groan since y/n really got herself on a strict diet in the run up to the wedding and she was determined to try and keep off the weight and despite Lando not being a big eater, he is a bit of a feeder. "Pizza looks good?"

"Pizza does look good." Y/n agrees figuring that if there's one time she can cheat it's for her wedding night and she knows Lando wouldn't let her get away with picking up that menu for even a glance without making sure she was fed.

"I love pizza." Lando mumbles to himself before looking up wide eyed like he just got caught saying something he shouldn't say while y/n returns the expression with confusion. "But nothing completes with how much I love you, baby."

"Oh." Y/n laughs then shaking her head. "It's ok baby, I wasn't about to start an argument of whether you loved pizza more than me."

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

The First Brother To... - Luke Hughes

Summary: Ellen wasn't wrong that Luke would be the first brother to get married. But maybe she didn't realise just how quick he'd be about it.

Author's note: This fic is a bit of a journey in a series of events.

Word count: 3.5k

Luke saw her out on the ice for the first time. She was a fan, dressed in his jersey, in the front row. He didn't know at the time but she'd saved up for months to get a front row seat. Attended the game on her own because no friends or family had an interest.

She really never expected to catch Luke's attention but even just in the warm-up Luke tossed her a puck and he smile was reward enough.

Y/n was then waiting outside with a jersey to get signed. And whatever compels Luke to take the risk is purely out of impulse and he managed to find some paper to scribble his number down and hand it to her.

That was the start of something very beautiful between them and it was only 2 months ago.

"I can't believe you're doing this." Jack laughs as he walks into a jewellery shop.

"I don't have any doubts and mom said that if it feels right then I should just got for it."

"Mom said that because she loves y/n more than she loves any of her biological children." Jack states while Luke ignores him walking to the glass case as he tries to look for a ring that looks anything alike to the brief description y/n had once given him about her dream engagement ring. "And for the record, I don't think mom was talking about you proposing."

"She didn't say that."

"Probably didn't think she'd have to. The two of you met 2 months ago." Jack stresses not that he thinks there's any lack of reason beyond the short amount of time.

He has no doubt that Luke loves y/n and y/n, although she started as a fan, it's obvious that she truly loves Luke as a person not just as an athlete or a rich guy for her to use for famous and money. In fact she's tried to avoid any chance of people realising the relationship exists.

"Luke, are you sure about this?"

"Would I be here if I wasn't sure?"

So Jack stops trying to talk Luke down from acting impulsively in a much more committing move. Instead he helps Luke find the perfect ring and then after some discussions of how to make it more customised and unique for y/n.

It's going to be a few weeks before it's ready but Luke seems more certain than ever about his decision by the time they're done.

"You know I am happy for you." Jack states making Luke look at him and smile lightly.

"Thanks bro." Luke nods as they drive back to the apartment where y/n is already waiting on Luke's request since he wanted her to be there and completely cut out any risk of her catching them at the store by just being somewhere that he doesn't expect her to be.

Y/n is lying on the sofa when Luke and Jack return and before she can get up to greet them she hears thuds and Luke's oversized body lands on her, knocking the air out her lungs.

"Good idea bro, crush her then she can never escape." Jack jokes as he seats himself in the seat with no room left on the sofa.

"Hi, Jack." Y/n mumbles, voice muffled and the only evidence she's even there being her hand unwedged from under Luke as she waves and the few stray strands of hair lying on the sofa.

"Hey, y/n." Jack smiles suddenly feeling so superior because he knows something y/n doesn't. Something big.

"What were you guys doing?" Y/n asks making Luke sigh.

"Media day. It was long." Luke lies casually as he rolls so y/n is actually on top of him and he sighs gently tucking his hand under her top and rubbing her back. "How was your day?"

"It was good. Kind of boring." Y/n smiles tiredly clearly being lulled to sleep from Luke's touch. "You're going to send me to sleep."

"Then you probably need to sleep, baby. You can sleep." Luke assures her as he doesn't let up on rubbing her back.

-

When the ring was finally ready, there wasn't an ounce of nervousness in Luke's system. Instead he's more certain than ever that he needs to propose to her.

But Luke knows there's one hurdle he wants to tackle as a matter of respect.

So he calls y/n's parents.

"Hello?" Y/m/n greets clearly very confused as to why her daughter's boyfriend is calling her.

