#bff mascara

[wonryllis]

𐙚 THE THREE STAGES OF DATING PARK SUNGHOON.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ strangers to fling to lovers, absolute fluff. LIB? word count `1115 a revamp

` —IN ALL REALITIES, i want to be tied to you by heart.

001. from a fling to newfound lovers.

sitting beside the window, you watch the rain pouring down hitting against the glass and slipping like drops of tear. the music in your earphones blaring into your ears like you’re in a different world, numbing like an apocalypse. the bus stops for a while and a minute later you feel the presence of one sit beside you; it’s sunghoon, he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair trying to brush off the raindrops and adjusts his blazer before he looks at you with a rather brazen look on his face. raising his brows cockily and reaching forward to pull out one of your buds, to put it in his ear.

as he takes your hand resting on your lap into his, fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle squeeze, you look at him questioningly, “i thought you were going to take your car?” he smiles faintly turning his face to return your gaze, not a viable response, just brown orbs staring at you. his other hand moves to trace his ring on your index finger, the one he gave you this weekend, “wanted to spend some more time with you.”

it was almost ten at night when you had gotten his text to come outside, that he had something to say to you. he ended up confessing and asking you out after you got into an argument about him treating you like you were a summer fling; things could have ended in so many different ways but you’re grateful that for once the sunghoon you knew, put his ego and pride behind and admitted his wrong.

and now that he has entered your life, your world, you wish nothing but for him to stay as long as he can in there. you know this might not go on for forever but however long it may be, you want to put all your heart and efforts into it. it’s just your second day, you have a long way to go, “then let’s go to school together from now on, be it the bus or your car.” and sunghoon swears his heart has never felt what it felt when he heard your voice just now..and your smile: the first love kind. perhaps his first love? only time could tell him.

002. the step to a vulnerable heart.

“your eyes are so pretty,” he blurts out, staring at you with hearts oozing out of him,“sunghoon, i’m literally crying here,” you laugh with a pout, pulling out tissues from the box to wipe your tears and the mascara rolling down the skin of your cheeks. “but you still look so pretty, like a doll.” grinning lazily he holds the side of his head, leaning against the back of the couch while admiring you like a piece of artwork.

it makes you feel even more emotional than you already do,“i look like a mess not a doll” glaring at him playfully, you softly hit his thigh,“but i love the you mess.” his smile grows wider and brighter, pupils dilated, his warm presence feeling like an invitation to neverland; like peter to your wendy.

“stop being so cringey or i’m going to start bawling my eyes out again.” and as if on que you pause for a moment before breaking down again “stop being so pretty then- i told you not to go to that reunion” sunghoon scolds you as he takes the tissue from the grasp of your fingers and holding your face, delicately wipes the falling tears, thumbs caressing the top of your eyes giving it a gentle massage. you weren’t planning to attend the said reunion but the hopes of rekindling your friendship with your ex-bff and clear out the misunderstandings from high school overcame your desire to skip it.

instead all you got were harsh words and false accusations, something sunghoon had already predicted would happen but now all that matters to him is for you to feel better. though it’s true that in his eyes even a mess you look like an angel from heaven he’d rather see you without tears of sadness. he holds onto your hands and kissing your knuckles pulls you into a hug, patting your back in a kind of comfort you know only he can provide. to him you are one displayed at the greatest of exhibitions. a private room where only he can admire the work of emotions.

003. your honeymoon ever after.

you look at sunghoon with confused eyes as he abruptly stops after closing the door to your apartment and turns to you. taking out both of your hands which were previously in his coat pockets he grabs your cheeks, squeezing your face with a lovestruck smile and heart eyes. he pecks the tip of your nose,“your face has gotten cold, i’ll have to kiss it warm,” grinning he plants another two kisses on your cheeks, then the top of your eyelids then your forehead, then three on your lips,“it’s a bonus.”

later when you’re in the kitchen making some hot chocolate and coffee for you both, he comes in, grabs your hand and starts placing kisses on your knuckles before rubbing the skin of your hands between his palms to warm them more,“sunghoon, the heater is on,” you look at him wanting to see what he has to say. he nods giving a lovely wide smile,“i know, just- your hands are precious,”

the next time he behaves this way is an hour later when you’re cuddling in the balcony, stargazing together in the pillow&blanket fort you both made there. he makes you sit between his legs with your back against his front and hugging you from behind, leaving smooches on top of your head,“your hair smells nice,” he mumbles between his kisses, it makes you laugh. just what exactly has happened to him. after he stops you put your head in the crook of his neck and ask,“are you okay, baby? why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

he locks eyes with you and in a stare of pure love and adoration,“i just realized how lucky i am to have you, you’re so precious and i love you so much. thank you for being with me,” with that he presses another kiss to your temple and hugs you tighter. soon as he’s way into dreamland, snoring softly, you look at his peaceful face and peck his lips with a smile,“i love you a lot too, thank you for coming into my life.” he definitely heard that even in his dreams.

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#enhypen imagines #k-labels #ATP Y'ALL MIGHT AS WELL THINK IM SUNGHOON OBSESSED #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen drabbles #enhypen soft hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen sunoo imagines #enhypen jungwon imagines #enhypen niki imagines #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader

[eiightysixbaby]

ok ok HEAR ME OUT stepbrother! eddie and let’s say his sister is getting ready for school right but she just looks so pretty he’s gotta have fun w her but she did her hair and make up so cute :(( so can we have some crybaby reader with pervish JUST FILTHY DOM EDDIE

i hope it’s okay that i didn’t make this step bro!eddie. that’s a trope i don’t always mind reading but idk if i want to write it.

18+ plsssss | cw: eddie is your pervy bff, he touches himself watching you get ready but you don’t know he’s there, dubcon??reader wants eddie but like… he’s creepin. fingering f receiving, dacryphilia

he’d knocked three times on your front door with no answer, the morning sun shining bright behind him; baking him where he stood on your porch. impatient as ever, this seemed like a plenty good excuse to barge in unannounced.

he opens the door, walking through your kitchen casually, grabbing a banana from the dish on the counter as he goes. this is normal — him coming over and making himself at home. at this point he really only knocks for the sake of appearing courteous. that, and he loves the way your sweet, pretty eyes look at him when you open the door every single school morning as if you were delightfully surprised to see him. as if you weren’t expecting him to pick you up, like he does every day.

peeling his breakfast of choice, he waltzes into your room, frowning to himself when he doesn’t see you standing in front of your mirror trying to hurriedly decide on an outfit, as he’d expected. you always are so indecisive; it’s cute, really. he steps into your soft pastel bedroom, trimmed with ruffles and pretty things — perfect for someone as pretty as you.

he can hear your soft humming coming from your en suite bathroom, the door open just ajar. he should just announce his presence, that would be the totally normal thing to do. but instead, something inside him tells him to keep quiet.

he stalks slowly towards the door, sneakers brushing in whispers on your carpeted floor. reaching the crack in the door, he peeks through, getting the perfect view of your beautiful face.

he has the perfect vantage point; he can see you but you wouldn’t be able to see him from where you’re standing, unless you pointedly looked. he quiets his breathing, unwilling to alert you to his lurking presence. you glide the brush to your mascara across your eyelashes, blinking quick and giving big doe eyes to yourself in the mirror.

god, those eyes. what he wouldn’t fucking give to see those eyes looking up at him, mascara streaming down your pretty face, his cock stuffing your mouth full.

he shakes his head, as if it’ll shoo the thoughts away. he should know better.

he’s been having these thoughts for months, now. inescapable, sick, filthy thoughts of you — his best friend, for the record. he couldn’t count the amount of times he’d laid in his bed, fist wrapped around his aching red cock, jerking himself to thoughts of you. thoughts of your pretty lips, your big eyes, the curves you barely attempt to hide from him (which should be a crime, really, wearing skirts so short he gets just a glimpse but nothing more).

all you’re doing is applying some lipgloss, and his cock is rock hard in his jeans. he can’t, he can think of so many reasons he shouldn’t, and yet….

banana discarded half-eaten, he makes quiet and careful work of unzipping his jeans. this is twisted, this is wrong, but he doesn’t stop his fingers from tugging his cock free from the confines of his boxers, stroking slowly. you continue to hum sweetly, blissfully unaware of his watchful eyes and sinful behavior. he nearly blows his cover when you pull your pajama top over your head, tits on display for him for a moment as you lean down to retrieve your bra. it takes everything in him to stifle his groan, his hand pulling faster at his leaking cock.

he doesn’t take his eyes off of you as you dress yourself for the day, slipping into a cute little skirt (damn you) and a soft pink form fitting top. you’re always so pretty, so delicate, and somehow it turns him on more to see you fully dressed than it did to see you topless.

he can’t take it anymore, he can’t, so as you fix your hair he stuffs his unsatisfied cock back in his jeans and pushes open the door.

“jesus christ, sweetheart,” he purrs, smirking when you jump.

“my god, eddie!” you shout. “how long have you been standing out there?”

“you didn’t answer my knock at the door, so I figured I’d let myself in,” he says, moving towards you, your back pressing against the countertop.

“that didn’t answer my question,” you reply quietly, your eyes huge as they look up at him. your perfectly glossed lips pout, a hand running through your hair.

“long enough to see those pretty tits of yours,” he gives in, giving you an actual answer, and your mouth falls open in a gasp.

before you can respond, his hands find your waist, sliding up to cup your breasts. “this is okay, right, sweetheart?” he asks.

“eddie, we have to go, we’re gonna be late—”

“so then we’re late,” he says easily, readjusting so his hands are underneath your shirt. he lets his fingers climb back up, slipping beneath your bra and circling your nipples.

you let out a whine, immediately biting your lip in embarrassment.

“oh, do you like that, baby?” he asks, patronizing as your skin erupts in goosebumps under his touch.

“eddie—” you pout, eyes glassy as they meet his gaze again.

you always got pouty when he’d tease you, and right now is no exception.

“sweet girl likes when I take care of her, hm? I bet anything you’re so wet right now,” he murmurs, one hand trailing down your body, stopping at your knee before slowly creeping back up your thigh. your breath hitches in your throat, waiting. anticipating his next move.

it’s too easy, with you in a skirt, to play with you. the opportunity has fallen into his lap, and he simply has to.

you inhale sharply when his fingers get closer and closer to your core, the fabric of your panties stuck to your sticky wetness. “eddie, p-please,” you whine, whimpers leaving you when his fingers tease you through the cotton.

desperate, frustrated tears spill over your lash line, fat as they roll down your cheeks.

“oh, pretty girl,” he coos. “gonna ruin that makeup cryin’ those tears for me.” he lets the pad of his thumb collect a tear that reaches your lip, wiping it away.

your back arches, hips wiggling to get more from him. you huff, brows furrowed in a way that makes his cock throb.

“my sensitive girl,” he says softly, kissing the side of your face before moving to your ear. “gonna ruin you,” a finger dips into your cunt, making you moan. “it’s really such a shame. you took so much time to do your hair and everything,” another finger joins the first, pressing deep inside you.

“w-we have to get to school,” you say, voice wavering as his fingers continue to pump slowly in and out of you.

“but we’re just getting started, angel. don’t tell me you want to stop now.”

you definitely don’t.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #leah’s got mail 💌

[snghnlvr]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. / park sunghoon

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! (bff!jake makes an appearance!) • read part two !

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you just wish you have the guts to say what you want, what you feel to your crush, park sunghoon.

��𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : 1.3k words | one sided crush | fluff at first then boom angst :0 | kind of made me sad actually | yn and sunghoon are friends!! | but hoon is a bit mean :< | this drabble was inspired by the song by niki :p

likes, comments and reposts are very much appreciated! <3

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you stared at the tall, handsome boy across the room. the room was twinkling whenever his cheek dimple appears when laughing, classmates’ eyes diverted whenever his eyes turn into crescent room, and classmates become temporary silent to hear his laughs.

ever since he stepped foot into your classroom from two years ago when he became a transferee, he grabbed the attention of female students and even staff board members. boys would gaze upon him whenever they pass by sunghoon with jealously visible in their faces.

i mean, who wouldn’t ?

you can’t deny either, he’s the most attractive person ever. in the classroom. in the school. in the world wide world.

his eyes would sometimes glance upon yours. when you both make eye contact, it would not last for even two seconds as you immediately look away. blush would run across your cheeks just by thinking about his gorgeous eyes looking at yours. you would nibble your bottom lip out of nervousness and overthink about your physical appearance.

did i look like an idiot? why is my lips so chapped? was my mascara smeared?

you questioned yourself multiple times in your head after walking home from school, how is he sculpted like the gods? why is he so handsome? why is he that perfect?

argh, just by thinking about it, unconsciously made your lips curl and heart beating like a rollercoaster. you shake your head to remove your thoughts about him and go home.

even though you’ve classmates with him for two years, you wanted to be closer. but you didn’t have the guts to do something. talk to him? pass him the notes the next day after being absent to take his ice skating lessons? buy him something? start a conversation? it’s too confusing.

you sighed infront of a locker. staring at it as if it would reply to you. well, you needed a quick response from whatever what you were doing. a wake up call.

you mentally marked it in your head.

locker #143 letter #12

god what were you doing?

writing letters to someone who barely notices you? how pathetic. you don’t even know what he thinks about you. does he know your name?

you were turning your body, ready to take off and think about sunghoon for the rest of the night. but before you take a step forward, you hear a familiar shout.

“y/n!”

you turned around and you see two figures, you recognized that one of them is your best friend, jake.

“oh hey jake!” you beamed at jake’s big smile towards you as he jogs towards you. your eyes then moved towards the figure behind him and your mind immediately blacked out.

it was sunghoon following behind jake. he saw you and smiled before going towards you as well.

“we were gonna eat tteokbokki at the restaurant across the street but we saw you~ it’s sooo cold so we wanted to eat something warm!” you can hear jake’s excitement through his tone as you saw him bundled up with his jacket and gloves. you noticed sunghoon’s attire. it was a simple hoodie with his fluffy jacket but yet he looked so cozy.

“wanna come with us?” jake invited. he stared at you with expectation.

“oh..” you mumbled under your breath. the sudden invitation made you hesitant because sunghoon will be there and you didn’t know how to act around him.

currently your heartbeat is echoing in your ears and you suddenly got cold sweat on your back despite it being winter.

you glanced to sunghoon behind jake as his hands were inside. he gently smiled at you as if he knew that you were wondering whether or not you’ll be a bother with them. he gave you a reassuring nod, mouthing, “don’t mind it”.

you swore your heart with jumping jackets. you swore sunghoon’s cheek dimple appeared when he smiled at you. you swore that sunghoon wanted you to be there with him.

“sure.” you breathe out. the heavy feeling on your chest disappeared with that one look of sunghoon’s eyes that spoke comfort and gentleness.

