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make them bond

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando navigate a tricky reunion with old friends while trying to leave recent drama behind.

Wordcount: 6.5 k

Warnings: none

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May 12th, 2025 - Los Cabos, Mexico

The water was warm, the kind of perfect that made you forget the world outside the pool even existed. Amelie floated lazily on a pink donut float, sunglasses on, legs dangling in the water. Lando stood beside her, half-submerged, arms crossed on the float’s edge, watching her with a shit-eating grin that gave away exactly how smitten he was.

—You’re staring again,— she said without looking at him, lips twitching.

—Can you blame me?— he replied, voice low and teasing, fingertips dragging lightly along her thigh. —You look stupidly good in that bikini, Ames. I’m just admiring the view.—

—You’re such a simp,— she laughed, nudging his chest with her foot. —And this is your third time complimenting my bikini. I’m counting now.—

—And yet, I’m still under-doing it. You deserve ten more. Maybe twenty.—

She finally looked at him, raising her sunglasses. —You’re so whipped.—

—Only for you.— He winked. —Actually, that’s not true. Benny’s got me wrapped around his paw too. And your cooking. And the way your nose scrunches when you’re annoyed. And the way you say "fuck off" with that cute accent.—

—You’re disgusting,— she said with a grin, even as her heart melted. —I hate you.—

—You love me.—

She opened her mouth to retort when she heard the sound of a car rolling up the driveway. Her whole body stiffened, the air suddenly feeling ten degrees hotter. Lando followed her gaze.

—That’s them?— he asked quietly.

She nodded. The float squeaked under her as she sat up straighter, adjusting her bikini top unnecessarily.

—Yup. That’s them.—

Lando gave her knee a reassuring squeeze. —We’ve got this, babe. It’ll be fine. Awkward, but fine.—

They watched as Max Fewtrell stepped out of the car first, his usual lazy grin slightly strained. He opened the door for Pietra, who followed in oversized sunglasses, denim shorts, and a very neutral expression.

Amelie took a breath. She hadn’t seen Pietra since Miami. Not properly. And while none of the rumors were their fault, it was still… weird. Max had gone to Comporta with Magui and Pietra and some other people, and that had stirred shit online. Shit she hadn’t been prepared for, especially not when it came to rumors of Lando cheating—especially not with Magui of all people.

She pulled herself out of the pool, wrapping a towel around her waist and squeezing water from her braid. Lando joined her, brushing droplets off his chest with a shake like a golden retriever.

—Max! Pietra!— he called out with a smile that was just a little too bright.

Max offered a small wave as they approached the edge of the patio.

—Hey, mate. Nice tan.—

—Jealous?— Lando smirked.

—Absolutely. Brazil's been rainy as fuck.—

Amelie offered Max a quick side-hug, which was awkward, for them at least. They’d been close once—really close. Max had been her video game partner during lockdown, the one who’d tease her endlessly on Discord and send her memes at 2 a.m. And now… things were different. Not bad. But not the same.

—Hi Pietra,— Amelie said politely, pulling off her sunglasses.

—Hi,— Pietra replied with a soft smile, glancing around the villa. —This place is insane.—

—It’s my mum’s, technically. She bought it years ago and forced my dad into early retirement here,— Amelie said, voice light, trying.

—Well, she has great taste,— Pietra added, gaze flickering between her and Lando quickly before settling on the ocean view.

—You guys want a drink? We’ve got palomas, mojitos… Lando made some horrifying attempt at sangria earlier,— Amelie offered, slipping back into host mode.

—Hey! It was decent.— Lando frowned. —I followed a recipe. Ish.—

Max chuckled. —I’ll take a mojito, Ames. You still make the good ones?—

She arched a brow. —Is that your way of trying to charm your way back into my good graces?—

—Shit, is it working?— he grinned.

She didn’t answer, but she gave a tiny smile and disappeared inside the kitchen, leaving Lando alone with the couple for a moment. The air was thick with unsaid things.

—Look, about Comporta,— Max started.

—Mate, it’s done,— Lando cut him off, voice firm but calm. —You don’t need to explain. Ames knows it wasn’t you, or Pietra. It was just bad optics.—

Pietra spoke up, voice soft. —Still, I should’ve thought it through. It was a dumb oversight, and I’m really sorry for the heat you guys got because of it.—

Lando nodded once. —It’s all good. You’re here now, so let’s just… enjoy the next two days, yeah? Golf, pool, bad dancing. No drama.—

Pietra nodded, but it was clear she still felt the weight of the tension hanging in the warm coastal air. She gave Lando a small, grateful smile before Max slung an arm around her shoulders and tugged her toward the house.