"Hi, Mrs y/l/n." Luke states finally feeling the first bit of nerves purely out the fear of rejection. "Is Mr y/l/n there too? I would like to ask you both something."

"Hi, Luke." Y/d/n greets almost instantly appearing in the frame since it is a video call.

"Hi, Mr y/l/n."

"Are you about to ask to marry y/n?" Y/d/n asks never being one for feigning ignorance.

"I-uh-Yes. I wanted your blessing."

"You going to take care of her and love her?"

"Yes."

"Then my blessing is given. Y/n has already told us how happy she is."

"Well as her mother, I also give my blessing. I'd argue more importantly." Y/m/n states looking at her husband with a stern expression while Luke smiles.

"I was hoping for both blessing."

"Will we be invited for the proposal or would you prefer to ask without an audience?" Y/m/n asks softly giving away where y/n's nature of her personality comes from.

"I was hoping to do it with just us. Maybe Jack would be there for some photos but I'm still ironing out the details. I just want to make sure I ask."

"I'm sure you would've ignored us and asked anyway if we said no. But we appreciate the respect." Y/d/n states making Luke smile a lightly more nervously before clearing his throat and promising to let them know on the day to expect the news.

Luke doesn't want to be cocky but he is pretty confident that y/n will say yes. There's few reason for her to say no beyond the short lived length of their relationship so far, but for some reason he feels like she wouldn't care anymore about than then he would or even her parents would.

-

Luke tackled telling his own parents who were over the moon about it, especially Ellen who gave a loud "I told you so" when she realised she was right about him getting married first. And then it just came down to asking y/n; aka the most important to person.

In the end Luke decided he wanted to do it in one of the only ways he could feel most confident. Doing it on the ice rink and since y/n has been begging him to take her out for a skate even if only on the practice rink, he figured this would be the perfect opportunity.

He didn't hold back making sure she was dressed in a way that would be acceptable for any photos taken and he got her customised skates.

"I'm so excited." Y/n beams as Luke helps her get the skates on. "I'm gonna fall on my ass. But I'm so excited."

"I won't let you fall." Luke laughs shaking his head while y/n just leans down from the bench and kisses him.

"I know. But I might drag you down with me."

"Good luck with that."

Y/n only continues to grin at him clearly beyond excited to get a chance at trying to skate. It wouldn't be her first time ice skating but it's been a long time since she last tried and admittedly she wasn't very good the last time.

"Ok, you ready?"

"Yes."

Luke feels his chest jump just hearing her say yes knowing the next time it will be to a question that he's been biting his tongue from asking on impulse. He's really been patient in his own opinion, but even that has been too long a wait.

Since he made his decision to buy the ring, it's been over a month and he's just been waiting and waiting for the time to ask.

"Ah." Y/n gasp as she steps on the ice and immediately slips forward nearly crashing into Luke who had wisely decided to step on backwards so he could help y/n on. His hands manage to shift and grip her managing to grip her and pull her back up.

"I got you." Luke smiles skating backwards while y/n looks at their feet.

"You make it look easy."

"I don't remember a time in my life where I couldn't skate. But I promise when I first got on skates I was not upright most of the time-and I fall all the time."

They skate around for a bit since Luke doesn't want to get her on the ice and then throw the question on her, y/n is genuinely excited to be skating with him and he wants to make sure she enjoys that part first.

"I didn't realise taking you skating would make you so happy." Luke laughs making her grin as he spins them around.

Eventually he decides that he really can't wait any longer.

He stops spinning them and instead letting go over y/n's hand to finally stops them in the middle of the ice. Y/n is breathless from the more physical aspect of skating that she maybe wasn't ready for.

"I understand why you love this so much."

"Yeah, but not as much as I love you." Luke smiles then sucking in a breath. "Which is why I brought you here. Because I wanted to bring you somewhere special and make sure that it was private. So I can ask you something."

Luke slowly gets down on one knee while y/n watches clearly very shocked and very obviously not having been expected this even if her parents did. The ring is sitting glimmering in the open box now in his hand as she looks between him and it with her jaw actually dropped.

"I know it's moving quickly, I know it's soon and I know anyone else might expect tell me to get back up and stop." Luke states actually giving y/n the opportunity to say exactly that but instead she remains silent. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes. I absolutely will. I love you." Y/n beams before almost losing her footing as she tries to lean forward. "Ok you might need to stand up."