“yes!” jake jumped in excitement in his place. “we’re gonna go after sunghoon gets his scarf from his locket.” jake’s eyes moved towards sunghoon’s locker which was literally right next to you.

once again, your mind immediately blacked out. you panicked internally. not only sunghoon but your best friend will see your letter. you were the only one that knows that you like sunghoon. and you were scared that it might be obvious with how you’re acting.

you eyes looked over sunghoon’s hand unlocking his locker. you wanted to run away. you wanted to hide. you wanted to take back off the letters that you wrote in the past about him and forget everything. you can imagine yourself slapping yourself with your pillow.

but at the same time you were curious. will this be an opportunity to know what sunghoon thinks of you? does he likes the letters? does he know that it’s yours?

sunghoon huffed loudly which cut out of your thoughts.

“another one?” laced with disappointment.

your heart dropped at his reaction. you looked at jake beside you, his lips pursed in awkwardness.

you saw sunghoon stretch out his hand to grab the brown envelope. “hey y/n..” sunghoon turned to you.

your eyes widened, in fear if he knows. you gulped before responding to him. but your heart thumped that he said your name for the first time. that was a first for you.

“do you know this person?” he asked emotionless. eyes hoping that you know. you stared at the mini orange you’ve drew in the corner of the letter because you know he likes them; the drawing is humiliating you.

“no….” you tried to play if off cool, acting like you were thinking. sunghoon nodded when you responded.

“alright.”

jake bumped his elbow onto your shoulder. “sunghoon has been receiving love letters from the same person for the past month.”

“and it’s annoying.” sunghoon examined the brown envelope as if it was a disease. you can see the scowl on his face.

your heart swelled up at the contrast of his voice from earlier and his expression. his twisted eyebrows and puckered lips showed his frustration while looking at his name in the center of the envelope.

“it’s annoying?” you suddenly spoke, genuinely wondering why he would think of that but sunghoon nodded once again.

“tired of the same nonsense anyways. i won’t like someone who acts like this. i read the letters and laugh to myself because, how can someone be this delusional?” he snickered to himself as jake nodded, agreeing with him.

tears swelled up to your eyes as sunghoon looked down at the envelope, playing with it like a toy.

“acting like this? it’s a burdensome.”

did sunghoon indirectly called you a burden?

“if i meet this person, i won’t ever like them because i hate people like this.”

ouch.

that really did it.

“hey!” you suddenly made your voice loud, startling both of the boys.

jake panicked upon looking at you, your cheeks are pink, eyes watering and your lips were quivering.

sunghoon was alarmed with you. he was confused yet worried upon seeing your teary eyes. he was questioning what happened. he was gonna ask but you beat him to it.

you chuckled. “i forgot i-i have to help my mom with something. you guys can go without me-“ you cursed at yourself for your stuttering. “i’ll go! uh bye!” you smiled specifically at sunghoon with your teary eyes before dashing off.

idiot.

idiot.

idiot.

what sunghoon doesn’t know is that you like him.

what you don’t know is that sunghoon likes you as well. he was the one that initiated eating tteokbokki with you.

(jake would leave midway as apart of sunghoon’s plan)

-

this is my first tumblr post! i have a lot of drabbles in my notes app but i decided to post this one first because it’s completely done. what did you guys think? do you think sunghoon will know yn’s likeness towards him? will yn stop with the letters? i don’t know if i have a part two in mind but please let me know if you want! 😼 thank you for reading <3

#enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon angst #sunghoon oneshot #sunghoon fluff #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #psh #enha x reader #enha fluff #sunghoon x y/n #enha imagines #enha smau #enha scenarios #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon ff

[delulujuls]

aussies do it better | op81, dr3

heeeeey (louder than anyone else) im serving today the koala bear and the honeybadger duo and im hoping y'all will like it!

at the beggining i was hoping for making this a smut but it turned out so wholesome, even though im thinking about still making it smutty, maybe in second part?? idk lmk if you like this one and if you would like to have more of them in a maybe spicy way

anyway pls enjoy and have wonderful day x

summary: sometimes we forget that the best things are often at our fingertips, danny ric being the best wingman possible, pastry boy being pure babygirl

warnings: cheating on a reader (but not them they could never)

pairing: bff!fem!reader x oscar piastri x daniel ricciardo

"Guys, quick break," Oscar announced, stepping aside and setting down his paddle.

"In the next set, we play together, we'll show them how it's done properly. In a Aussie style," Daniel said, grabbing some water and taking a few sips, to which Oscar chuckled, wiping his hair with a towel. It was a pleasant, warm evening. Oscar, Daniel, and a few friends decided to take advantage of the last free day before the frenzy of the home Grand Prix and relax in the company of friends. But Oscar's thoughts were far from relaxed. When he picked up his phone and saw a few missed calls from Y/N, his friend, his smile instantly faded, not escaping Daniel's notice.

"Something wrong?" he asked, glancing at him attentively. Piastri, still focused on his phone, just shook his head.

"I have no idea, but I hope not," he replied, quickly typing a message to his friend.

"Sorry for not answering. Is everything okay? Should I call back?"

He didn't have to wait long for a reply, as it came seconds later.

"No, nothing happened. I just wanted to talk for a moment."

Seeing him nervously tapping on the keyboard, Daniel approached him and glanced over his shoulder.

"Translating to our language, something definitely happened. She just decided not to bother you," he said, scanning through their recent messages from a while ago. "Girlfriend?"

"No, a friend. A close friend."

"Then you should call her back even more so," he remarked, looking meaningfully into Oscar's eyes as he raised his head to meet his gaze. Oscar returned his gaze to the phone in his hand and after a moment's hesitation nodded.

"I'll be right back; start without me if you need to," he informed, then quickly clicked the camera. As he left the court and stepped outside, the girl picked up. She was hastily wiping her cheeks, but it was futile, as Oscar easily noticed her distressed state. It was evident she had been crying.

"Hey, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, concerned, gazing attentively at his friend. After his question, she just shook her head and buried her face in her hands. A sob escaped from his phone.

"Y/N, please tell me why you're in such a state," he calmly requested, though his heart was pounding like crazy. He had no idea what had caused his friend to be in such a state, and the fact that he was on the other side of the globe and couldn't just come over to check on her only amplified his worry.

"Mattias," she managed to squeeze out just one word, but it was enough for Oscar to know what had brought her to tears.

"What happened? Where are you?"

It was clear that the girl was outside. It was dark, and she was walking briskly, her face illuminated only by the glow of her phone held in her hand. Her hair were messy and her mascara was smudged on her cheeks.

"I'm waiting for an Uber. I'm coming back from Natalie's birthday party, the one I told you I didn't want to go to."

"You ended up going?"

"Yes, and it was a mistake," she replied, sniffing. "Mattias was there too. I didn't even know he got an invitation. Turns out he did, and on top of that, he was having such a great time he forgot he had a girlfriend."

Oscar didn't even realize when he started nervously pacing, waiting for his friend to continue.

"I went there," Y/N continued, her voice trembling "after all, it would be stupid if I ignored my friend on her birthday. Then suddenly someone comes up to me and asks if I'm Mattias' girlfriend, and I answer yes. And he says I guess not, since on the balcony he's been kissing someone else. And he was actually making out with some girl! When he saw me, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. It didn't occur to him that I might be at my friend's fucking birthday party!"

"Did he react in any way?"

"Of course," the girl snorted, "baby, it's not what you think, we were just talking, I didn't have my hand in her panties at all! Fuck, of course not!"

"Hey, calm down," Oscar said, knowing his friend's emotions well. "How long until your Uber arrives?"

Y/N calmed down for a moment and glanced at her phone, swiping through her notifications.

"3 minutes."

"Alright, the most important thing is for you to get out of there and be home soon. Don't hang up until you're inside, okay?"

"Why me, Oscar? What's wrong with me?" she asked, looking back at her phone. Despite the thousands of kilometers between them, as Oscar looked at the screen of his phone and saw his friend's sad eyes, he felt as if she were standing right in front of him. The downside was that he couldn't hug her and provide the physical support she needed right now.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. It's not your fault at all."

Despite his words of support, Oscar knew that his reassurances were just empty words. He talked to his friend until she got home and let him know she was safe. He offered to continue talking until he noticed her condition had slightly improved, but it was clear she was exhausted.

"I think it's best if I go to bed," she said softly. He heard the sound of keys turning in the lock and the rustle of things being put away. "Although I doubt I'll be able to sleep."

"You should rest," Piastri agreed, nodding. "Text me as soon as you wake up, okay?"

"Sure, but then you'll be sleeping, it's 9 hours' difference," she replied, returning her gaze to the screen of her phone. "Besides, you have more important things to deal with tomorrow."

"Nothing is more important than you," he said, but she just scoffed and shook her head. "Nothing, you hear me? I'll keep the sound on while I sleep, call if anything happens in the meantime. Okay?"

Y/N sighed and nodded.

"Thank you, Osc. It's good to have you here."

Piastri smiled warmly at her.

"Of course I am."

When the call ended, Oscar sighed deeply and rubbed his face with his hand. When he returned to the court, the match was already underway. So, he sat on the bench and clenched his phone in his hand, trying to gather his thoughts somehow. His heart ached at the thought of his friend and what she had gone through. He had known Y/N since their school days when they shared a desk. A friendship had easily developed between them, and they had become practically inseparable. Despite Oscar's busy lifestyle and constant travels, they had managed to maintain constant contact, meeting as often as possible. In such situations, however, their friendship, separated by kilometers, could not cope.

"It's everything alright?" Daniel interrupted Oscar's thoughts, approaching him after the set ended.

"Long story," Piastri sighed.

"I'll gladly listen, considering I'm out and Blake is subbing for me in this set," he replied, sitting next to him and wiping his face with a towel.

For some reason, Oscar began to tell him about what he had just learned over the phone. He and Daniel weren't exceptionally close, sure, they were buddies on the paddock, sometimes playing padel together, but Oscar had never thought of confiding in him about anything. But perhaps this situation overwhelmed him a bit, and he needed advice on how he could help his friend.

"How long have you known her?" Ricciardo asked, when a moment of silence fell between them.

"Over six years, we met back in school."

"For your age, that's almost a quarter of your life," he joked, but after a moment, he looked at him with a slightly more serious expression. "Do you like her?"

"She's my friend, of course, I do."

Ricciardo snorted and shook his head. "Yeah, I figured, but I mean, do you like her?"

Oscar blinked several times, and it wasn't until Ricciardo emphasized the penultimate word he said that Oscar understood what he meant.

"We're friends, I never, uh—," he stumbled a bit, not knowing how to respond.

"So I guess that means yes," Daniel grinned widely, seeing his reaction. "You should invite her here. It would be good for her to occupy her mind with something else now. And she'll appreciate being able to talk to you face to face, not just over the phone."

"I don't know if she'd want to fly all this way just to see me," he replied, causing Daniel to look at him indulgently. "She's never made me feel like I'm anything more than a friend to her."

"Maybe this is the moment to show her that she's had the right guy in front of her all this time," he said, getting up as the set ended. "Cause Aussies always do it better, right?"

Oscar pondered Daniel's suggestion for a long time, but when he went to bed, he decided to offer his friend a visit to Melbourne. Before he went to sleep, he sent her a message with an invitation, honestly not knowing what reaction to expect from her. Of course, he assured her that he would cover all the costs of her transportation, but he still wasn't sure if she would agree to travel such a distance just to see him.

When he woke up in the morning and picked up his phone, he had to rub his eyes in amazement several times. She agreed immediately. She even asked if she could fly to him on the fastest plane, to which he naturally agreed. As a result, she was already at the airport the next evening. Unfortunately, Oscar couldn't pick her up personally, but someone was willing to offer their help on-site.

"Hi, you must be Y/N," Daniel's wide smile and his Australian accent were the first things to greet the girl on the new continent. "I'm Daniel, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

She nodded, returning his smile and shaking his outstretched hand.

"It's very nice to meet you too, and I'm sorry Oscar roped you into this," she replied as he silently took her suitcase. "I could have taken a taxi."

"Absolutely no need to apologize, I'm just glad I could personally welcome you to our beautiful country," he said with a smile. It was past midnight, and Y/N wondered where her newfound companion got so much energy from. "First time in Australia, am I right?"

"Yes, I've never been here before. Actually, it's only the second time in my life I've flown on a plane."

"Really?" Daniel looked at her in shock, and she just shyly nodded. "And Oscar managed to convince you to take such a trip?"

"Actually, I was very excited about the invitation," she admitted, but at one point, she bit her tongue. However, when she glanced at Daniel again, she got the impression that he wouldn't be too concerned about some stranger girl occupying him with trivialities. "A lot has been going on with me lately, and I'm glad to have a reset here."

"I'll gladly join as your local guide and mood lifter," he offered, opening the car door for her. "Of course, if you're up for it and if Oscar is willing to share his best friend."

The girl chuckled, genuinely for the first time in a few days. She eagerly nodded at his proposal.

"I'd love to. And I don't think Oscar will mind."

The journey passed in lightning speed with a conversation that looked like they had known each other for ages, not just a few dozen minutes. When Daniel parked in the driveway, Oscar was already standing in front of the house, waiting for his friends.

"Everything you've learned from me, you haven't actually learned from me," Daniel said, throwing a quick glance at Oscar, which brought a smile back to the girl's face and her hasty nod. Both got out of the car, and Daniel, without taking no for an answer, took her bags. The girl smiled even wider at the sight of her friend, who started walking towards her. She hugged him tightly without a word, and he closed her in a tight embrace.

Daniel smiled at the sight and just raised his thumb. Oscar returned the gesture.

The trio entered the house, and Daniel left the girl's things in the living room doorway before stretching.

"I'll be off," he announced, looking around at them. "It was very nice to meet you, and I hope we'll see each other again soon."

"You can stay if you want," Oscar offered. "We probably won't go to bed soon anyway, and I owe you a beer for today."

"I definitely won't be able to sleep anytime soon, despite the hour," the girl added, checking the time on her phone before shifting her gaze to Daniel and Oscar. "But I have the least to say because it's not me facing the home Grand Prix in a few days."

"Well, why not, gladly," Ricciardo replied, agreeing to the suggestion with a smile.

Shortly after, the three of them were sitting on the terrace. The evening was pleasant, so they decided not to disturb Oscar's family and spend time outside. The conversation was already flowing smoothly, and with each subsequent beer, any inhibitions and barriers disappeared more and more. At some point, it looked like a meeting of three close friends after years.

"He acted like a complete dick," Daniel summed up Y/N's story, taking a sip from the can he held. "Look at it from a different angle, you could have skipped this party and not confronted him. He would probably cheat on you behind your back if he wasn't already."

Oscar looked at him meaningfully, not wanting him to further distress her. However, she seemed to come to terms with the whole situation. She certainly looked better than she did a few days ago when she tearfully talked to Oscar on the phone.

"Possible," the girl sighed, holding her own can. Her head was a bit fuzzy, but she liked this state better than feeling sadness. "Oh God, how could I be so stupid."

