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formulawonu · 3 years

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Can I have a Lance imagine were it’s like a enemies to lovers situation were I work for Aston Martin as like his assistant and him and I don’t get along at all we always bicker and tease other when I have to go over his schedule in his driver room we get into one of our heated arguments as we subconsciously get closer and we kiss and it gets a little heated. Thanks!

omg hi sorry this took a while! here it is, hope you like it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

listen / lance stroll

(gif is not mine!)

warnings: kissing? kinda steamy. bickering and teasing

a/n: was fun writing this one haha i love writing tropes/prompts like this!!!! i'm always open to requests x

Working for an F1 team has always been your dream. You’ve always admired how much work and efficiency is needed in getting the results each team aims for so when you were given the chance to be part of something that special, you jumped and took it immediately. It was obviously also a plus that you’d gotten offered to work for Aston Martin since it meant helping out a team that was rebuilding. You’d be lying, however, if you said that everything about your dream job was perfect. Great environment? Check. Opportunity to travel? Check. Making enough money? Check. Great drivers? Debatable.

The job offered to you was to be the personal assistant of one of the drivers, Lance Stroll. You were really excited when you heard you would be working that closely with him since that meant you’d also get to be closer to the action and learning all about the inside-outs of racing. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for the both of you to start off on the wrong foot which then spiraled into him being literally the only person you did not get along with in the team and vice-versa.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.” Your cheeks are heating up and you stare at the large coffee stain now covering what once was a clean green Aston Martin shirt. You look up and make eye contact with the guy you’re supposed to be working for now. Just your luck. This was not how you wanted to meet Lance Stroll on your first day. The person behind the hospitality counter hands you tissue and you’re about to hand it to him but he snatches it out of your hands, a scowl on his face. “I’m supposed to be going to the media pen. You’ve obviously ruined that now. Do you even know what you’re doing?” You reel back a bit, kind of shocked at how sharp Lance’s words are. He doesn’t even glance at you as he walks away, shaking his head. He makes his way upstairs, presumably to ask someone for a new shirt instead of going to the media pen. Maybe he was just having a rough day. How was he going to react when he found out you were going to be his new assistant?

“No way. This is a joke.” Nope. He isn’t having a rough day. He’s just being a total jackass. You try your best to act professionally as Lance comes into the room. “She can’t be my assistant. She literally caused me to be late to my schedule for the day. I need someone competent.” You furrow your eyebrows, starting to get frustrated with the guy in front of you. Sure, you had messed up. It was an accident and after asking around, Lance had actually made it just in time to the media pen earlier that day. You had apologized too. “Look, I’m sorry that my coffee had spilled on your shirt but that isn’t a basis for how I work. My competency does not depend on whether you were standing too close to me.” You shoot back. Lance has an incredulous look on his face, glancing at his dad who is watching all of this unfold. You probably shouldn’t have said that last part but you were not going to let someone put all the blame on you. Lawrence Stroll, your boss, just looks on and is clearly amused at what’s happening.

Lance continues looking at his dad, trying to convey how displeased he is with the decision made. “Lance, Y/N’s track record and experience is actually very impressive. I think she’ll be very good for you. You both just started off on the wrong foot. You both have a lot to learn from each other.” You flash a smile at Lawrence then look at Lance, who is still not smiling. You don’t like the guy but if this is what you have to put up with to continue doing your dream job, you can be damn sure you’d be professional.

“You don’t have to like me but we are going to be working closely together so I’d suggest sucking it up. Let’s try this again. I’m Y/N.” You say, reaching a hand out. Lance glances at your hand and grimaces. He shakes it once then puts it down, not bothering to introduce himself. He storms out of the room immediately after. You were beginning to resent the job you so desperately wanted.