Luke laughs as he pulls her closer and manages to get the ring out placing it on her hands before moving forward scooping her off her feet and spinning her around this time letting her legs swing out as she manages to catch him in a kiss.

"We are going to be the most elite of fiancé's." Y/n beams while Luke laughs then sighing. "How many times did Jack try to talk you out of it?"

"Once or twice just to make sure I was certain. Quinn gave me a lecture about making sure I was doing the right thing. My parents love you so it didn't take them much convincing. I got your parents blessing a week ago. I wanted everyone who needed to know to know." Luke explains then finally placing y/n back on her feet and looking around to find Jack had managed to recruit a few other teammates into helping capture the moment on the sly. "Alright guys, you can come out now."

Jack, Nico, Timo, Mercer and Jesper all step out with cameras or phones the group grinning as their young defenseman gets the girl.

They all get out on the ice congratulating them.

"Are you crying?" Luke laughs seeing Jack's eyes watery and blood shot.

"No. It's not my engagement." Jack scoffs while y/n and Luke both grab him in a hug.

"It's ok, Jack. We wouldn't be what we are without our third wheel." Y/n jokes while Jack rolls his eyes.

-

In truth, Luke didn't want to spend much time engaged, as much as he'd put the effort in. He wanted marriage, he wanted y/n to be his wife and he wanted her.

So the wedding planning became of a bit of a full time job for y/n and when Luke wasn't focused on hockey, he was there helping her too. Even Jack had been pulled in sometimes when Luke was busy and he was free. Which was rare but still happen.

But eventually, after only another 2 months of being engaged. Y/n and Luke are seeing each other one last time before the wedding.

"I think as far as rehearsal dinners go. That was pretty good-not that I'm so experienced with them that I really have a place to comment." Y/n smiles as herself and Luke stand in the hotel foyer.

"I just can't wait to marry you." Luke states making y/n laugh a little.

"I know...6 months ago, I was just a fan saving up for a ticket." Y/n smiles while Luke melts a little bit.

There's probably not another person on planet earth who would find knowing each other for less than 6 months and suddenly getting married as anything other than a red flag that desperately needs escaped. But Luke knew and y/n while being a fan, didn't realise till they properly met just how much she could love a man till that point.

If it hadn't have happened quickly, it would've happened later. It all would've happened later. They were just an inevitable for each other.

"I'm glad you did. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life repaying you for that. Starting tomorrow and ending never."

Y/n smiles before her sister calls for her.

"You go, before I have Jack and Quinn chasing me down too." Luke smiles leaning down and kissing her. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

And then they part, each going about their nights prepping for their wedding.

-

"Oh-Oh honey you look so beautiful." Y/m/n states with a trembling lip as tears well up.

Y/s/n immediately begins wafting y/n's face at the slight tears glossing her eyes. The bride cannot ruin her make up.

"Dad?" Y/n smiles and the man is immediately softened, tears already trailing down his cheeks. "Dad..."

"I knew this day was coming." Y/d/n sighs shaking his head. "Are you sure you want to marry him? I don't know if any man is worthy of you. I can go revoke my blessing."

"He's all I want. So you're not doing that." Y/n laughs then sighing. "Today is going to be perfect."

"Of course it will." Y/s/n states being the perfect maid of honour to her younger sister.

"Alright, everyone's ready." The wedding planner states knocking on the door.

Y/n's mom is the only one to leave with her dad walking her down the aisle and her sister walking ahead of her.

Meanwhile Luke is stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for her. Jack and Quinn with a couple other friends lined up behind him as the best men and groomsmen.

In the end he couldn't choose between his brothers and y/n was more than happy for the two brothers to take on the role and split it.

The music starts, the string quartet playing a rendition of Can't Help Falling In Love, the guests stand up and then the bridesmaids walk in. But Luke's eyes remain on the door before he sees her silhouette, her dad stood beside her, arm holding hers.

He doesn't even realising he's crying till she's half way up the aisle and Quinn pats his shoulder in comfort.

When y/n gets finally gets to the front. Luke quickly wipes his eyes, not really wanting the tear marks in any photos since they have multiple photographers and videographers for this moment.

He watches y/n smile at her dad and mouth a thank you to him before they both step up and y/d/n gives Luke one final warning.

"I'm trusting you."

Y/n laughs little as she hands her bouquet off to her sister and steps him, Luke taking hold of her hands immediately just needing to touch her.