"It happens to the best of us," Daniel smiled reassuringly at her.

"The worst thing is, you told me many times that he's not the right guy for me, that he's not a good person at all," she continued, now looking at Oscar, who was sitting next to her. Daniel, sitting in the chair opposite, looked at him meaningfully, but he had his gaze fixed on the girl. "And I still thought I knew better. I'll never question your instincts again, Osc. Never."

She said, then hugged him tightly. Oscar returned the hug, rubbing her back. "It doesn't matter now. It happened, and that's it."

"You said he's not the right guy for you," Daniel began, and Oscar looked at him at the moment when he released his friend from the hug. He shook his head slightly, knowing where he was going with this. But this train couldn't be stopped. "Is there any guy you think would be right for you?"

The girl thought for a moment, turning the can in her hands. However, alcohol placed a certain thought in her head, which made her smile. She just nodded in response, raising her gaze to the man sitting opposite her.

"Oh, you're flattering me," Daniel laughed, taking another sip of beer.

"For the past few minutes, I've been noticing that I kind of like Aussies," she added, glancing at Oscar. He was so shocked when she subtly announced that she liked Daniel in an unexpected way that he didn't even notice when her gaze lingered on his lips. However, Daniel noticed it perfectly.

"And you, Oscar?" Ricciardo asked, stretching his legs out in front of him, a moment after he took another sip of his beer. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

Piastri almost choked on his beer when he finished it. His cheeks were instantly flushed, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol he had just consumed. Y/N raised her gaze to her friend's face, curious herself about his answer to the question, as Oscar had never shared his romantic affairs with her, even when she repeatedly asked about them.

When he, embarrassed, couldn't utter a word, Y/N's gaze returned to Daniel, and she decided to answer for her friend. "Oscar probably hasn't met the right person yet," she said, taking a sip of beer. "He's never told me that he likes any girl, even when I asked hundreds of times. Recently, I even started asking if it's not a girl, then maybe a boy? After all, there's nothing wrong with a relationship with two boys or two girls. And Lando," she looked at her friend again, "he's quite charming. And it seems to me that you two have a good relationship."

"Landoscar? Oh definitely, I've been thinking about it many times myself," Daniel interjected, pointing his finger and agreeing with her words.

Oscar, seeing how they were encouraging each other, knew he had to act. And since words got stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to defend himself, he silently touched his friend's cheek and turned her head towards him, kissing her. Despite her shock, she returned the kiss. Daniel smiled. He felt like giving himself a high-five.

After a moment, Oscar pulled away from his friend. His heart was pounding like crazy, and her questioning gaze wandering over his face didn't make it any easier for him to gather his thoughts.

"You, Y/N, I like you," he finally said. "I've liked you since you invited me over to work on a biology project in eleventh grade. We were just starting to be friends, and I already felt something more for you. Nothing has changed since then."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" she asked, looking at him, but he lowered his gaze.

"I always felt like I was more of a brother to you than potential boyfriend material,"

"Oscar…," the girl sighed, looking at him indulgently. "Do you know how many broken hearts you would have saved me if you had told me earlier?"

Oscar looked up at her. And just as he felt like an idiot when he decided to make his bold move, now he was wondering if there was a chance she felt the same way about him.

"I thought I was just your friend. And that you didn't want someone who couldn't keep up with your pace of life. After all, why would you need a girlfriend you couldn't have by your side?"

"I would spend all my money to have my girlfriend by my side,"

After these words, silence fell. Oscar and Y/N looked at each other in silence, and Daniel, sitting next to them, pressed the cool edge of the can to his lips and watched the whole scene with bated breath.

"Do you want us to be together?" the girl asked after a moment. She decided to put everything on the line.

"Yes, Y/N, I want us to be together," he said, looking her in the eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier and spared you so many broken hearts. But I assumed that a long-distance relationship would break your heart even more."

Oscar lowered his head. He wasn't lying. The truth was that one of the reasons he didn't confess his feelings to the girl was that he already found it hard with a long-distance friendship, let alone having the possibility to see his girlfriend once a month or less. Oscar had countless layers of love within him. However, he was afraid that if he turned on the tap, he would cause a flood, injuring not only her but also himself.

"Come here," she whispered softly, pulling herself closer to him and hugging him tightly. He closed his eyes and embraced her just as tightly, burying his face in her hair.

"Surely you'll be happy with such a guy," Daniel spoke up after a while, smiling. "If not, you know where to find me. However, Aussies always do it better."

#f1 imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #op81 #dr3 #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader

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Electromagnetism - p. 3

~ ellie williams x reader

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part two | part four <3

synopsis: you and ellie williams have been long time rivals. you're a physics majors at wellesley college, and you’re competing for the same spot in the prestigious dr. ramsey’s lab as ellie. suddenly neither of you can escape the other as you’re both trying to navigate your final year of college

content: college!ellie, mean!ellie, modern au, academic rivals to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, eventual smut, swearing, banter, alcohol use, drug use, dina and reader being bffs, college party, ellie flirting with another girl

taglist: @gold-dustwomxn @skylerwhitwyo @blueberryhalfblood @elliebobellysosmelly @444na0m1

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I shut my curtains before changing into some pj bottoms. After staying up all night last night, I deserve a treat and to go to bed immediately. I think of the ice cream at the back of my freezer. Before I leave the confines of my bed, my phone buzzes against the blanket. I had just texted my mom about getting the top score in class. She has always been so supportive of me. I’m just glad it’s finally coming to fruition. I turn my phone over expecting to see my mom’s name on the screen. 

9:48 P.M. 

Ellie: Maybe so.. Congrats. 

My jaw nearly hits the floor. I wasn’t expecting her to say anything back. I thought she’d ignore it or say something snide to me in person. Should I respond?

I take a sip of water to soothe my dry throat and look around my room. My lamp is the only light that’s radiating throughout.  

My plan to best Ellie is starting to materialize. I just didn’t imagine we’d be texting one another. Or that I’d start getting used to spending so much time with her. Or getting nervous when her name appears on my phone. 

Should I say something witty? I type and delete multiple texts before settling on something simple. 

9:59 P.M. 

Thanks. I’ll see you at class on monday. 

E: I’m throwing a party tomorrow if you and Dina want to come. 

E: No pressure tho. 

I’m skeptical. This isn’t the Ellie Williams I know. I’ve known taunts, bragging, shoving, but never an open invitation to her house. Maybe I should consult Dina first? On the other hand.. I haven’t been to a party in awhile, and I don’t have to talk to Ellie while I'm there either. I could just stand in the corner talking to Dina or I could take a peek into her room. See what weird shit she’s hiding. 

Too much time is passing. The longer I take to respond the weirder it is. 

10:33 P.M. 

Sure. 

Send me the address? 

My curiosity got the best of me. I have to go. 

…

Day 27 

8:30 A.M. 

Would you indulge me if I proposed going to a party tonight? 

D: I’m down! 

D: Who’s party is it? 

Ellie’s..

D: and you want to go? 

Well she invited us. I haven’t gone out in a while. Could be fun if we ignore her all night :) 

D: Okay. Let’s do it. 

D: Come to my place to get ready later? 

…

“Dina, do you think this outfit looks good?” Her clothes are scattered throughout the room. Her desk doesn’t look any better with makeup brushes and our makeup bags spread out. She turns around in her desk chair to look at me. Her eyes wander up and down. I’ve tried on multiple different outfits, but nothing seems to look right. 

“You look absolutely stunning.” Dina looks back at her reflection to apply another coat of mascara. Looking in the mirror, I begin to scrutinize the outfit I have on. Her denim jeans fit snug around my waist. I take off my tank top and replace it with a black one. 

“You said that about the last outfit too!” I sit down on Dina’s bed defeated.

She pushes herself out of her chair and plops down on the bed with me. “You’ve looked good in everything! You’re overthinking it.” 

I sigh. “You’re right, I am.” Her hand grasps mine and pulls me up. “How about we take a shot and continue getting ready?”

…

I’m sitting down at Dina’s desk looking over the mess we’ve created in the last hour. I check the time on my phone. The party starts in 10 minutes, but we definitely cannot be the first to arrive. I decided on wearing the jeans I borrowed from Dina, my black tank, and a green flannel. It’s my typical wardrobe, but it makes me feel confident. I’ll need that once I walk into the beast that is Ellie Williams. 

The vibration of my phone allows the haze of my thoughts to disappear. It’s Ellie. 

9:45 P.M. 

E: You and Dina still coming tn? 

Yeah. why do you ask?

E: Just thought it was unlike you to be late to something.

Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.. 

E: I think I know you just the right amount ;)

Sureee Ellie.. 

… 

The door opens and two shots appear in front of me. 

“Cheers!” We clink our glasses together and down the shot of rum. My face distorts as it burns through my chest. I laugh when I see Dina’s face twist in disgust too.

“While you were gone, guess who texted me” 

“Oh no, not your ex?” Dina gives me a look that resembles pity. 

“Ew, not her. Ellie.” 

“Shut up!” She lunges over to see my phone. “Show me!!” 

After reading our back and forth, Dina looks back up at me. “Ooh, it sounds like she really wants you to be there.” I shove her away from me playfully. 

“Shut uppp.” 

… 

Before we leave, Dina and I take one last shot together. She looks gorgeous with her hair in soft waves. Her eyelashes are long and gracefully frame her eyes. No wonder her and Ellie were a thing. I feel a spring of jealousy erupt out of nowhere. I push the feeling aside and smile at Dina. “I’m ready when you are.” I grab my phone and keys and we head out the door. 

Ellie’s apartment is surprisingly close. I’m lingering behind as Dina leads the way. A wave of regret comes over me. I’m not sure I made the right decision. What if this goes horribly wrong. Ellie and I don’t exactly have a track record of getting along. 

“Hey.” I say catching Dina’s attention in front of me. 

“Everything alright?” Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at me concerned. 

“Do you think Ellie is pissed I got the top grade and not her?” The alcohol is coursing through my veins now. 

“I mean, maybe. If she was that pissed off I doubt she’d invite you to her party.” 

I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe. I’m intimidated by her. I feel like she’ll pull some stunt.” She hugs me tightly, and looks at me, “We don’t have to go if you’re worried.” 

I’m letting Ellie and our rivalry get to my head. Maybe this was her way of extending an olive branch. I look back at Dina, “I should be worried about you! You’re the one that used to kiss her.” She gives me a knowing smile and laughs. “She grabs ahold of my hand pulling me toward her as we continue on our way to Ellie’s house. 

…

Walking up to her door I feel myself getting more and more nervous. I think I need another drink. Music is emanating through the halls of the apartment complex. Must have thin walls. Dina knocks on the door. Only seconds later Ellie appears in front of us. Her hair falls delicately in front of her face. She’s wearing black jeans with converse and a brown jacket. 

Ellie looks at both of us “So you guys finally decided to make it.” She gestures for us to come in. 

Her apartment is lit up by LED lights. It's a typical college apartment. Thin walls, gray laminate floors, fake granite countertop. The living room is full of people already. I recognize a couple of them. I’ve seen around the physics department. I think they might be juniors. Dina grabs my arm pulling me out of my daze. “Let’s get another drink.”

…

I’m currently sipping on a seltzer in the corner with Dina as planned. Ellie is off flirting with one of the girls I saw earlier in the living room. I think her name is Cat. Ellie has her hand above Cat’s head as they talk in the door frame. I feel a bit embarrassed that I assumed she only invited me here as a joke or to humiliate me publicly. She has barely spoken to me the entire time. My eyes wander over to Ellie again. She’s definitely winning Cat over. 

Ellie’s hand lightly caresses her clothed lower back slowly lifting up her shirt. She leans down to whisper in Cat’s ear. Her eyes widen. She meets Ellie’s gaze and whispers back to her. Ellie’s fingers then dip down to her hips. She strokes the waistband of her jeans before moving her hand down lower. Her head nuzzles into her shoulder as she pulls her in closer. She begins to work her way up delicately kissing her neck.I look away as the moment begins to feel too intimate. I lift my cool hands up to my cheeks to relieve the heat burning off them. 

… 

A couple of Dina’s coworkers pulled her away to play a drinking game. I decided not to play. I don’t want to get too drunk. I still need to work on an assignment tomorrow. I get up off the couch and try to find a bathroom. I walk through the hallway, and pull on the first door handle, but it doesn’t budge. I continue down the hall, and spot a sliding glass door to the left. As I walk down the hall further, I can tell it’s Ellie. She sees me looking at her and gestures for me to come outside too. I open the door with caution.

… 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” Ellie sits down in the chair. I sit down across from her. I’m confused why she wanted me to come out here. I had assumed she’d be with Cat still. 

She readjusts herself in the chair and reaches into her back pocket pulling out a joint. 

“Want any?” She extends it in my direction. 

“I’ll take a hit.” Ellie brings the lighter to it and inhales. She passes it to me. The thick smoke lingers in the air around us. 

After we pass the joint back and forth a few more times, Ellie moves to sit on the couch next to me. Her eyes are glossy and tinted pink. I can’t imagine mine look much different. I giggle. 

“What’re you laughing at?” Ellie shoves my arm. I shove her back harder. We are competitive after all. 

“You look kinda funny when you’re high.” The atmosphere around us seems to change. The tension is replaced by something new.  A warmth spreads through my body despite the goosebumps rising on my arms. I contemplate what Ellie is thinking. She puts her head in between her hands and shakes her head. She scoots over closer to me. 

“You look kinda cute when you’re high. At least for you.” 

 “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.” 

Ellie pulls back unexpectedly. 

“Can I ask you a question?” 

The twinge of anxiety in my chest returns. I hesitantly meet her eye contact “Uh. Sure.” 

Ellie starts biting her nails. “How did you get the highest grade for exam one?” 

“Why wouldn’t I? I knew the material inside and out.” 

“Bullshit.” Ellie’s tone changes, and I know this is no longer playful banter. She stands up towering over me. 

I want to retreat into the couch. I thought for a second she was going to put this shit aside. I guess I was wrong. 

“How Ellie? You took the test right next to me. It’s not like I cheated. Maybe it’s time for you to accept that I’m just as good if not better than you.” 

She scoffs. Ellie bites her thumbnail and is pacing around the small balcony.

“Why did you even invite me here? To interrogate me?” 

“Oh fuck you. You’re the one who has the incessant need to compete with me. I just play along.” I stand up to even the playing field. The rage is bubbling up inside of me begging to be let out. 

“No fuck you Ellie. You just told me you’re glad I’m finally playing the game. Now I’m the only one who is trying to compete with you? I’m leaving. I don’t know why I came here in the first place.” 

I rush to the door. Eager to find Dina and leave. Ellie grabs my arm bringing me back outside. I pull away. 

“Wait.” 

“What more do you have to say?” I try to pull myself out of her grasp again. 

“That’s not the only thing I wanted to ask. Please.” I stop trying to escape and Ellie let’s go. 