“Lance, whatever it is you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work with me.” Lance cocks an eyebrow up at you, clearly amused and suddenly turning whatever you’ve said into a challenge. A couple of months after you both started working together, you both had fallen into a routine of your own. The both of you bickered incessantly and never bothered getting to know each other. It was always you giving Lance a rundown of his schedule, prepping him when necessary and Lance shooting back a snarky remark or pretending to ignore whatever you said. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” “You’re trying to be an idiot again.” Lance rolls his eyes at you from the couch. You were currently going through his schedule for the day at his driver’s room but he just wasn’t listening to you. Every time you’d glance up from your clipboard, Lance was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention.

“I’m serious. You messed up the press conference last week by talking about something the team was not ready to share yet. I specifically told you not to and you did anyway because you weren’t listening to me.” “Well, do a better job at making me listen then.” He says, finally glancing at you. You let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t think you were the type to need to be babied,” You taunt, making your way to the couch. “Do you need this actually shoved in your face for you to listen? Is that the pace we’re going for?” You place the clipboard directly in his line of vision, on top of his phone. You glance at his face, now way closer to you than it had been a couple of seconds ago. Only a couple of inches separate you both. Lance looks at the clipboard then at you, clearly unamused.

“Are you saying I’m slow?”

“You said that, not me.”

“Ridiculous.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

The exchange between you two has you both glaring at each other, getting closer to one another’s faces. There’s a tiny glint in his eyes, almost as if he’s amused by what’s happening. You can imagine you have the same one. “You’re actually impossible.” He says, still looking straight into your eyes. You pretend to squint, inching just a bit closer to Lance’s face. “Would you look at that? It’s like looking into a mirror.” You don’t realize how close you two actually are until Lance breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up to your eyes. The mood in the room has suddenly shifted, everything feeling a bit too hot for your liking. The position you’re in isn’t helping at all either. For some reason, you’ve found yourself beside Lance, your sides touching. Lance’s arm is draped on the part of the couch behind you and your arm is still on top of your clipboard, which is on top of his lap. Your faces are so near each other, closer than they’ve ever been before. You know you’re treading dangerous territory but for some reason you want to play with the situation a little longer.

“Do I need to get this close to get you to listen?” You whisper, glancing at his lips then back up to his eyes. Lance is clearly stuck in the moment too, trying to process what’s going on. The glint is back in his eyes. “I don’t think that’s close enough.” He whispers back. You inch just a bit closer, still not allowing yourself to connect your lips to his. You want him to make the move. You know this is another game you both are playing. “How about now?” He just shakes his head. You move in even closer, close enough that you can feel his breath fan your face. Lance rolls his eyes, obviously frustrated and decides to take matters into his own hands. One second you’re watching him in amusement, the next your hands are in his hair.

Lance crashes his lips onto yours, his arms quickly moving from the sides of the couch to your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair as you kiss him back with just as much intensity. There was no way you were actually doing this right now. What were you doing making out with Lance? What if someone entered? What if someone heard you both? These thoughts quickly exit your mind as Lance pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He pulls away then starts trailing kisses down your neck. “You’re so hot when you’re angry.” He says in between kisses. “You make me angry.” You retort. You try to push your bodies closer together, feeling his excitement rub against your thighs. He groans. “You’re actually crazy.” He says before connecting his lips to yours once more. You both continue making out for quite some time until you feel your watch buzz with an alarm. Media pen. Lance needs to be in the media pen. You pull away and plant kisses in the sensitive spot near his ear. “You,” you start. “Need,” you kiss his jaw. “To go,” you kiss his cheek. “To the media pen.” You plant one last kiss on his lips then get off of him.

Lance looks exasperated on the couch as you smile down at him. “Are you being serious right now?” He asks. You nod your head, still flushed from what just happened. “Dead serious. Come on, off you go.” Lance shakes his head as he gets up, trying to process what’s just happened. You needed to process it too. You take a quick look at him to see if he looks presentable. You reach the bottom half of his body and blush. You make your way out to the door. “I’ll let you fix yourself up and meet you outside. You have five minutes.”