"Last night was awful." Luke whispers watching her smile grow impossibly bigger.

"Good. It better always feel like that when I'm not there."

The two move apart from leaning in to talk to each other and look at the officiant.

"Are you ready?"

"We're ready." Y/n nods squeezing Luke's hands.

Y/n and Luke both find it hard to focus on anything but each other. But eventually they've repeated the words as instructed, they've exchanged their wedding bands and then finally they were married and the kiss is exchanged with the room exploding into cheers and encouragement.

"Is it bad I want to get out of here?" Luke asks making y/n laugh before she kisses his cheek.

"I did not kill myself planning this wedding to leave early." Y/n grins then linking their hands. "But the faster we get through this, the faster I can feel the day was done to the fullest and we can go be in wedded bliss."

Despite them both wanting to indulge in each other's company alone, they do embrace the party and maybe get a little carried away on champagne. There's a lot of dancing and despite also eating significant amounts of food and y/n even taking a break to change into her evening dress which at a short length seemed to make Luke struggle to keep his hands to himself.

"I feel like this is not how they imagined the end of their night." Quinn comments as himself, Jack and y/s/n all look at the passed out couple in their honeymoon suite bed at the end of the night.

"Come on, they have buckets. I'm sure they'll wake up at some point and realise they slept through their wedding night." Y/s/n states earning grunts of agreement.

The siblings exit leaving the new husband and wife to sleep off their wedding day.

By the time morning rolls around y/n is sick and Luke feels like he can't stand up without swaying in the most hazardous way.

"Did someone spike us?" Y/n groans as she watches Luke crawl into the bathroom to try and aid her. But she can't help but laugh. "Are you ok?"

"I didn't know being married would start like this." Luke groans while y/n giggles while she leans against the wall and he reaches her lying down on the floor and resting his head in her lap. "Maybe we drank too much."

"Maybe we did." Y/n hums earning a small nod as she plays with his curls. "But I couldn't be happier than this. We're...married."

Luke immediately smiles up at her and kisses her leg.

"We're going to have the best lives together." Luke declares softly while y/n agrees immediately. "We already had the best relationship and engagement."

"That's true."

"I love you so much." Luke whisper then slowly sitting up.

"I love you too. We should clean up and get something to eat because I'm starving and feel disgusting." Y/n states as Luke stands up and pulls y/n to her feet though she just immediately hug him.

-

Despite Luke's wedding being a team event with so many of the devils players invited and obvious both sides of the family. The wedding had still been kept from public knowledge which is sort of how they wanted to keep it.

It's not that they don't want the public to know ever, but keeping it from them feels better for them and they're happier with how it is.

The only downside to the rush of their marriage is they beat the end of the hockey season. So y/n and Luke are waiting to go on their honeymoon and still trying to decide if they have the heart to move out of Jack's place which he insists he wants them to stay.

For now they'll stick around but at some point Luke knows they'll have to get their own place and y/n insists she doesn't mind because honestly sh really doesn't. The apartment is big enough for Luke and y/n to have undisturbed peace and small enough to have a nice roommate dynamic with Jack.

"You really started to use this new hate of roadies to win us games." Jack comments jokingly as they return from 3 away games of which Luke was such a crucial player that he was a star of every game and credited by the coach as the reason they managed the winning streak. "So we'll never be inviting y/n to any away games."

Luke scoffs shaking his head and smiling at he unlocks the apartment door.

"Night, bro. See you tomorrow." Luke states earning a nod as he disappears into his bedroom where y/n is already curled up, long since having gone to sleep since they arrived back in Jersey pretty late in the night due to a delay for take off thanks to the weather.

Luke undresses and climbs into the bed, wrapping his long limbs around his wife and sighing as he feels her stir just enough to sense that it's him and shuffle back into him.

"I missed you." Y/n whispers definitely still half asleep.

"I missed you too, baby." Luke whispers back then kissing her neck just happy to be home and finally getting some proper sleep.

[peachyangel71]

Betrayed Pt. 1 (Adam Banks x Charlie’s sister!Reader)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: sibling conflict, mild flirting, yelling, family argument

Summary: You and Adam catch feelings but when Charlie puts a stop to it, what will happen?

Being Charlie Conway’s little sister came with a lot of rules—one of them being not dating anyone on his team. You were sitting with Connie and Julie, gossiping and laughing together. Everything was going well until Julie asks, “Sooo who do you think is cute?”