“Okay, then what do you want to say to me? It better be good or I’m leaving and telling the tutoring center to drug test you Monday.” 

“Then I’ll tell them to drug test you too.” Despite wanting to shove Ellie into the brick wall behind us I don’t. 

“Spit it out.” 

“I need you to not apply for the position in Dr. Ramsey’s lab.” 

Out of the corner of my eye I see Dina walking toward us. 

“Not a chance Ellie.”

#college!au #college!ellie williams #dina tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #rivals to lovers #slow burn #the last of us

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚

Cw: fluff, poly!fem!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh

Part two: Y/N and Gayatri meet Gwen, Miles and Hobie

>You were Gayatri's best friend

>Have you ever seen those two girls who cannot be separated for the life of them? The ones that do every school project together? The ones that feed each other at lunch while giggling? The ones that are always wearing matching bff necklaces or rings? Ok, those best friends

>And everyone knew you and Gayatri were a package deal, if she made a new friend, they were your friend too, if you made one, it was hers too, if someone gave the other weird vibes, then you would minimize contact with them

>You were attached at the hip since middle school

>You remember the first time you decided to put makeup on, you took your mom's makeup kit and Gayatri used all the knowledge she gathered from 2010's youTube makeup tutorials to apply it on you, you did the same. It looked patchy, you didn't powder, and used awful toned shades, but it was enough for you and for her (every photo belonging to that time period has been purposefully destroyed)

>Your friendship with Gayatri always seemed perfectly normal to you, it was all just girls being girls, admiring her for afar, loving her (platonically!!!111!!!11!!!!) more than anything you've ever known, feeling at home when she hugged you and you could smell her hair, thinking no one else in this world could understand you like she does, getting mad when boys flirted with her (they're not good enough for your friend!!!)

>just girls being girls

>"I'm glad you didn't go out with Akshay, he looks nice, but I heard he's a flirt" Gayatri stated while putting on mascara in the school bathroom, you mindlessly fixed your hair

>There had been a handful of boys who would leave notes in your lockers, or timidly offer to walk one of you home, but most often than not, they were met with rejection, from picky excuses, to the classic "my dad won't let me date"

>It happened a couple times, but the boyfriends wouldn't last more than a week before you simply decided there was no spark, and ran to each other's house to gossip about it

>"I'm giving up on boys, none of them understand me, or treat me that good, they're so weird" Gayatri complained and paused to bring another spoonful of kulfi to her mouth "You make me feel better than any boy anyway, maybe you're my prince charming" she laughed angelically, bright eyes and her lips glossed over with some lipstick and some remains of the frozen treat you were sharing. That happened some time ago, and even though she laughed, she didn't accept anyone else after that, but she was just joking, right?

>You were sure there wasn't a force in the universe that could separate you from your best friend, even her family loved you as one of their own, there was nothing to be done

>Until you locked eyes with a guy that bumped into you in the hallways

>You stared at him and heard him mutter an apology, but you were too busy scanning all his features to register what was happening

>The mystery boy was a transfer student that started going to your class

>His name was Pavitr, and you would sometimes speak to him, he lived closer to you than Gayatri did, so after you got to her house in the walk after school, there was a solid 10 minutes you had alone with Pavitr

>He was so energetic and joyful, you didn't want to admit you liked him, but there was only so much hotness in you cheeks one could attribute to the spring sun in Mumbattan

>Gayatri was friends with him too, he was just as happy go-lucky as he was with you, you liked that he didn't make neither of you feel excluded from conversations or inside jokes, would he be the same way if you two ever got to date?

>The fantasy of dating Pavitr felt weird, incomplete, you couldn't leave your bestie behind like that! Yes, friends get in relationships, but you weren't just friends, you were best friends forever, super extra duper close friends, soulmate friends!

>But your fantasies came crushing down when she told you "Pavitr's so cute, you know? He's so different from the others, I think I like him, like, like-like him"

>Pavitr Prabhakar was off limits now, you shouldn't even look at him now

>You wouldn't throw the most important friendship you've ever had out of the window for a boy, even if that boy was pretty, the prettiest, and he was kind, and funny, and outgoing, and could light up the whole city with a smile

>sucks to be you, I guess

>a few weeks after that, they started dating, and you wanted to be happy for them, you wanted to be SO BADLY HAPPY, but you felt abandoned, jealous, and so sad

>You had to admit an ugly feeling always boiled in your stomach when Gayatri went on a date, or someone was clearly head over heels for her, but that was because they weren't good enough

>But Pavitr was good enough, he was the best guy, the only man you'd ever trust to date your friend, but the feeling remained

>a little less angry and more sad, but still remained

>They were still close to you, invited you to all their dates, that they would call group hangouts, but you could tell were dates

>At first it was fun, but you always lowered your gaze or pretend to do something else when they hugged, or kissed

>After every kiss, they would both exchange a look with you, but then look away and say something to break the ice, by their eyes, you could tell they were ashamed or saddened, maybe they didn't want to leave you behind and pitied you

>So you stopped going out with them when it clearly was a date, only showing up if there was more people, or if you saw them individually

>"wanna go to the movies w us tomorrow? :)" -Gayatri

>"too busy:/ got homework to catch up on" -you

>"dw luv, I can go your to place and help you w it" -Gayatri

>"ur a bad influence, I'll get distracted" -you

>"true" -Gayatri

>No, you didn't have homework, but seeing your crush and you best friend being cheesy was not the weekend plan you were looking forward to

>When you walked next to Pav, you were stiff and quiet instead of your normal self, he was your friend, but it felt so bad when you could hear your heart beating faster for a boy who was taken, taken by your favorite person in the world

>"I hope Gayatri got better from her allergies, I haven't seen her since last week" Pav said, hoping to break the ice

>"Didn't you go to the movies on Saturday?" You questioned

>"Oh, you couldn't go, it's not the same if it's not the three of us" he answered like it was the most natural thing in the world

>Was really your third wheeling so great to them that they cancelled a date because you weren't there?

>You thought about that for weeks, and wondered how many times it happened since you started to avoid them

>Today Gayatri behaved weird, no one else noticed, but you knew her like the back of your hand,

>She told you she needed you to go to her house after school, it was important

>You didn't push the subject, since she clearly wanted to discuss it in privacy

>A million possibilities ran through you head as you walked to her house, you were scared

>When you came into her room, Pavitr was there, why didn't she tell you? You thought it was a rude thing to do, but she was clearly in distress so you tried to not be so quick to judge

> You sat next to her on the bed, and saw how both of them interchanged nervous looks, Gayatri started speaking, not as nervous as her boyfriend, but still

>"I- I got something to tell you, well, I have a- Pavitr has a crush on you"

>"...What?!" You looked so offended right now, A crush? On you? On someone else? When he was dating the prettiest most amazing girl in the world?! If you were dating Gayatri you would never, ever-

>"It's okay! It's not like that, I like you too!" Her voice interrumpted your mental rambling. Ok, this got way more confusing "I knew I loved you, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship, and when I started liking Pavitr I thought it was over, that we'd go back to being friends, but it felt awkward when you weren't around, and it felt like cheating when we spent time alone"

> Pavitr started "Gayatri is really so amazing, and I love her so much, but I love you so much too, and I thought it wasn't right to her, so I wanted to break up, but she had the same issue. I guess the thing we want to say is, would you give us a chance?" He flashed that charming smile to you, and paired with Gayatri's love-filled gaze, you almost melted

>Of course you liked her, you were so oblivious, that explains literally everything you have ever questioned about your dynamic with her, but maybe you were scared too

>"I'd love to" you shyly responded and held their hands

>Maybe not all relationships have just two wheels, maybe tricycles are thrice as fun

#spiderverse pavitr #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gayatri #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #gayatri singh #Gayatri Singh atsv #Gayatri x Pavitr #Gayatri Singh x reader

[avkima]

~invisible strings:jamie flattersxreader~

Chapter 1

Summary: after Bailey drags Reider (reader) to meet Britain’s friends for a little hangout a quick bond is formed between her and Jamie. Doesn’t matter though, she’s so in the friend zone. P.S summary will change chapter to chapter as new info is given

tags:friend groups, Bailey Bass is your bff, Avatar cast, Sam and Zoe are your parents simply because they can be, fluff, friends to lovers, angst, love triangle if you squint, unrequited love but it’s really not, closed door smut. Stay tuned for some Easter eggs of secret characters and plot lines.

wc: 1.2k

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@neteyams-wh0re

💌💌💌💌

truly don’t think I’ve lived before I found you.

But it was always meant to be

I never saw the world until I looked into your deep brown eyes.

You were there in the little things, but how had our paths never crossed?

I never felt alive until I felt your touch.

As a connected duet we preform this experience together.

I wish to dance with you forever.

For eternity—

Not just till death do us part.

-jamie flatters

* “Shall I compare the to a summers day?”

“I’m more of a fall to be honest”

——————

I really needed to get out of my dorm. Or at least that’s what Bailey had been telling me when she caught me talking to myself while folding laundry. She would barge in unannounced when she felt the need. Today I had been home alone all day so ranting to myself about horrible Professor Quaritch was inevitable.

“I was winning an argument—now I’m off track” I glance at her as she strolls in.

“Oh my apologies weirdo.” She sits down next to me and begins folding too, “Have you been in here all day? It looks spotless!”

My tiny 250 square foot dorm could be cleaned top to bottom in an hour if I was being a perfectionist about it—or I had neglected it that week. But I wasn’t about to go through my whole list of antisocial activities which only included an hour or two of actual school work.

“Yeah mostly, that and Gilmore Girls”

“You live like you have no friends”

I chuckled, “I live like an introvert who has been with her friends all week!”

She frowned.

Bailey was the most bubbly extrovert I’ve met. Most of the time she was very understanding of our opposing personalities but to be honest I think she saw I was more in the dumps than I was letting on.

“Come on, you need to get your mind off of Chris and have some fun tonight!” Bailey gets a twinkle in her eyes, a plan is forming as she pulls me off of the beige couch. “It’s party time!”

I groan “I’m all for a little get together but I don’t know if I’m party ready.” Bailey tugs on my arms back and forth to get me to dance with her.

“Britain invited some of his friends and the group to his apartment. It’s gonna be like so chill, I promise no more than like 7 people.”

I frown, mulling over how truthful that statement really was and how uncomfortable I would be if it truly was a party.

She notices I haven’t exactly been won over and back tracks. “I said party but I didn’t really mean party. It’s so casual and you know me, you know Britain, and you know Jack.” She meets my eyes for the selling point blinking her big green eyes “plenty of people to hide behind.”

I sigh. I hadn’t met any of Britain’s friends but I knew Bailey hangs with them too so they couldn’t be too bad. If anything I can just be introduced and then let Bailey and Jack do all the talking.

“Ok sure.”

“Yay! We can bring drinks, our wine is gonna go bad soon.”

>——————>

October In LA proved to be colder than I usually is. I regretted my sleeveless top but the jeans made up for it. With some chilled Merlot and some odd white claws or two in tow me and Bailey headed out to Britains apartment just off of 110 not far from campus. The smooth car ride in Bailey’s Camry proved useful for my mascara application. She had mentioned some of her boyfriend’s friends were single and encouraged me to at least get out of my sweat pants. I wasn’t getting my hopes up but I guess I was expecting something…maybe.

Britain’s apartment always smelled like something was cooking even when there was no food in the house. Tonight it smelled like burnt…toast?

Bailey scrunches her nose upon entering, “What did you burn?”. She asked Britain who opened the door for us.

“Popcorn.” He kisses her cheek and takes the drinks to the kitchen. “At least we have these” he tosses the bag of popcorn into the trash and takes some plastic cups out of the cabinet.

We set our bags down on the couch and look around at the seemingly empty apartment.

“Where are the boys?” Bailey asks, stepping closer to me. I know what she’s doing.

“Not sure actually,” he looks towards the hallway that led to his and his two roommates rooms. “Party’s here bros!”

My stomach flipped as a guy emerged from the hall, thankfully followed by Jack.

Jack greeted me with a smile and hug, “hey bro.”

The other guy he was with looked pretty friendly, a big smile on his face as he introduced himself. “Hey I’m Duane.”

“Reide.” I smile and shake his hand.

Britain calls out for ‘Filip and Jamie’ who we could hear laughing in one of the bedrooms down the hallway while we had been making our introductions.

One Filip and Jamie come walking down the hall—though I do not know which is which. They were still chuckling to each other from their conversation.

Bailey linked arms, probably trying to ground me with all these new people…new boys.

“So this is Jamie,” she gestures to the brunette with the sharper features who also seemed to be a few inches shorter than “and this is Filip.”

“this is Reider.” She finishes

“Everyone just calls me ‘Re or Reide.” I smile at them giving him my best attempt at confidence.

“Good to see you Reide.” Filip says he seems less chummy with me but this almost gives me more solidarity with him.

Jamie’s eyes catch my attention. They are blue or maybe hazel. The apartment lighting is still enough to see that he’s pretty. One of the hotter guys I’ve ever seen on campus.

“That’s a pretty name, ‘Reide.” He shakes my hand.

My flick wider and my cheeks grow hot.

He’s fucking British.

“Oh wow you have an accent.” Shove my hands in my back pocket, again posing myself as confident to make up for how frocking nervous I was to be talking to a cute boy.

“Yeah I’m from London.” His smile tells me he’s had this conversation a lot.

I panic a bit, not knowing whether he rather me just move on from his Britishness or if it would be rude to be so disinterested.

Bailey comes in to save me. “Well Britain burnt the single snack he had so is anyone up for a snack run?”

We all agreed the night would end in a movie and some games as we piled into Duane’s van.

He graciously offered to drive us to Walmart. Jack jumped in the passenger seat and immediately grabbed the auxcord.

The seating arrangement left me sitting in the middle of Jamie and Bailey. He smelled good though like cinnamon, vanilla and maybe pine. I hoped I smelled good, seeing as my body was so close to his. He was even cuter up close.

Jack started playing Get Him Back by Olivia Rodrigo and from there the chaos sprung. The boys belted the lyrics as if they had just been through some gut wrenching break up with their gaslighting boyfriend.

I giggled with Bailey, content. They seemed pretty cool but the night has just begun.

#avatar movie #avatar way of water #fanfic #awow x reader #awow imagines #jamie flatters imagine #jamie flatters #jamie flatters x reader #use of reader but her name is literally Reider #bailey bass #jack champion #filip geljo #duane evans jr #sam worthington #zoe saldana #trinity bliss #avatar depression #jake sully #awow neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #friends to lovers #friendzone #unrequited love #crushes #fluff #angst with a happy ending #crossover #college au #autumn

[may-moskowitz]

Could u do smtg with Hawk were chubby reader gets stood up on a date and she's like his BFF and he is really angry about it bc he's secretly n love with her and thinks she can do way better than the guy that stood her up? She/her for reader and happy ending for her and Hawk?