—C’mon,— Lando said, grabbing their duffel bags with ease. —I’ll show you your room. Got the best view in the house after ours.—

—Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse?— Max muttered with a smirk, following Lando up the stone steps.

Inside the villa, the air was cooler, scented faintly with salt, sunscreen, and a hint of lime from the half-prepped drinks in the kitchen. The place was airy, all whitewashed wood and glass, with sliding doors open to the ocean breeze. Lando led them down the hall to the guest suite at the far end, dropping the bags at the door.

—King bed, your own little patio, ocean view, and that bathroom’s the size of Max’s ego,— he said, pointing toward the en-suite.

Pietra let out a soft laugh as she stepped in, already digging into her bag. —I’m gonna change into my swimsuit real quick. I feel like I’ve been in jeans for forty-eight hours.—

—Take your time,— Max said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

The moment it clicked shut, Lando turned to Max, dropping the polite act.

—Okay, real talk,— he said, arms crossed. —We can’t keep doing this weird split-trip bullshit. I’m not spending another summer where I have to choose between you or her because our girlfriends don’t talk.—

Max scrubbed a hand over his face. —God, yes. It’s exhausting. Pietra and Amelie are civil, sure, but they’re not friends. Like, not real friends. And it’s starting to get in the way.—

—Exactly. I swear, Ames would never say it out loud, but she’s tense as hell anytime Pietra’s around. And when she saw that Comporta thing with Magui… fuck, man, it messed her up. Even if she knows you didn’t mean anything by it.—

—Yeah, Pietra felt like shit for that too. She gets why it was a big deal now. I think it clicked when the rumor went viral. She hadn’t thought about how it’d look from Amelie’s end.—

Lando exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed. —We just need them to click. Properly. Like, if they become friends, Pietra stops hanging out with people who bring drama. And Ames will stop feeling like she’s always watching her back when we’re in the same room.—

Max pointed. —And we can start making actual plans again. Like double dates. Trips. You know, normal couple shit. Instead of this weird avoidance dance.—

Lando smirked. —Operation Make Them Bond starts now.—

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f1gossipgirl: 👀 SOOO Pietra and Max are officially in Cabo too… which means 👏 she’s 👏 with 👏 Lanmelie 👏 now 👏

looks like the friend group is BACK together?? 😳👀 wonder if the vibes are as chill as the drinks… or if someone’s still side-eyeing 👀💅

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glamgptea: pietra and max in cabo too??? this trip just got messier 😭 → f1hotgirleras: @glamgptea i’m grabbing popcorn and sunscreen rn

lanmeliecentral: not them turning a cheating scandal into a double date vacation 💅 growth → wifeyforlan: @lanmeliecentral i would’ve held a grudge forever but amelie’s too classy for that → povurmom: @lanmeliecentral she’s giving mature queen and i’d be giving petty

lanmelliesimp13: max and pietra prob walked in like “can we talk?” and lando was already shirtless in the pool 💀 → babygrid: @lanmelliesimp13 amelie handed them a margarita before they finished “hi”

tropicwags: not pietra & max crashing the lanmelie honeymoon part 2 😭 → lanmelie4ever: @tropicwags they’re in their we forgive but we don’t forget era 😌✌�� → f1dramaqueen: @lanmelie4ever let’s just hope nobody mentions comporta or it’s over

lanxamelie: lando said “make peace or swim home” 😭

gridgirliee: pietra really went from comporta chaos to cabo redemption arc and i respect the hustle → landoisdownbad: @gridgirliee she said “lemme fix my PR and get a tan” 💅🏽

wifeydayman: i give it 2 margaritas before max says something and gets death stared by ames → chaosnferrari: @wifeydayman 2 is generous, i’m betting halfway through the chips 💀

letameliecook: not them on a forgiveness vacation while i’m crying over a man who can’t even text back

maxiebae: max got his boyfriend back and that’s all that matters 💔💅 → softlaunchsupreme: @maxiebae now kiss

sunburntcircuit: amelie really said “let’s be grown” and booked a villa 😭 queen → helmet4heels: @sunburntcircuit fr she’s too classy for this world

paddocktea: pietra showing up post-miami like “hey besties 💕 ignore the rumors” → queenamelz: @paddocktea she’s walking a fine line but honestly? brave → tyrepressure: @paddocktea she brought pão de queijo, she’s forgiven

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After a lazy couple of hours by the pool filled with mocktails, sunburn threats, and a very unfortunate cannonball from Max that nearly soaked Pietra’s Kindle, everyone slowly peeled off into their corners of the villa. Pietra and Max disappeared to their guest room with murmurs of "nap time" that made Amelie roll her eyes, and Lando had slinked off to their bedroom to "change."