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bbyhaji · 6 years

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✒ rivalry⧸ jaemin [nct]

genre: angst to fluff? [high school!au, enemies to lovers!au]

warnings: none

words: 2.8K

It was a hundred year rivalry, according to some people. The school’s Dance Club and Drama Club would always go head to head on who could outperform and outsell the other. The tension between the president’s of each club was so thick, a knife would be needed to cut it.

Unfortunately, this was the 100th year anniversary of the school and the majority of the student body had voted for a joint performance between the two clubs. It would be against protocol to reject the idea.

Y/N was displeased by the idea of having a joint performance, unable to ‘prove her worth’ as the club’s president. Not that her rival felt any better about it. The two had never liked each other from the start, always boasting how they could better than the other.

Y/N trudged to the school’s conference room which had been so graciously lent by the student council. As soon as she walked in, she made eye contact with Na Jaemin, the Dance Club president. She sighed, annoyed with the fact that she would have to spend another two hours in the claustrophobic room with him.

“What do you want to do? My members thought it would be a good idea to do a tragedy.” Y/N heaved, waiting for a reply from Jaemin.

“Well, we wanted to do something along the lines of a comedy.” Jaemin insisted, “It would be better than a tragedy when you take into account that we are performing for the schools 100th anniversary.”

Over the few hours, Y/N and Jaemin had agreed on a romcom, which wouldn’t be too lighthearted for the event nor would it be too heavy on the tragedy. They had drafted out the outline of the script and how many dance pieces there would be.

“You will be choreographing the dances, right? We’ll get the script done by next week, so that your side can work on the dance.” Y/N explained, “By the way, some of your dancers will have to act. And obviously, the actors will have to be apart of the dance numbers — especially if they have a lead role.”

Jaemin looked at her scrutinisingly, “We have to teach your actors how to dance? Have you finally lost it?” Y/N put her hands up in surrender, “The teachers wanted it. Not me,” Her shoulders sagged and she handed him her phone, “Here, add yourself to my contacts. I will create a group chat with our script writer, director — yours truly — and costume manager along with the production manager.”

“You don’t need to make up excuses if you wanted my number. Just say so,” He winked. Y/N scoffed, “You’ve lost it. Please. I’d never.” She stood up suddenly, “We have like five minutes left and we’re done here. Grab your stuff so that I can lock this room and pass the keys to Areum.” He nodded and grabbed his stuff, heading out of the student council room. Y/N locked up the room and waved Jaemin a goodbye, heading home.

Y/N slammed her head on her locker, annoyed with the school’s administration team. “What’s wrong now?” Areum asked. It had been around three months from the first meeting Y/N and Jaemin had.

“I swear this production is just getting from bad to worse,” She sighed, “First, we have a budget cut by half the amount! How the hell are we supposed to afford props and and costumes now? And then, I’m being told that the date for the performance has been moved forward by two week! Two freaking weeks! Around 20 hours of practice time lost! And not to forget who I have to work with.”

Areum just patted her back in consolation, “Have you told him about this, though?” Her shoulders drooped even more than humanely possible, “Another problem to add to my list,” Y/N grabbed Areum’s wrist and dragged her to Jeno’s locker, where Jaemin currently was.

“Have you finally arrived to announce your undying love for me?” Jaemin joked, but then he notices her flushed face — knowing to tread lightly.

She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the side of the hallway. “No, what I have come to announce is that we have a budget cut by half the amount and the performance has been moved two weeks forward.” Y/N muttered, a headache evolving. Jaemin’s bright smile dropped into a scowl, “What?”

“Yeah,” She massaged her forehead, “Do you want to increase practice by an hour?” “Well, okay, I guess? But my dancers are complaining that the hours are too long now even, so I doubt they’d be okay with an extra hour,” He explained.

She sighed, “Tell them of our predicament and I’m sure they will think twice,” He nodded and began to walk away but suddenly an idea came to her, “Wait! Why don’t we use the rivalry to our advantage? I’m sure your dancers aren’t very happy to share the stage with us, right? So you can tell them that we challenged them to see who can stay longer? If they’re petty enough, it should work. I’ll tell my members the same.”