Awh I fucking love this concept🥹

Warnings: self belittling, crying, hawk doing that stupid nostril flare + jaw clench combo

(Unedited!)

Eli barely heard the knock at the door over the heavy rain that had been falling for the last hour. He lazily pulled himself out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way down the stairs while the knocking continued.

“Jesus… hold your fucking horses I’m coming”

Eli whipped the door open, gaze softening when he realized who was behind the door. Eli’s best friend was stood in front of him, dress soaked and mascara running down her face as she continued to let out quick sobs.

“Aw fuck, c’mere babe.” Eli pulled her inside before closing the door, she immediately pulled him into a hug. He could care less that he was slowly becoming drenched, he’d never seen her this upset so his main concern was who or what did this to her. She cried into his bare chest as he brushed his fingers over her hair doing his best to console her.

“K… c’mon,” he took her hand and led her upstairs to his room to find her something dry to wear, she followed quickly behind him holding tightly onto his fingers.

He opened up his closet and rifled around through his clothes, looking for something for her to throw on. “Here, these should be pretty warm. There’s towels in the bathroom too if you wanna dry off first… shit dude, what the hell happened?” Eli passed her one of his long sleeves and a pair of his pyjama pants.

Reader looked up at him with a pout, taking the clothes from his hands before heading into the bathroom to change. Eli would never pressure her to tell him anything, but something awful happened to her and he was growing more irritated over it by the minute.

While he waited for her to return Eli went back downstairs to grab her a glass of water with extra ice, and two squeezes of kool-aid water enhancer, a very specific combination that she’s been drinking at his house for years. He made his way back upstairs at the sound of the bathroom door opening, meeting her halfway to hand her the glass and gently guide her back to his room by placing his hand on the small of her back. The two sat down on the edge of his bed, Eli waited patiently for some kind of explanation as she took a sip from the cold glass.

Eli just stared at her.

“So… are you ok? I mean, I’ve never seen you this upset and you came into my house drenched with rain so obviously something happened…” Eli began,

“Do you maybe feel like telling me what it was?”

Reader removed the glass from her lips, taking a second to collect herself before telling Eli why she was so hurt.

“You remember how I was supposed to go on that date? With that one really nice guy I told you about?”

He nodded his head,

“He um… well, he stood me up…” Reader began to cry before Eli quickly took hold of her hands.

He ran his fingers over her knuckles as he listened to her quick sobs yet again, tears began to hit the gaps in between their hands.

“Reader,” Eli pulled her against him hoping to comfort her better, “shhhh… shit, I’m so sorry…” Eli kept his arms around her as she completely broke down in his arms, he rested his head against hers as he softly ran his arm up and down her back.

“I- I just don’t understand, Eli,” reader spoke through her broken sobs, “I don’t understand, why can’t I just f-fucking… just be pretty??”

“Hey-” he tried to intervene her self belittling,

“I just want to be pretty Eli! I don’t want to look the way I look, it’s… it’s just not fucking fair!”

Reader was screaming into him now, Eli couldn’t help the way his jaw clenched at her words, with each one his nostrils would flare angrily. He pulled her head from his chest, his hands holding each side carefully.

“Reader, listen to me for Christ sake.” A few sobs still escaped from her lips, Eli gently wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

“The way you look has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you got stood up tonight, you were stood up because some asshole took you for granted and fucked himself big time by skipping out on a girl like you,”

Hawk wasn’t angry with her, he was hurt that she’d say such things about herself. He’s had a crush on her since they were like 10, he’s always seen her for the gorgeous girl that she is. How could anyone ditch reader?

“You, are so beautiful, and I really want you to see that. That asshole doesn’t deserve you, and you? You deserve the whole fucking world, reader…”

Her arms were instantly thrown around him, holding him as close to her as she possibly could. Eli held the back of her head as he gently kissed the side of her head, “and I will always be here to give that to you if nobody else can.” She continued to sob lightly into his shoulder as he began to rock her side to side in his arms. She lifted her head to his ear to quickly whisper the words she felt he’d want to hear,

“I love you so much, Eli Moskowitz… thank you for always being here with me.” He just smiled lightly against her, hoping she meant the same “love” he meant.

➿➰➿➰➿➰➿➰➿➰➿➰➿➰➿➰➿➰

#cobra kai #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #jacob bertrand #eli moskowitz x reader #Eli Moskowitz x chubby reader #fluff

[hazelsstupidshit]

Alright I normally never write anything so im a bit rust so bear with me. (this is also after I listened to bff and just knew it had to be Tim fucking Laflour)

minors dni oral fem receiving missionary unprotected sex

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Yn had went into college dating the same boy since junior high Darryl Witherspoon. she really cared about him but noticed he distanced himself from her and had eyes for another girl. Darryl grew apart from her after her bipolar got worse. She would often become manic and pierce or tattoo herself. On the flip side she would get depressed and not socialize or get out of bed which then led her to gain weight. Darryl didn't like her new appearance it wasn't the girl he fell in love with. Once he got space from her by moving into a new dorm he met his dormmate Tim he knew she'd get along with him. This was fine since he'd been thinking about dumping her for a month. He had too much on his plate to even think about keeping her around. Once YN received a text from her boyfriend reading the message she had a gut feeling. It felt like her heart sank out of her ass. She fought tears back as she walked toward his dorm. She knew he would dump her eventually. So why was she so upset? She questioned herself and wondered if she was just being dramatic. Once she arrived Tim opened the door for her and held it for her as a welcome. When she saw Darryl kissing another girl. She was the complete opposite of what she looked like she had a small frame no piercings or tattoos and brown hair. Yn felt extremely self conscious as she ran her fingers through her black hair it had a blue tint since her last color hair color was a bright blue. Tim was concerned after seeing the girls reaction to what he thought was normal.

yn pov

I ran into the dorms bathroom to hide my tears. I stared at myself in the mirror comparing myself to who he was kissing. She wore a floral baby tee and light jeans. I felt like shit compared to her. I was wearing a bleached deftones shirt and a pair of black shorts and knee socks. I stared at myself to the point where tears eventually stained myself. My mascara and eyeliner dripped into my eyes the burning feeling distracted me from hearing steps approaching the door. I heard a soft knock and I fumed thinking it was Darryl. About to flip my shit I opened the door and met icy blue eyes and my face dropped from anger to a shocked expression.

Tim asked if I was alright and stepped closer to me automatically I backed up to allow him in. He explained to me that he thought me and Darryl were just friends since he noticed he was distant. If he had known he would've told me since we had been close ourselves. We bonded over the bands I listened to and our similar piercings. He sat on the tub and looked up to wipe the mess of black tears off my eyes and cheeks. When he pulled me into a hug I realized how I had felt about Tim. In that moment I felt a strong urge to just kiss him. I listened to what my body wanted me to do. I leaned in to kiss him and he surprisingly kissed back.

After I pulled away I apologized realizing what I had done. He told me it was okay and I leaned in once again. His nose ring hooked into my septum ring during the kiss and he smiled in the kiss. I giggled as he pulled the out. For the first time in what felt like ages a mixture of lust and pure joy filled my body making my heart skip a beat. He noticed my expression and smiled himself. Tim led me to his bed and we continued our make out.

Tim's pov

I knew that i had to check on her. Something drove me to although I had anxiety approaching the door I heard sniffling and knew she was crying. She was my best friend and I could tell what had been going on. The urge to knock on the door muted my anxiety. When I knocked she answered looking angry but her face dropped as we locked eyes. I stepped in and did my best to comfort her and we eventually ended up kissing. To me she was the prettiest girl without trying mascara dripping and puffy eyes. I wished I could hold her forever. The kiss melted me she knows most of my secrets except one. She was all I wanted in a girl. Whenever she would come over all I could think about was her body. I would zone out thinking about caressing her curves. I frequently daydreamed about holding her big thighs on the sides of my head as she moans of pleasure while my tongue laps her clit.

Yn pov again

After we were on his bed I straddled his hips with mine carefully avoiding his belly button piercing I didn't realize how low my hips were on his. Kissing him I noticed his hard on pressing my thighs. I left love bites on his neck as his hands my hips then my waist until they met my tits. Without thinking I moaned which called Darryl to recognize the moan he had heard countless of times before. Darryl walked into the shared room. As if it were nothing he closed the door and walked to his bed and passed out probably drunk. Tim didn't care he unzipped his skinny jeans and pulled my shirt over my head. He tossed out clothes somewhere in the room. Tim flipped us over so he was on top and took off his shirt. He helped me out of my shorts and pulled his shirt off. He towered over me staring at my body in admiration as I did his. He had abs and his arms flexed as propped himself up over me. Our eyes darkened in lust and our lips met each other again. perfect fit he muttered. He was right his lip piercing fit between my snake bites every time we kissed. One hand toyed with my nipple ring while the other rubbed circles around my clit. I gripped the sheets beneath me as he moved down between my thighs. he spread the apart his muscles becoming more apparent. He kelt rubbing circles on my clit while tongue fucking me mercilessly. I saw him grinding against the sheets seeking friction. The sight sent me over the edge as I came with a loud moan. He licked me clean and moved back up to align himself with my entrance he pushed himself into me quickly filling me up. He moaned into the sheets slightly above my head I whimpered at the stretch. "So tight" he muttered under his breath. I blushed at the praise. He whispered to me begging me to keep moaning he wanted to hear me. He was panting throwing his head back when he heard my whimpers as he pounded into me. With every thrust we edged up the bed slightly. He groaned when he felt my walls clench around him hitting my g spot with his prince albert. He sped up reaching his climax he covered my neck big blotchy hickeys all over my neck his cum painted my walls and sent me over the edge I let out my loudest moan as my eyes rolled back. He thrusted his hips a few more times before pulling out his seed dripping out with it. He cleaned me up before laying down with me he fell asleep holding me in his arms I felt safe and genuinely loved.

#tim laflour #matthew lillard smut #matthew lillard x reader

[iconocon]

consequences of monaco | leclerc | 2

summary: can we even be fixed?

warnings: cheating, swearing, alcohol, those weird monaco rumors

part 1 part 3 part 4

word count: 2.1 k (i am in pain btw) | ⚔︎ ANGST

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running out of that motorhome in a full sprint the last thing on your mind was the other people passing by in the paddock. knowing exactly what you looked like to them and also knowing exactly how bad it looked for charles yet you didn’t stop your feet instead you only picked up against the asphalt. you knew the media were gonna have a field day at the sight of the mascara pouring down in waves as you made your break for the parking lot. if you thought hard enough you could imagine the scandalous headlines now.

"longtime bff of scuderia driver in tears after p4 finish" or maybe even

"heartbreak in monaco? did leclerc finally cut her off?”

the media was not known for being sympathetic to your cause. they thrived in any way to initiate a witch hunt against you if even a toe stepped out of a PR-perfected box of the doting best friend. it seemed that even in your purest intentions you were still left with mountains of hate by people who didn't even know you or want to know you for that matter. the videos of you weaving between reporters giving driver interviews would create the start of a twitter speculation firestorm of what could have gone down in the short span of ten minutes to cause charles walking into the home to you sprinting out.

you had to pull yourself together, you had to breathe, and most importantly you had to get the fuck out of monaco. there weren't many places you could escape from the world at, but you did know where a certain french driver kept his spare keys so in the mess of your mind you knew the only obvious option was waiting for you in milan.

-

as you sat on a plane wallowing in your own self pity, licking your wounds, watching as the clouds raced by charles himself did not look much better. the room felt so much smaller and maybe even weirdly colder without your energy. his face staying hidden in his hands as he sat on the very same couch as you did earlier waiting for him to come back from his ruined race.

he couldn’t explain why he said those hurtful words or why he pushed you away like he did. coming to terms with your distancing relationship was as hard for him as it was for you, but it was easier to distract himself in other ways, other projects. even when he held all the power in the duo he wasn’t quite sure how to make it all easier. he would be completely stupid if he didn’t realize the way you looked at him. but he would also be completely stupid if he acted upon the irrational thoughts in his brain. which he had had often when it came to you. what if he loved you? he didn’t know if he loved you as you did him but he did know he couldn’t live without you in his life. the only aspect of his very public life that he was entirely too selfish with was you. he knew deep down that if you asked him to give up on whatever the two of you shared so you could move on to someone else, someone who deserved to love you, he couldn’t do it. he needed to be the shining pillar in your life there was no sharing option in his jealous-filled eyes but one thought took up every inch of his mind as he stared at the white-knuckled balled-up fist in his lap.

can we even be fixed?

⏤

milan - 6 hrs later

getting into pierre’s house was a little too easy. you would think that someone that made the amount of money he made that he would invest in some type of security other than a building that didnt even check your ID. in fact you didn’t even have to even go as far as to look for the key he kept under an eiffel tower floor matt that sat in front of his bachelor pad. as soon as you walked into the building the receptionist even looked at you strangely eyes scanning your frame also probably wondering how you managed to get in here, but thankfully she didn’t exactly ask that question because you weren’t sure if you could even tell her.

“do you need help?” it was almost ironic because yes, you needed a lot of it, switching from one foot to another to show your hesitation you nodded. “I’m a friend of pierre gasly’s?”

“gasly’s? one second”

where she went behind her posh little desk in the middle of the glass building you had no clue, all you knew is that it felt like it took forever for her to come back and when she did she was carrying a key.

“sorry for the wait he's kind hard guy to get ahold of” at the mention of the driver it was almost like clockwork for your phone to go off, speak of the french devil and he shall answer you suppose. the text sound blaring as you swap possession of the keys before getting a chance to even look at it.

don’t do anything i wouldn’t do ma colobmbe

if you weren’t so numb to your emotions you probably would’ve laughed at the dumb nickname he has called you since you were kids. the memory of you hitting a bird in your bright pink kart came rushing back pairing itself in the form of a smile as you knew you could always count on him to make you feel better.

walking into his flat, the smell of pierre's cologne almost made you audibly sigh but they also came along with thoughts that maybe you should’ve waited for him and asked him to run away with you. you knew if anyone would hold you and let you cry it out it was him. he wouldn’t even have to ask questions he would just know how to make it all stop hurting, but instead, you were alone in his empty apartment sitting now on his cloud-like gray-clad couch. the same one you helped him pick out when he got this apartment. once again you couldn’t help your wandering brain at the newfound comfort. some part of you wondered what charles was doing right now. was he sorry? was he out celebrating that he was finally free from you? did he mean everything that was said? eventually, the thoughts felt like they were eating you alive almost to the point where you knew you had to find out about his whereabouts. finding yourself instinctively clicking the blue app on your phone you were sucked into the whirlwind of rumors that was the world of formula 1.

“mexican driver cheats on his wife on party boat??”