You blush instantly, “Um… no one?”

Connie laughs, “Sure and I'm not dating Guy, be serious who do you like, girl?”

You sigh, “Promise not to tell my brother?”

Julie and Connie nod, eagerly leaning in.

You whisper, “Adam.”

Connie and Julie gasp and cover their mouths.

“Charlie's best friend!?”

You shush them, “Shhh, Charlie might hear you!”

Connie smirks as Coach Orion blows the whistle, signaling the start of practice. You say your goodbyes as you sit and start your homework. You're not part of the team; you just come to practices to talk to the girls, watch Charlie, and maybe someone else.

As the practice goes on, you can't help but stare at Adam instead of doing your homework. Connie notices and smirks, nudging him. “Look at your little admirer staring at you.”

Adam blushes and looks down at the floor, making sure Charlie doesn’t see him noticing you.

Adam tries to focus on his drills, but his eyes keep drifting toward you. When you glance up from your notebook, he smirks and gives you a quick wink before turning back.

You giggle and blush a bit.

Charlie glances toward the stands, catching his sister laughing at something Adam did. His jaw tightens. He’s always been protective, and seeing the way she leans forward, eyes locked on Adam, makes his stomach twist.

He starts to notice the little things—how he looks up toward you after a pass, or how you grin when he nails a shot. Charlie tells himself it’s nothing, but the warning bell in his head keeps ringing louder.

By the end of practice, Adam’s subtle flirting—small smiles, lingering looks—pushes Charlie’s patience to the edge. During a drill, Charlie skates up to Adam and gives him a sharp check against the boards, making sure everyone sees it. Leaning in close, his voice low and sharp:

“That’s my little sister, Banks. Keep it in check.”

Adam skates next to Charlie, “My bad, man. Didn’t mean anything by it.”

Charlie shakes his head, “Yeah. Just don’t let me see it again.”

Adam nods, as Coach Orion blows the whistle, “Practice is over, go to the locker room and get home.”

You start putting your homework away, and you stand up and walk to the locker room to see Charlie. You run into Adam and smile, but he just looks down and walks past you, leaving you confused.

Charlie emerged from the locker room in sweats and a shirt. He quickly grabs your arm and whispers, “Sie, what the hell was that with you and Banks?”

You shake your head, “It doesn't matter Charlie, I know I know I can't date anyone on the team!”

Charlie says, “Good, now let’s go home.” You nod and walk next to Charlie on the way home.

Charlie asks, “Did you finish your homework or were you too busy eye-fucking Adam?”

“I did not do that!” You exclaim

Charlie rolls his eyes, “Yeah right, you were practically undressing him with your eyes.”

You scoff and start walking faster ahead of him.

Charlie scoffs, “Oh come on, Sie, you’re being a dramatic little girl.”

You stamp your feet, “I’m not a dramatic little girl, you bully!”

Charlie gives you a look that practically screams, “Really?”

Defeatedly you say, “Whatever I’m telling mom!”

Charlie mutters, “Such a baby…”

You and Charlie walk into the house, yelling and arguing. Your mom who is cooking dinner, hears the commotion.

Mom says, “Kids, what’s wrong?”

“She’s being dramatic because I told her she needs to stop eye-fucking Banks and do her homework.”

Mom sighs, “Charlie, language!”

Charlie rolls his eyes.

“Charlie, go to your room!” Your mom exclaims.

Charlie mutters, “whatever”, and walks to his room.

Your mom sits down, “Honey, did you really not finish your homework because you were staring at Adam?”

You fiddle with your hands, “I got most of it done!”

Your mom sighs, “That’s not all of it.”

“It’s not due until next week and I only have two questions left!”

Your mom shakes her head, “Be finished before dinner, okay hon?”

You nod.

You work on your homework as your mom starts cooking dinner.

As you work on your homework, your mind can't stop replaying how Adam just ignored you completely when you smiled at him.

Your mom’s voice snaps you out of your daydreaming, “Sie, focus!”

“Yeah sorry, Mom.”

You finally finish your homework as dinner is finished. Your mom calls Charlie down to eat and you all take your seats.

Charlie glares at you across the table. “I think Sie shouldn’t come to my practices anymore.” He takes a deliberate bite of his food, like he’s already won

“What!? How will I gossip with Connie and Julie!” you exclaim, nearly spilling your drink.