“Good idea. For once, you’ve used that big head for something useful.” He commented. What he said obviously didn’t resonate with her, causing her to shout back, “Males brains are bigger than 9%!”

Areum laughed at her statement, “What did you guys even talk about?”

Y/N pouted, “He called my head big.”

Areum laughed at Y/N and told her about what she, Jeno and Renjun were talking about.

Weeks had passed by and they were left with only three weeks worth of rehearsal. That was the only thing on Y/N’s mind. Not to mention her blossoming crush on Jaemin. She discovered that he isn’t that terrible of person as she made him out to be.

Soon enough, school hours were over and it was time for rehearsal to start. Y/N had decided that they would start off practicing the most problematic scene, the kissing scene. Jeno — the male lead from the Dance Club — and Yewon — the female lead from the Drama Club — had a kissing scene near the end of the performance.

Jaemin was sitting at near the end of stage, beside where Y/N was standing.

“Grab her by the waist, not her arm. It looks awkward when you cradle her arm, Jeno!” She shouted over the background music.

“Jaemin, can you stand up? Get your feet of the chair!” Y/N scolded. She grabbed his hand and placed it around her waist, “Like this!” And she pulled him closer, “Keep only this much distance between yourselves before you are pulled away by your friends, got that?”

She realised how awkward of a position they were in and tried to shuffle away from Jaemin, a blush littering across her cheeks, but he didn’t let her budge — his grip tight.

She tried her very best to keep professional and not overthink about the space between them, or lack there of. Gaining her courage, she smiled, “I know you love me, now will you let go?”

He coughed, not realising the compromising situation they were in. Y/N walked up towards the stage, “Practice that part a few more times before I let Jaemin take over, alright?”

“You guys are doing great,” Jaemin added and rested his arm on her shoulder, scaring Y/N, “Yah! Stop it!” She hit his chest lightly.

Jaemin and Y/N’s relationship had improved over the weeks they had to spend together. They stopped loathing the time they spent together and instead, started cherishing the memories made. Their relationship turning into more of a playful bickering kind of friendship.

Y/N let Yewon and Jeno run over the scene a few times by themselves before going up to them on the stage and asking to see the current state of the scene.

“Yewon-ah, move aside. I’ll show you where you are going wrong.” Y/N said as she grabbed Jeno closer and put his hand on her waist. Y/N angled herself more to the audience and placed her feet facing the corner of the studio.

“I think you are having trouble because you are facing way too in. Open up your body to the audience. It seems like you are trying to cower in Jeno’s embrace.” Y/N explained.

Jaemin was staring, rather glaring, at Jeno because of how close he was to Y/N. It was obvious to everyone except Y/N that Jaemin fancied her. “When he gives you a peck on the cheek, make sure your back does not at all face the audience. Turn immediately to left and towards the ensemble, okay?” Yewon shook her head, not understanding what exactly Y/N was trying to say.

She huffed, “Okay, Jeno, kiss my cheek.” And as soon as he did, Jaemin quietly stormed out of the studio.

But, Y/N didn’t notice as she was too engrossed teaching Yewon how to act in the specific scene. Yewon finally understood how she should position herself so that the light would fall on her instead of behind her. “Jaemin, you can take over now! I’ll go order some food for everyone.”

No reply.

Y/N looked up from her script and realised that he wasn’t even in the studio. “Guys, run through the dance. I’ll get him.”

Y/N found him outside taking a breather, “You okay?” “Yeah, just got a little too cramped in there.” Y/N smiled sadly, thinking that she knew exactly what he meant.

“Ah, okay. Well, they are currently practicing the dance number. Do you want to look over it?”

“Yeah, sure.” He replied. They spent the next hour or so looking over all the dances which were quite well choreographed. Y/N would have to say that whoever choreographed them was extremely talented at their job. Her favourite dance had to be the duet, it was so enticing — it had a lot of jumps and twirls that she was sure she would never be able to execute like Yewon could, thanks to her dancing background.