“ricciardo married with a lil ricciardo on the way? read all about the wedding HERE”

“ferrari drivers single after fight in monaco club”

now that one caught your attention, automatically hovering over the expand button you found your eyes skimming over the different translations of the night. your name showing up often as you continued to scroll through the night. i mean it was no surprise after your temper tantrum earlier in the afternoon to be the topic of the thread. it read about how charles broke up with his girlfriend after she asked why you were crying in a very, heavily packed night club. next it read how carlos’ girlfriend joined in and it just turned into a big mess of conspiracies after that as respective fans put their two cents in. none of it really made any sense.

why would he fight with her about you? he showed all too well how much he didn’t give a fuck about what happened to you when he made you leave. out of pure frustration, you found yourself throwing that very same device you were hypnotized by flung into the nearby wall body sinking into the couch as the satisfying sound of it bouncing against the drywall was the last sound in the apartment for the night.

buZz brrrr

buZZZ brrr

the next sound in the dark italian apartment was this brutal buzzing sound waking you out of slumber.

god, your head was pounding.

BUZZ BRRRR

the sound only got louder as you stood up finally seeing the bright slightly shattered screen on the hard tiled floor from your spot in front of the couch. now you knew you shouldn’t answer. you saw perfectly well who was calling. you knew the karting photo like the back of your own hand but now in the eerie darkness, it was almost mocking you as you raised it to your ear.

“ROSE” the slur that came out above the blasting club music made you scrunch your nose in disgust at how drunk he sounded.

“talk and talk fast perceval”

“come onnnnn why can’t you just come bac-" the most unattractive hiccup broke up his sentence as he continued with his rant. "please come home I mis- im sorrrrry okay"

“I’m hanging up rig-“

“I love you rose” oof- there went the gut punch again. when did he get so good at knocking all the air out of your lungs? did he have some weird pain kink when it came to you, was he enjoying this? the desperation in his drunk voice was begging you to forgive him but once again you found yourself beating up your own mental psyche over your next steps. instead of making you sentimental and giddy, his words made you furious. this wasn't how you treated someone you loved, someone you cared about, the next words came out white-hot and like a faucet as they oozed out of your mouth.

“I really wished I believed you charles. I wish I could believe what comes out of your drunk mouth. you don’t know what love is and I’m sorry for trying to make you be something you aren’t just so I could keep you for even a second longer. I’ll never forgive myself for loving you”

“rose wait-“

the line disconnected as once again you found yourself crying sobbing mess because of your best friend breaking your heart off into its final piece. fingers moving fast against the keyboard you sent one final message before this time taking the time to turn off the device knowing you couldn't withstand the flurry of calls or text that would come next.

“please come home”

⏤

the arms around you were so warm, even familiar, that you sunk right into them, your face automatically finding the soft part of the stranger's neck. firm fingers wrapped around your thighs and back squeezing you tight against a chest as you wiggled in your sleep drunk state. those same arms left you as quick as they came as you were placed into a soft bed, instead of letting them go though, you cling harder to the warm body.

“ma colobmbe let go”

knowing only one person in the world who would dare call you that stupid nickname you suddenly realize why the stranger wasn’t such a stranger. the ocean blue eyes and messy hair were such a sight for sore eyes as somehow you cling even harder around the neck of your friend fingers digging into his tanned skin.

“tell me what to do, i’ll do anything to make it better”

without even thinking about the consequences of your own actions you surprised even yourself as your lips crashed into matching ones. you didn’t expect him to even kiss you back, actually, you don’t even think you expected anything at all from him. you definitely however did not expect him to kiss you back harder. the pair became heated quickly as both of you understood you needed anything but soft at that moment. teeth clashed together, bite marks lingered on freshly bruised flesh, and groans filled up silent air. as he finally gave up his pursuit and started attacking down your neck in an aggressive open-mouthed manner it left your mouth open to moan his name in his own ear.

“pierre- we should-“

“don’t ruin this for me” the tone in his thick french accent was anything but playful as his hand reached down between the two of your intertwined bodies snaking its way in between the waistband of your pants and the bright red ferrari shirt you picked out of your dresser just that morning. his actions did their job of shutting you up finding yourself now relaxing while his sweet nothings lured you into pure pleasure. you weren’t sure what the next day would bring but at that moment you decided it was your turn to be selfish. it was your turn to be taken care of.

⏤

ma colombe - my dove/pigeon in french I THINK

slightly happy ending?? slutty pierre strikes again thanks for all the love on curse of monaco i appreciate all the kind messages!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #pierre gasly x reader #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #formula one x reader #f1 one shot #f1 x oc #driver x reader #pierre gasly #charles x reader #charles leclerc x reader #leclerc imagine #f1 x you #PART 2 #📗 #monaco series!

[victorferrariforever]

CHAY SUEDE? não! é apenas VICTORIO BERNARDES, ele é filho de NIKE do chalé DEZESSETE e tem 26 ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL 3 por estar no acampamento há ONZE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, VICTOR é bastante GENTIL mas também dizem que ele é ORGULHOSO, ARROGANTE, PRESUNÇOSO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

BIOGRAFIA . CONEXÕES DESEJADAS

SOBRE . . .

Filho de um corredor de F1, fruto de uma competição entre o pai dele e o pai do @santoroleo, presentes de NIKE.

Cresceu como estrela prodígio das corridas, ascendendo com facilidade (além de ser nepobaby) e virando bff do Leo.

Vem no acampamento nas férias mas odeia, prefere ficar em Mônaco bebendo e festando.

Teve um acidente há uns 3 anos que acabou com a carreira dele, além de deixar ele sem perna também.

Ele lida com isso bebendo e festando.

PODERES . . .

MANIPULAÇÃO DE ENERGIA CINÉTICA -> Ele controla energia cinética, ou seja, energia de movimentação, bem como a energia potencial de um objeto. Era muito útil nas corridas, quando podia entrar em túneis de vento criados pelos demais carros e amplificar a velocidade do veículo, mesmo que ligeiramente, mas também funciona igualmente bem com outras habilidades atléticas, conferindo agilidade em seus movimentos, seja em corridas ou lutas corporais.

Nas lutas corporais, ele é adepto de um estilo mais aéreo que lembra capoeira e o aikido, reforçado pelos seus poderes, colocando distância e agilidade nos golpes, o que tende a fazer um estilo marcial muito visualmente bonito.

ARMA -> facas de arremesso de bronze celestial com pequenas asas no cabo, símbolo de Niké. Victor as controla, principalmente, por meio de seu poder cinético, ampliando ou alterando seu curso de movimento. Ele tem um conjunto completo com 26, que ficam presas ao torso dele.

BÊNÇÃO -> Após seu acidente, Victor se viu despido de propósito de vida— crescera certo de que seria um vencedor, tão acostumado com o pódio, com as vitórias, com a vida que fora tudo que conhecera enquanto filho de Tomás. Ele se viu afundado na mais profunda depressão. Seu pai, então, em desespero, retornou às pistas depois da aposentadoria. Correu uma última corrida em homenagem à deusa Nike, e venceu contra os maiores corredores da atualidade, muito mais jovens e preparados. A deusa, conquistada como fora anos atrás pelo seu querido corredor, concedeu uma bênção ao filho em nome do pai, embora não fosse o que o homem tinha em mente. Victor foi agraciado pela mãe com a capacidade de dar discursos motivadores, capazes de inspirar e dar um boost (muito mais psicológico que físico) num exército com imagens de vitória.

PERSONALIDADE . . .

Victor tem uma personalidade envolvente e avassaladora, que atrai as pessoas da melhor (e pior) maneira possível. Comunicativo, engraçado e extrovertido, embora muitas vezes isso seja uma máscara para tudo que pensa e sente de verdade---algo que pouquíssimas pessoas têm acesso. Orgulhoso e arrogante, embora consigo mesmo mais que com outras pessoas. A vida toda, lidou com um ego gigantesco e uma autoconfiança excessiva, e pagou o preço por isso (aparentemente, uma perna). Agora, Victor lida com uma insegurança que nunca sentiu na vida causada pela perda de propósito, e mascara tudo com a personalidade magnética, fazendo as piores escolhas possíveis e aprendendo absolutamente nada, porque ele é persistente até (e principalmente) nos próprios erros.

#swf:intro #deem amor ao meu filho #ele bebe e festa #eh o filho de dionísio q eu nao posso deixar a xan ser

[totallylost4you]

Kaylor fights and/or break-ups

Grab some tissues. It hits different 😭 ____________________________________

In May 2015, a blind item came out that said Karlie was moving things out from Taylor's apartment.

2020: Five years later in the song EXILE, Taylor referred to this fight that they supposedly had in the same way.

In 2019, Taylor on the album LOVER made it clear that her muse is from the USA, that New York screams her muse's name and that her muse has a garden gate in the West Village Karlie is from the USA, New York screams her name and she had a garden gate in the West Village.

That place was very special for their relationship because Taylor was seen there very often and she moved to New York and bought an apartment near there to hang out with Karlie in her apartment.

2019: A month after the album LOVER came out, Karlie sold her apartment in the West Village which has a garden gate.

👇👇 READ ON 👇👇 READ ON

And a year later (2020), in EXILE Taylor refers to this by saying that this person was her town, but that she is now in exile watching this person out (??selling their special place and moving out??)

I think I've seen this film before. And I didn't like the ending. You're not my homeland anymore. So what am I defending now? You were my town. Now I'm in exile, seein' you out. I think I've seen this film before.

YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN single was released on June 14, 2019

On June 25, 2019 a blind item came out saying that if Taylor wanted to come out, she couldn't mention Karlie:

And also Karlie did an interview about how much she enjoyed her new life and Taylor is briefly mentioned in it as one of her "friends", as if she was just a wrinkle

And a year later - 2020 - Taylor would refer to this in CLOSURE saying that her lover is now enjoying a new life and how Taylor feels that she is a wrinkle or something that could ruin the new life that person has built without her

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME (2020): I could feel the mascara run. You told me that you met someone. Glass shattered on the white cloth. Everybody moved on. I, I stayed there.

In 2018 and 2019, Karlie had two weddings and even though Taylor was invited, she didn't attend, she said absolutely nothing about it and Taylor's team just said she was too busy

October 2018: But the same day or the next (it's confusing because of the time zones) of the first wedding Taylor sang I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE completely sad as a surprise song. Taylor and Karlie met when Taylor was performing that song

Two years later - 2020 - Taylor would refer to these weddings in EVERMORE. In RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME Taylor sings about how the person she used to love left her and shortly there after married and built a new life without her

In this song there is a clear reference to a tradition in Jewish Weddings. Glass shattered on the white cloth. Karlie converted to Judaism and had a Jewish Wedding

"Hair pin drop": We all know that this line is gay and what it means in this context is that Taylor's silence and her not attending Karlie's two weddings was something that confirmed that there was something more than a friendship between them

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it. She's still 23 inside her fantasy. How it was supposed to be. Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it. She's still 23 inside her fantasy. And you're sitting in front of me.

Taylor was 23 when she became Karlie's bff.

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS (2020) is about how Taylor lost her golden muse because she wasn't ready to get married and how she watched this person walk away not knowing what to do

"One for the money two for the show" Karlie had two weddings and this phrase appears in the photoshoot they did together in 2014

In HAPPINESS (2020), Taylor tells how she spent seven years with this person and how she felt like she was in heaven. Taylor wrote this song a month after it was seven years since she met Karlie

This is a clear reference to Karlie because in REPUTATION and LOVER, Taylor relates heaven and religion to this person. Karlie was a Victoria's Secret Angel

HITS DIFFERENT (2022): Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief. In the good in the world, you once believed in me. And I felt you and I held you for a while. Bet I could still melt your world. Argumentative, antithetical dream girl. // Movin' on was always easy for me to do. It hits different (Yeah). It hits different 'cause it's you.

Are all the Eras tour BETTY stories true? Taylor already said Betty is the love of James' life. James had to fight to get Betty back! And she believes in a Happy End. (SEE THIS LINK)

Are we getting a Kaylor reunion or was that it...?! Anything to add?

(most parts by lavenderfishboy!)

#kaylor #breakup #gaylor #gaylor swift #taylor swift #karlie kloss #relationship #lgbt pride #reputation

[oneforthemunny]

Hey babygirl, what are some beauty products that you absolutely swear by???

oooh this is a fun one.

ok sephora collection micropressed powder is severely underrated. gives you a natural, lit from within glow that feels like skin and is so much better than the matte look (imo bc I have dry skin).

I’ve been loving the natrium phyto lip balms bc they’re so nourishing and pretty and make your lips look so juicy. I usually line it with a lip liner (colourpop bff 2 is my fave nude).

I’ve been liking the surreal falsies mascara after @carolmunson rec and it doesn’t fucking move. wore it to multiple funerals this summer and did not move. fuck proof and cry proof so a win.

a splurge, but I am a huge fan of the merit concealer stick. good for acneic skin, doesn’t make me break out, covers but looks natural and so fuckin easy to blend.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks

[amaretigris]

Near Perfection

0.9k words | Pure fluff. Language warning but that's it

Imagine you get home from a night out with your bff. She's the only one you feel comfortable enough to go drinking and clubbing with, besides Jonah. Your friend had stopped drinking a few hours prior so that she could be your DD. She drives you home and walks you to your door.

You're still slurring and stumbling so she wraps her arms around you and helps you up the stairs. She knocks on the door of yours and Jonah's apartment and waits patiently for him to answer while you rub her hair and lean your head on her shoulder.

"I love you, bitch. Thanks for taking me dancin'."

Vanessa looks at you and smiles. "I love you too, bitch. Best bitches for life."

Just then, the door swings open. Jonah is in a t shirt and pajama pants and holds out his arms to you with a small chuckle after taking in your appearance.

"(Y/n), babe, did you have fun tonight?"

You hiccup and stumble towards Jonah, who steps forward and gracefully catches you in his arms.

"Hell yeah. Vanessa took good care of me. She's the best."

Smiling warmly at you, Jonah looked back at Vanessa.

"Thank you for taking care of her. Do you need anything?"

Vanessa politely smiles back. "Nope, I'm good. And you're welcome. Just take care of this one." She looks pointedly at you. "I fed her before I brought her home so hopefully she won't get sick."

Jonah nods and starts closing the door; no easy task with you now squirming in his arms. "I will. Thanks again, Vanessa. Be safe getting home."

Once the door closes, you pull out of Jonah's arms and start stripping. He watches you, amused, but making sure you don't fall.

He smirks. "What're you doing there, love?"

You turn back to him and sway, having managed to kick off your shoes and peel your shirt off. "I'm stripping for you, Jonah. Giving my man a little show." You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively and wrap your arms around his neck.

Jonah couldn't help but laugh. You're so damn cute when you're drunk. He's noticed that you somehow just get softer and more loving towards him. 

"That's not necessary, hun. I'm lucky enough to see your beautiful body every day." He pecks you on the nose. "Also, we should get you to bed."

You jut your bottom lip out in a pout. "Aww, no fooling around? Don't you think I'm sexy?"