Charlie shrugs. “Not my problem. I have to get you away from Adam.”

You glance at your mom, “You can’t let him do that!”

She sighs, rubbing her temples. “Charlie, let your sister come to your practices.”

Charlie rolls his eyes, “She can't date my teammates!”

“Why not?! Why do you make up random rules?” you fire back, crossing your arms.

Charlie stands abruptly, “Because I'm your older brother, I know what's best for you.

You rise to meet him eye-to-eye. “What the hell?! I can control myself! I don’t need you!”

The two of you storm off in opposite directions—him to his room, you to yours. Your mom just sighs and returns to her dinner.

You slam your door so hard the frame rattles. Charlie yells, “Don’t slam your door again!”

You scoff and yell back, “What are you gonna do about it!”

Charlie walks into your room. His eyes narrow, his jaw tight. “You think that’s funny?” His voice is low, sharp, and full of warning. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again.”

He glares at you for a long beat, letting the words sink in, before storming off to his room, leaving the tension heavy in the air.

The next day at practice, you're sitting with Connie and Julie again.

Connie says, “Look it’s your loverboy” as she points to Adam.

You shake your head, “Stop Connie, it's not gonna happen, Charlie got to him.”

Connie and Julie share a look of sadness for you.

Julie hugs you, “Oh Sie Sie it's okay.”

They go do their drills when Coach Oreion blows his whistle.

Today, you don’t have any homework, so you focus fully on the ice. But no matter how hard you try, Adam won’t look your way, wink, or do anything at all to tease you. It’s like you're suddenly invisible, and it makes your chest tighten in frustration.

You glance up from the stands, scanning the ice. Adam keeps his head down, skating through drills with his usual precision, but every so often, you catch him glancing at the boards where you’re sitting. The fleeting looks make your heart race, but he quickly looks away before Charlie can see.

Connie leans over, whispering, “Wow, he’s really keeping his distance.”

You groan, “Yeah, it’s… kind of killing me.”

Julie smirks. “Patience, Sie Sie. He’s not allowed to flirt around here. Think of it as a challenge.”

You bite your lip, watching him from afar. He’s close enough to tease, close enough to make your stomach flip, but too far to actually do anything. It’s frustrating, maddening even.

By the end of practice, you’re both fidgety—Adam wanting to talk to you, you wishing he would—but the rule is in place, and it feels like the tension is building with every pass, every look he almost gives you.

Charlie grabs his bag and starts heading out of the locker room. You fall in step beside him, your thoughts still half on Adam.

Charlie’s tone is sharp. “Sie… seriously. Keep your distance from him. You know better.”

You glance at him, frowning. “Why can’t I? What’s wrong with him? I can take care of myself—and him.”

Charlie freezes mid-step, jaw tightening. “It’s not about you, it’s about him. He’s my best friend. And I don’t want him messing with my little sister.”

You bite your lip, frustration rising. “I’m not a little kid, Charlie. I can handle him.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know you think that… but I don’t trust him around you like that.”

You frown, and for a moment, the walk home feels heavier than it should. The tension isn’t just about Charlie’s protectiveness—it’s about the secret pull you feel toward Adam, and the way it seems like no one can see it coming.

Later, that night you go to your phonebook and find Adam’s house number. You grab your landline and dial it, hoping that he’ll pick it up.

“Banks residence. Mrs Banks speaking, how can I help you?”

You say, “Hi ma’am, I’m Adam’s friend, I was wondering if I could talk to him?”

Mrs Banks says warmly, “Of course, ADAM, YOUR FRIEND IS ON THE PHONE.”

Adam grabs the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey Adam”

Adam’s eyes widen, “You can’t call me! Charlie will kill me!”

You roll your eyes, “Who says Charlie is gonna know?”

Adam sighs “Yeah yeah true. What do you need?”

You say, “One thing my brother says and you just drop me like that?”

Adam scoffs, “Come on, Sie. You know it’s not like that. Your brother is my best friend, I can’t just betray him like that to please you.”

You roll your eyes, “Now we’re scoffing? What is your deal, Adam? Why are you doing everything my brother says like a helpless puppy!?”

“He was the first to accept me on the team! He's my best friend and I'm not gonna go behind him!” Adam says annoyed. “Bye, Adam.” Click.

[prettyfairypr1ncess]

Dear everypony, I am getting a bearded dragon soon and I’m going to explode with excitement thank you