Not to mention, Jaemin looked terribly hot while in an authoritative position — his jaw clenching every time he got annoyed.

“Y/N-ah, stop daydreaming. Jaemin is calling you.” Areum brought her back to reality. She had decided to drop by to see how Y/N was faring. She blinked, “Huh?” She nudged Y/N, “There,” She pointed towards the frantic boy.

Y/N rushed down to where Jaemin was, “What’s wrong?” “One of the ensemble members ripped her costume. I think you’ll have to stitch it up,” He mentioned, “Also, I need to you pretend to be the female lead for the last part of the dance so that I can show them how to execute that part.”

“Oh,” You gulped, knowing that there was a dip near the near where the male lead would have to kiss the female lead.

He pulled you close and twirled you, then dipping you and bringing his face close to yours, barely inches apart. She could make out his hot breath on her lips and she didn’t dare make eye contact. “Look at me,” He whispered.

She looked up at him, getting lost in the warm brown eyes she was just daydreaming about — the mesmerising glint in his eye, how the warm brown faded into a lighter tone near the pupils of eyes.

“Ahem,” Jeno broke the two of them out of their trance. “Are you going to show us how I should go for the kiss?”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she starting coughing violently. She untangled herself from Jaemin, “What?”

Jeno smirked, “Why are you freaking out? It’s just a kiss. Be professional,” Repeating the exact words Y/N had said to him when he asked why it was necessary to do it.

“Yeah, okay.” Y/N muttered.

Jaemin repeated the actions and dipped her, momentarily making her flustered. She couldn’t even try and look him in the eye. He lightly pecked her lips, his ears turning red and her cheeks turning redder.

Areum was cheering her on, “Yeah! Go Y/N! Get some!” Y/N rushed off the stage, and gestured for Areum to stop screaming. Obviously, Areum didn’t get the message, leading to Y/N hitting her across the head. “Oww, that hurt!” Areum muttered, wincing from the pain. Y/N retorted, “You should’ve kept quiet then!”

Jaemin maintained his professionalism, and calmly asked the dancers to repeat the whole routine.

He pulled Jeno away from the crowd, “Yah! Why would you say that? She probably thinks I’m some creep the has a huge crush on her.”

Jeno laughed, “But you are creep who has a huge crush on her.” Jaemin glared at him, trying to appear angry but the way he was blushing gave him away, “Just don’t do it again.” Jeno nodded and returned to the dance practice. Y/N approached Jaemin, fumbling with her hands as a distraction, “Who was the person that needed the stitching?”

“Nayoung,” He replied. She nodded and thanked him with a small smile. Jeno appeared again, “You should ask her out.” Jaemin looked at him blankly, “Why don’t you go and rehearse with everyone?” Jeno chuckled and pat Jaemin’s back, a sign of affirmation that he will continue rehearsing.

Once the studio had cleared out, all the actors and dancers left for home, Y/N sat at the audience’s seats and wrote down notes on what was missing and what was needed, so that she would be able to ask the teachers to acquire those things for the production.

Trying to enjoy the quiet ambience of the performance studio, she relaxed, and listened to some classical music. Throughout the practice, her mind had wondering and she kept thinking back to her first kiss, the peck Jaemin gave her. She slowly dozed off, too tired to realise that she had strayed from what she had to do.

Suddenly, the doors to the studio banged open, waking Y/N up from her small nap session. “Y/N, we have to go. They are locking the doors now.” Jaemin said.

She nodded, disoriented from the sudden sound and gathered her stuff. Once they head out of the school, Jaemin stopped her, “Do you want to go out with me?”

She cocked her head to the side, “Aren’t we going out now?” She gestured to the school campus. He chuckled at her cute behaviour, “No, um, I meant, do you want to go on a date with me?”

Her ears perked up, “A date? The one where you are supposed to be romantically interested in me and then you ask me?”

He nodded, and she replied shyly, “Yeah, sure. Okay.”

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