Jonah stifles another laugh. He puts his hands on your cheeks and looks into your eyes as you stand mesmerized - only seeing baby blue. "Of course I think you're sexy, (Y/n). You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. We need to get you ready for bed though, so I'll make you a deal. If you can stay awake while I get you ready, we'll make out when we lay down."

Your eyes widen and you jump up and down in excitement. "Yes! Deal!"

Jonah smiles and kisses your forehead before taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom. He sits you down on the toilet lid before grabbing the makeup removing wipes. Gently wiping your face, he notices that your eyes are starting to look droopy as he cleans off the eye shadow and mascara.

When that's done, he urges you to stand up and brush your teeth. He watches you slowly go through the motions with your toothbrush and thinks to himself that, despite standing here in your bra and skirt, with your hair looking a little messy, you're the most precious thing in the world to him.

Watching you spit out your toothpaste and try to rinse your mouth, Jonah hands you a towel. Once you're finished, Jonah takes your hand again and leads you into the bedroom.

You immediately walk to the end of the bed and plop your back on the mattress, with your bottom half dangling off. Jonah smiles as he grabs your favorite pj set of shorts and a cami from the dresser. Walking over and working your bottoms off, he checks in with you.

"(Y/n), we're going to make out, right?"

He hears light snoring as he slides your shorts on. He tries to sit you up and you pop up, pretending to be awake.

"Huh? What?"

"Can you take your bra off and put your shirt on, doll?" he practically whispers.

You close your eyes as you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, shoving it off your arms and throwing it to the floor.

"Arms up, buttercup."

You dutifully lift your arms above your head with your eyes still closed. You try to flop back to lay down again once your shirt is on, but Jonah catches you with an arm behind your back.

"Can we move you up the bed, (Y/n)? You can't sleep down here." He watches you intently.

You nod and let him swoop an arm behind your knees as well to pick you up in a bridal carry like it's nothing. You hum and rest your head against his chest while Jonah walks around the bed posts to the right side of the bed. He reaches out to pull the covers back before gently laying you down.

Tucking you in and kissing your forehead, Jonah walks to switch off the light before sliding into bed and spooning you. He nuzzles his nose in between your shoulder blades, smelling your hair and letting out a relaxed sigh before he feels his own eyelids getting heavy.

You might not be perfect, but you were pretty damn near it in his eyes.

#jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king imagine #my stuff

[softspaceboibrian]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Chapter 4 || Eddie Munson

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: he is realising he is actually falling in love. and she's just her normal anxious self.

Warnings: talk of trauma, anxiety, nightmares, overthinking, and a car accident (not in detail). swear words; mutual pining; Steve being a douche, again, but then also Steve being the cutest, overprotective bff; fluff and bad writing.

WC: 6071 (and we're back to not being able to know where to stop while writing)

A/N: Once again, thank you everyone for the love and support! it really makes me feel special and appreciated! this story as become particularly important to me, and I really hope I can continue writing it for a long time! Another thing that I wrote in the post with the preview: Y/N's trauma is linked to her father. Since we know nothing about Mr Handerson from the series, I took the liberty to write my own version, and I always thought he had died, and that was why Mrs Henderson has kept her husband's last name. I hope this won't be a problem for anyone.

Taglist: @263adder @criminalyetminimal @christina-gg22 @beautyandthenovels @ssqra @yournan69 @lovesleepybearwriter @phantomxoxo @mushywutty @authorlovers @sxwyxr @jessyballet @carebearsofie @zanmorgan @quartz-queer [if you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!!]

Disclaimer: this gif has nothing to do with the chapter, it just fit with the time frame and I love it so much, I wouldn't have known when to use it otherwise lol &lt;3

“Darling, your friends are waiting for you.” Y/N’s mother said, peaking behind her bedroom door, as a car was honking insistently outside of her house.

She huffed. “I know, mom. I can hear them.” She finished tying her shoelaces and got up from the bed, picking up her backpack and making her way outside. “Oh, by the way, tonight I’m at the basketball final. Robin is playing with the band, so I’m going there as moral support.”

“No worries, I’ll see you when you get home.” Her mom gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, brushing a few rogue strands of hair out of her face. Y/N hated when her mom did it, but also found it endearing. Afterall, it was her way of taking care of her, and, well, she didn’t allow her to do much else for her, so she let her do that. “Say Robin ‘good luck’ from me, will you?”

“Sure, mom!” She yelled, already making her way out of the door, not before grabbing a slice of toasted bread from the table. She ran outside and into Steve’s car, the piece of bread hanging from her mouth as she put her bag on the seat next to hers. “Sorry, guys.”

“It’s okay, just…” Steve turned around and handed her a tissue. “Don’t get crumbs inside the car, I had it washed yesterday.”

With a confused look on her face, Y/N moved her eyes between Steve and Robin. “He has a date tonight.” Robin explained, looking at her through the vanity mirror, as she put on her mascara.

“What? I thought we were going to go cheer on Robin!”

“I am! I’m just going to take a someone with me. You know just in case you were taking your boyfriend…”

Y/N didn’t need to look at Steve in the face to know he was mad. He obviously still wasn’t over her date with Eddie from the day before. “He is not my boyfriend.” She sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Not yet!” Robin chuckled, winking at her. Thanks, dude, for the support, but you’re not helping right now.

“And he’s got Hellfire Club tonight, so he wouldn’t have been available nonetheless.” She raised her shoulders, leaning back on the seat. Steve’s car felt nothing like Eddie’s. Eddie’s van was tall, with dark leather seats that almost hugged her and begged her not to leave. Steve’s, on the other hand, was low, so low that she hit her head at least 40% of the times she tried to get in or out, and the polyester seats weren’t exactly the most inviting. A part of her, a big part of her almost wished she had accepted Eddie’s offer from the prior night.

“You know, my offer still stands” Eddie smiled, holding her hand in his and gently playing with her fingers.

“Which offer?” Y/N’s back was pressed against the leather of the back of the passenger seat. They had been parked in front of her house for almost 40 minutes at that point, neither of them really wanting to let the other go.

“I could drive you to school, if you wanted to.” He wouldn’t look up, but she could tell his cheeks were turning slightly red.

Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep a smile from exploding on her face. “You know I would love that, I have already told you, but…”

“It’s late and you have no way of telling Harrington not to come and pick you up without waking up his entire household or having him yell at you because he hates me and he thinks I would do things to you.” Eddie was disappointed. And she could hear her own heart breaking at that sight.

“But, on Saturday, we can spend the entire day together.” She squeezed his hand, trying to gain his attention. “We could stay in at my place, or at yours – we can decide tomorrow.” She smiled. “We can watch a movie, we can order pizzas, we can write the story for Hellfire.” She moved closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek. And only then she realised how soft his skin was, despite the shy stubble making its way on his face. And warm. His skin was warm. “You could even teach me how to play D&D or guitar, if that’s something you’d like.”

He finally looked up. And when their eyes met, a bashful smile appeared on his lips. Y/N fought with all of her body and all of her will the urge to jump on him and kiss him. “I would love that.” Eddie’s voice came out almost like a whisper, as if he didn’t want to wake up an invisible person laying on the backseat.

“So, his stupid club is more important to him than to spend time with you? Wow, Y/N, you found yourself the perfect man.” Y/N hated Steve’s sarcasm, especially when it was directed towards her.

“Dustin and Mike are also part of the club.” Y/N raised her voice.

“And they’re 14! Munson is like 20! And he still plays that stupid game!”

Y/N was on the verge of exploding, but luckily, Robin stepped in right at the exact moment. “Guys, can we please talk about something else for a moment? It is 7 in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse!”

“Oh, you’re worried about a basketball pep rally? You expect us to believe that?” Steve said, sarcastically.

“Yeah, so?” Robin acted as if the two sitting in the car with her weren’t her best friends.

“So, we all know what this is about, okay? We’re not going to buy that bullshit. This is about Vickie!” Y/N moved to the edge of the seat, trying to get as close to the other two as possible.

“Absolutely not!”

“Yes, it is!” Steve and Y/N exclaimed in unison.

“And you know what else I think?”

“I really don’t care what-” Robin tried to stop Steve from talking, but they all knew that when he started, he was like a train, and there was no way of stopping him.

“I think you gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her. Okay? You just gotta be yourself.”

“You’re literally quoting me to me. You do realise that?”

“Well maybe you need to listen to yourself! You ever think about that, smarty pants? I listened to you, and now look at me. Boom, back in business!” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at that interaction. It was moments like that which reminded her why she loved Steve.

“It’s not the same thing. And you know that. You ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego’s a little bruised. But I ask out the wrong girl and, bam, I’m a town pariah.” Robin wasn’t wrong. Outside of the three of them, no one really knew about Robin’s sexuality, or hers, for that matter. When it was just the three of them, it came easy to talk about it, maybe to even joke about it. But they all knew that other people wouldn’t be so accepting if they found out. So, Robin had every right to not agree with Steve.

“Yeah, I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.”

“We just don’t know that; do we?”

“She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?” Steve moved his eyes between Robin, Y/N’s reflection in the rear-view mirror and the road. “People who likes boobies, Robin!”

“Ew, gross. Don’t say boobies!” Robin exclaimed, mimicking a disgusted face.

“Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies, you like boobies, Y/N also likes boobies sometimes, right?” Y/N chuckled, nodding. “Vickie likes boobies. Definitely!”

Robin continued shaking her head, constantly repeating that it wasn’t a good idea, that they weren’t sure about that. “I know, Roro.” Y/N put a hand on Robin’s shoulder. Roro was how she had started calling her for fun the first summer after they’d met. At first, Robin hated it. But then it started to grow on her, and it had eventually become her nickname. No one except for Y/N could use it. “But, as much as I understand your fear, Steve is not completely wrong.”

“Did you just say you agree with me?!” Steve put a hand on his chest, pretending to be completely surprised.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington.” Y/N stuck out her tongue, then immediately returning her attention to her best friend. “If you really like Vickie, you could try and hint to her that you may be interested.”

“And how would I do that? You know I’m not good at flirting!” She exclaimed.

“Nor am I.” She sat back on the seat. “But he is, apparently.”

They both turned their heads towards Steve, and he smiled. “I’m better at something than both of you!” He said triumphantly, and Y/N didn’t want to blow out his flame, so she just let him be himself and gloat for a moment.

The rest of the ride was spent with Steve trying to teach Robin “tactics” on how to flirt with someone without making it seem obvious, but Y/N couldn’t care less about learning how to flirt. She just wanted to get to school as soon as possible, hoping to see him before class. So, as soon as they stopped in front of the main entrance, Y/N quickly bid Steve goodbye, before grabbing Robin by the hand and pulling her inside the building.

“Do we have somewhere to be?” Robin asked cluelessly.

“No, I just… I want to get to class quickly. I didn’t have time to finish my homework yesterday.” That last part came out almost like a whisper, and Y/N hoped her friends didn’t catch that, but she hoped in vain.

“You didn’t do your homework!?” Robin stopped in the middle of the corridor, looking at her, unable to hide the smile creeping on her lips. “Is it because of Eddie?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down, or at least trying. Yeah, she wasn’t exactly the most coordinate person ever.

“I did do them! I just didn’t finish them…” Y/N grabbed once again her friend’s hand, starting to walk again. “And yes, it’s because of Eddie…” She tried to hide her blushing cheeks, but nothing escaped Robin’s radar.

“I knew it!” She laughed, doing a little dance that caught a few people’s attention. “How did it go? Tell me everything. I need to know if I was a good matchmaker.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head, but told her about the date, nonetheless. She told her about the ride to his trailer, how he had tried making her feel as comfortable as possible; she told her about him holding her hand multiple times. She told her about him playing his guitar for her and him suggesting to learn how to play a song for her.

“Then it must be love!” Robin brought her hands together in front of her chest, as if she were a character out of one of those romantic comedies from the 50s or something.

“Shut up.” She laughed, giving her a gentle push with her shoulder. However, when their lockers finally came into view, Y/N froze on the spot, the hand that was holding onto her backpack’s strap tightening its grip.

“I’m just saying, I’m a great Cupid.” Robin chucked, and turned to look at her, but it was only then that she realise she had stopped walking a few meters back. “What are you doing?” She asked, trying to follow her gaze. But when she finally realise where she was looking, or rather who she was looking at, she smiled. “Prince Charming is waiting for you, dearie.” She linked their arms together and pulled her towards their lockers.

Eddie. She didn’t know why she had reacted like that, especially after spending a good part of her morning wishing to see him as soon as possible, or after having spent a good part of the night awake thinking back at the previous evening spent together, thinking about every word they had said to each other, his hand on her waists, him laying a few inches away from her, his hands, his fucking hands on that fucking guitar. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the reason she froze when she saw him. She had spent the night fantasising about him touching her – not sexually, just touching her – his warm, calloused hands with all those cold metal rings on her cheeks, on her arms, holding her own hands. And now that they were there, together again, she didn’t know what to expect, she couldn’t predict what he was going to do.

“Munson! Fancy seeing you here!” Robin said, making their presence known not only to Eddie but to half of the people in the corridor.

Eddie looked up from whatever he was holding in his hands and smiled as soon as he met her eyes. Was he reading a book? Fuck me. “Ladies.” He slightly bowed his head, moving to the side to let them get to their lockers.  

“Thank you, sir.” Robin replied, immediately fiddling with her own padlock.

Y/N walked to her locker in silence, with a shy smile on her face, but still unable to look at him in the eyes. “Hey.” She said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Hey, princess.” He smiled; a smile so big and bright that made her heart dance. She couldn’t deny the fact that she loved when he called her that, princess. It made her feel special. However, her heart stopped beating altogether for a few moments when she felt his arms around her. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered, so softly that only she could have heard him.

Needless to say, that not only her cheeks turned bright red, but so did her ears and neck, which luckily were hidden inside Eddie’s embrace. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his torso, burying her face in the space at the base of the neck, where it meets with the shoulder. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Fuck, she loved that mixture of smoke, aftershave and leather. “I’ve missed you too.” She whispered against his skin, and could feel shivers travel down the man’s body.

That hug, which felt like it lasted forever and nothing all at once, eventually ended, and they both took a step back. Y/N tried to play it cool, as if that was completely normal and she didn’t feel weak in the knees, but when she turned to look at her best friend, she found her smirking and, once again, trying to wiggle her eyebrows up and down. Y/N wasn’t sure if she wanted to die right there or run away. But she didn’t do neither of them. She simply took a deep breath and opened her locker.

“So, Buckley, I hear you’re playing at tonight’s basketball game.” Eddie tried to make conversation with the other girl, as Y/N collected her stuff from the locker. However, when she briefly glanced at him, he was now leaning with a shoulder against the lockers, ankles crossed, arms crossed in front of his chest, and he was still holding a book in his hand. Fuck.

“Ehm, yeah. Being part of the band means cheering on the school’s teams at sport events.” She said. “I didn’t really realise that when I first signed up for band, though.”

“What did you think you would do?” Eddie looked at her, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to play an instrument.”

However, Y/N couldn’t help but keeping glancing at Eddie, trying to figure out what he was reading. It wasn’t King, because she knew he had already read every book he had published up until that moment, and she knew it wasn’t one of those she had suggested to him because she still had to take them to him. So, what was he reading?

“Princess?” Y/N was brought back to reality by his voice calling out for her. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, perfectly fine.” She smiled, closing her locker, frustrated by the fact that she still wasn’t able to read the title of the book. She needed to know. For… research purposes…

“Want to eat together during lunch break?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, studying her figure. It didn’t take him long to realise she was curious about his new book. But he wasn’t going to just show it to her, not yet at least.

She looked up to meet his eyes. “I would love to, you know that. But, as I already told you yesterday, Fridays during lunch break I have my sessions with Ms. Kelly.”

“Right, sorry.” He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed her eyes travelling back to the book. So, he took it as a game, and moved it under his arm, tilted just enough so that she could barely make out the name of the author on the spine. “This means that I won’t be seeing you until tomorrow then.”

Finally, she gave up, and moved her eyes to meet his. “Yeah… but we have big plans for tomorrow, right?”

“Oh yeah!” He smiled. “Buckley, did you know that tomorrow Y/N is starting her guitar lessons?”

Robin’s eyes widened. “What, really? With whom?”

“With me.” Eddie said proudly, and Robin couldn’t help but smirk. Again.

Sadly, that moment was interrupted by the ring of the bell echoing down the hallway, and warning everyone that the first period was about to start. Robin quickly bid goodbye to the two of them, running to her own first class, leaving them alone for a few last moments. Y/N looked at him in silence, with a soft smile on her lips. She didn’t want him to go. She wanted to stay there and talk with him. She wanted to sit on the floor, backs against the cold lockers, maybe her head on his shoulders, and him playing with her fingers like he did the night before in the car, when neither of them wanted to leave to go to bed. But if the previous night they could stay there, together, past her curfew, now they had to go to class. Y/N opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something, but no word came out.

So, Eddie took a step towards her, leaned forward and left a soft, warm kiss on her cheeks. His lips lingered there, on the side of her face, for a few seconds, moving towards her ear. “The book I’m read, it’s Howl’s Moving Castle.” He whispered with a smirk. When he pulled away, he saw her surprised look and couldn’t help but be proud of himself. “You like it, and my uncle had brought it home last week for some reason, so I thought I would give it a try.” He knew she was trying to keep herself from smiling. “So far I’m really liking it.” He winked.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me. That was fucking hot. Just the idea of him reading in general was hot. But him reading a book just because she had told him she had liked it? That was too much for her. Definitely too much. Fuck. “I’m happy.” She smiled, forcing herself to keep calm and not just throw herself at him.

“Maybe tomorrow you’ll read a few pages to me.” He smiled. And that was it. That was the moment she realised there was no turning back. She was head over heels for him and there was nothing anyone could say or do to make her change her mind. “Now I have to run, tough.”

“Ye-yeah, sure.” She shook her head, trying to come back to reality completely. “Have a nice day.” She smiled, putting her books in the backpack and closing it, before placing it back on her shoulder. “Oh, and I hope you have a great final meeting tonight at Hellfire!” She exclaimed.

He knew Dustin had probably reminded her that tonight it was going to be the final chapter of their campaign, but the fact that she remembered that just made him go crazy. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to push her against her locker and kiss her. But he couldn’t. He wanted. But he couldn’t. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll call you when I get home and I’ll tell you about it.”

“Can’t wait.” She smiled. And he knew he had to go or else he would be late for biology, again. But he just wanted to stay there with her. “Okay, now we really have to go.” She laughed. He expected her to turn and walk away. Simple as that. But she didn’t. Instead, she pushed herself on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his cheek. “Bye.” She whispered, before actually turning around and walking to class.

Bye. The word never left Eddie’s lips, too lost in that warm sensation left behind by her lips pressed on his skin, to actually realise whether he had actually spoken the word or not. Fuck. He was falling in love with her.

When the bell that signalled the beginning of lunch break rang, everyone ran out into the corridors, jumping around, talking with their friends. And who could blame them? Not only it was Friday, but it was the last school day before spring break, which meant it was only a few hours left before an entire 10-day vacation. So, it was only right for them to be happy. However, Y/N wasn’t as happy as everyone else at the moment. She sighed, putting back her books in her backpack, then walked out of the classroom and made her way to Ms. Kelly’s office. She dreaded that moment. She hated going to sessions, especially there at school. She knew people were watching her every time she went into the office, and she knew people were also talking, because, as much as she had tried to keep it a secret, some people found out what had happened, nonetheless. But that’s the problem with living in a small town like Hawkins, right? Everyone eventually finds out. So, keeping her head low, Y/N reached the school’s councillor’s office and knocked, waiting for the signal to enter.

“Come in, Y/N” Ms. Kelly was kind as always, something she almost couldn’t stand anymore. “Take a seat.” The woman said as she took out her folder and a pen. “Tell me, how are you?”

Y/N let her backpack fall to the ground, before sinking into the chair right across from the woman. “’m good.” She wasn’t a fan of questions like this. What did she expect? That she would just blurt out everything that was on her mind? Did she actually remember why she was there?

“How have you been sleeping lately? Have you had any nightmare?” The woman asked as she took note of something on a paper. She hated when she took notes.

“Nope, no nightmares.” Her answers were cold.

Mr. Kelly looked up from what she was writing to look at her. “No nightmares because you’ve been sleeping well or no nightmares because you haven’t been sleeping at all?” Y/N sighed. It was obvious that the answer was that she hadn’t been sleeping, only taking power naps every now and then, but never really allowing herself to fully relax. “You know it’s not good for your health. You have to sleep.”

“If I sleep, I dream of that. Every time I fall asleep, I see the accident.” She started bouncing her leg. “Everyone blames me for the accident.” Her hands were now closed into tight fists. “It’s my fault if he’s dead. Everyone thinks that. And I can’t stand the memory.”

“No one blames you for your father’s death, and you know that.” Ms Kelly finally put down the pen she was holding in her hand. “That car came out of nowhere.”

“But I was there with him!” Y/N screamed, and she didn’t care if people in the hallway could hear. “I wanted to sing with him, and he got distracted.” Her eyes were now glossy, tears threatening to spill out. “He died. And I’m still here. Why?” Her voice broke.

“The car was hit on the driver’s side.”

“If I hadn’t insisted on singing that stupid song, he might still be here.”

“We don’t know that.”

“Yes, we do. He would have had enough time to notice the other car and he could have hit the brakes in time.” A tear rolled down her cheek, but she immediately stopped it. “It’s my fault.”

“Y/N, we have talked about this. It’s not your fault. And no one is blaming you for it.” Ms. Kelly sighed, getting up from her chair to move closer to her. “You have a wonderful family that loves you, and that is doing everything in their power to help you overcome this trauma. And you have friends, friends who love you and care for you.”

“What if my friends stay with me only because they pity me?” That was probably one of her biggest fears: people not being real with her. She loved her friends and her family; they were her strength. However, she couldn’t help but wonder if they actually felt the same about her.

“Have you ever tried talking to them about it? Have you ever tried asking them?”

“I’m not going to ask them, it’s stupid. They would just realise how fragile I really am and will want to leave me.” She kept her eyes fixed on her own shoes, not sure she wanted to look at the woman in the eyes.

Ms Kelly returned to her seat on the other side of the desk. “That’s the thing with friends: if they really love you, you can be vulnerable in front of them, and they will never judge you.” Y/N’s leg kept bouncing uncontrollably. But she knew the woman was right. She had read about it, and she had wrote about it. Robin came out to her and told her about her family problems. Steve had done the same. And no one had judged them. Why couldn’t she do the same? Why couldn’t she just tell them everything that was on her mind? Tell them about her fears, about how she felt about the accident? It was stupid. They would obviously look at her differently afterwards.

“You said you feel good. Is that true?” Ms Kelly’s voice interrupted her stream of consciousness.

Y/N eventually looked up, meeting briefly the woman’s eyes, only to move them immediately on the picture on the wall behind her. “Yes, in the last couple of days I’ve felt good.”

“Any reason in particular?”

There were two options now: she could either stay quiet and say a simple ‘no’, or she could tell the truth. She took a deep breath. “I’ve made a new friend.”

“That’s good, Y/N. Very good.” She could see in the corner of her eye the woman opening once again her folder and picking the pen back up. “Are they from school?”

“Yes. But I’m not going to tell you who they are.”

Ms Kelly chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to ask you. I just wanted to know if they are friends that you hang out with only at school, or someone that you can spend time with outside of school.”

Images from the previous evening popped into her mind, and she could feel her entire body start relaxing. It was only then, with the image of Eddie in her mind to calm her down, that she realised she was still squeezing her fists, so tight actually that she could now feel her palms burning where her nails pressed into her skin. She let go and licked her dry lips, hoping to bring back some hydration. “We hang out.” She said quietly. “We have plans for tomorrow, actually.”

“That is wonderful, Y/N.” She could feel the woman smiling. “Maybe this new friend will help you take a step forward.”

“Yeah, maybe.” A shy smile appeared on her lips, and she was glad the woman was too busy writing away to notice it.

Thankfully, the session didn’t last much longer, and soon she was free to go back to being her own anxious self, without someone studying her and taking note of her every move or word. She glanced at the clock on the wall, hoping to have enough time to go to the cafeteria and maybe say hi to Eddie and Dustin. But she didn’t even manage to take a few steps to get closer to the clock that the infamous bell rang and the hallway was once again flooded with the river of students rushing to their next class.

The rest of the day went by quite calmly; the teachers gave them a bunch of homework, as if they expected everyone to not go out and have fun during spring break to do them. Soon enough, the last bell  of the day rang and she met outside with Steve and some girl, whose name she couldn’t really care about because, if she knew one thing, it was that whoever that was, she wasn’t going to last, especially given the fact that Steve was obviously still in love with Nancy Wheeler. But that was a talk for another day. Now they were there for Robin and Robin only, to support her and cheer on her. Yes, people would normally go to a basketball game to support their school, but Y/N didn’t really care about that, or the school in general. Being academic didn’t mean she had to like her own school. However, she did care about her best friend, and that was what was important.

Once she had enough of Steve’s flirting, she was lucky enough to sneak away and get a seat next to Robin, where they could talk without having to hear some random girl asking stupid questions or laughing without reason. Why Steve enjoyed going on dates with such dull people she would never understand, but she was never going to be the one to bring it to his attention. Not for now, at least.

Luckily, the end of the game came sooner than she could have hoped for, and Steve drove her home immediately after. “I have a terrible headache, Steve!” She lied. She just wanted to go home.

“Well, that’s what you get for sitting among the band.” He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

Sitting there, in the car, just the two of them, she couldn’t believe he had actually left his date to take her home. “You know I don’t hate you, right?” The words came out of her mouth without any warning.

Steve stayed quiet for a moment, biting down on his lip. Things between them hadn’t been the best in the last couple of days, and the main reason was Eddie. “I just want to protect you.” His voice was calm, warm. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. And I care about you. But you’re so reserved. I wish you would just talk to me more.” Y/N’s muscles tensed up. It was exactly what Ms Kelly was telling her a few hours before. “I’m not going to judge you. And it was wrong to get mad at you for going on a date with Munson, I know.” What was happening? Did Robin put him up to this? “It’s just… You’re right, I don’t know him. I only know what people say about him, and it’s not good things.” Y/N turned to look at the man sitting in the driver seat. “So, if you say he’s a good guy, I trust you. And if, one day, you would like to actually introduce us, I will be glad to change my mind about him.”

Y/N stared at Steve for a few seconds, a smile forming on her lips. “Thank you.”

“Just one thing.” Steve added, stopping the car in front of her house. He turned off the vehicle and turned to face the girl. “Good guy or not, if he hurts you-”

“You’re going to kill him, I know.” She smiled, before throwing her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Yes, that was the reason Steve Harrington was her best friend.

Once she got inside the house, she checked on her mother, to see if she was already asleep, and then Dustin’s room, only to see if he was already back from Hellfire or not. However, his room was still empty, and so was the bathroom, so she assumed he was probably on his way home. She made her way into her bedroom, letting her backpack hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thud. She changed into some more comfortable clothes, a thrifted Sex Pistols t-shirt which looked way too big on her, and a pair of sport’s short. She then let herself fall on her bed, taking a deep breath. She was exhausted. And it wasn’t difficult to see or to understand why: she had been avoiding sleeping for quite a few nights at that point. She didn’t know if it was because the anniversary of the accident was coming up or if it was the stress of the upcoming exams, but the nightmares had started coming back. And she hated the feeling that was left there whenever she woke up in tears from one of them more than she hated the tiredness and exhaustion from the sleepless nights. So, she had deliberately chosen to not sleep, or at least try. However, that night it felt particularly difficult, she could feel her eyelids getting heavier and threatening to shut, she could feel her mind become absent like when you’re about to fall asleep. But she couldn’t let it happen. So, she got up from her bed and sat at the desk, pen and paper in front of her, ready to write something. But the inspiration wouldn’t come. She was too tired. She heard her brother come home, the floor creaking when he tried to be as quiet as possible, the soft thud of the door to his room closing. She looked around the room, looking for inspiration. Anything will do, she thought to herself. I’m up to writing a romantic story if that means I won’t be falling asleep. And she kept searching, looking for ideas. When, all of a sudden, she heard a car stop outside of her house. She didn’t think much of it at first, thinking it might have been the neighbours, or maybe Dustin had forgotten something in the Wheeler’s car, so she just brushed it off and went back to what she was doing. However, not more than two seconds later, she heard footsteps, someone running outside, through their lawn, getting closer and closer to the house, closer and closer to her room’s window. Fuck, what if it’s a burglar? Or worse, a murderer? Shit, is this how I’m going to go? With a t-shirt from a band I don’t even listen to? The sound got louder, and then it stopped. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, I’m going to die. She wanted to scream but she was too afraid. So, she grabbed the first thing she found, that being a copy of War and Piece by Lev Tolstoj she had recently gotten and left on the desk hoping to get to read it over the break. It’s not much, but if I aim right, I could knock him out for a few moments, she thought, as she took a few steps back from the window, which she was just realising she had left open. Good job, genius. That’s how you’re going to die, as someone so stupid to forget to close their own goddamn window. The door of the bedroom wasn’t that far behind her, so she could throw the book to distract the intruder and then run. Yes, that could work. Another sound came from right outside of the window, and she was ready to run, when a figure appeared and launched himself throw the opening. She was about to throw the book, when she recognised the bushy mane of the man lying on her bedroom floor. “Eddie?”

A/N: get ready for the next chapters, my dudes! it's going to be a rollercoaster! love you &lt;3

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