That was already suspicious. Because Lando never changed early unless he was going somewhere.

Which meant…

Amelie, still in her damp bikini, towel slung lazily around her waist, padded barefoot into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a slice of leftover quiche—because fuck it, she'd swam and hosted and smiled politely through enough strained silences today to earn herself a snack.

She’d just taken a big bite, leaning back against the cool marble island with the fridge still cracked open behind her, when she heard his footsteps.

And then—of course—his voice.

—Hey, babe.—

Her eyes flicked up. And there he was.

Polo shirt tucked neatly into beige golf shorts, belt perfectly aligned, those stupid little no-show socks with pristine white golf shoes, and—God help her—a cap flipped backward over his curls like he was auditioning to be in a country club boyband.

Amelie stared, chewing slowly. Swallowed. Pointed her fork at him.

—No.—

Lando’s brows lifted in faux innocence, hands slipping into his pockets as he leaned against the doorway like he hadn’t just walked in looking like the human embodiment of her worst nightmare.

—No what?— he asked, voice syrupy.

Amelie tilted her head, narrowed her eyes.

—No. I know that outfit. I know that walk. I know that fake-ass casual greeting. You’re gonna say something like ‘we’re just gonna hit a few balls’ or ‘come on, babe, it’ll be fun’ and I am telling you now...no.—

Lando smirked, pushing off the doorframe and strolling toward her with the easy swagger of a man who had been plotting. Plotting for days.

—You don’t even know what I was going to say,— he said, reaching around her to close the fridge door.

She crossed her arms, the quiche plate balanced on one palm. —It’s golf, isn’t it? You’re gonna try and make me go. Don’t lie to me, Norris. You’re in uniform.—

—Technically, yes. But hear me out.—

She took another bite of her quiche, glaring at him like it was the only thing tethering her to sanity.

—There is no hearing out. I hate golf. It’s walking in the heat while pretending to care about something that makes paint drying look thrilling. And don't even start with the 'just a few easy holes' talk.—

—That’s the thing,— Lando said, now fully grinning, grabbing a grape from the fruit bowl and popping it in his mouth. —You’re not doing the hard ones. Max and I are. You and Pietra are just doing the, like… mini-golf equivalent. A few swings, a golf cart, some drinks. Vibes only.—

—So you’re leaving me alone with her?— Amelie asked flatly.

Lando shrugged, only slightly guilty. —Not alone. Just… not with us. Temporarily.—

—This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.—

—Oh, come on.— Lando’s voice dropped into that dangerous, boyish persuasion tone she hated because it always worked. —You’ll keep Pietra company, and Max and I’ll do the harder holes. Maybe you’ll even have fun. Stranger things have happened.—

Amelie scoffed. —Yeah? Name one.—

Lando’s smile widened as he slid closer, trapping her gently between the kitchen island and his very annoyingly toned, golf-ready body.

—Stranger things? Easy,— he murmured, hands finding her waist, fingertips brushing against the edge of her towel. —You dating me. You letting me see you first thing in the morning with your hair like a war zone. You crying during Finding Nemo. You surviving F1 weekends without committing homicide.—

She narrowed her eyes. —You’re dodging the question.—

—No, I’m sweetening the pitch,— he corrected, leaning in until his nose nearly grazed hers. —Plus…— His gaze dropped for a second, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. —I’ve been dying to see you in that golf set I got you. You know the one.—

Her eyes widened a fraction. —No.—

—Yes,— he said, almost reverently. —The little green skirt. The matching sleeveless top. The knee-high socks. The visor, Ames. You haven’t even touched it since I bought it for you in Monaco. And it’s just been sitting in the closet, all lonely, unloved, unworn.—

—I told you when you bought it, I wasn’t wearing it because I wasn’t going golfing. It was a statement.—

—And now look at us. The statement has circled back to bite you in the cute little ass I’m currently holding.—

—Lando,— she warned, trying not to smile, especially when he dipped his head and kissed her jaw, right beneath her ear.

—I’m not asking you to like golf,— he murmured against her skin. —I’m just asking you to fake it for, like, an hour. Maybe two. Pretend the cart is a Mario Kart. Drive Pietra around. Talk shit about Max’s swing. Hit one ball and dramatically scream like you’ve pulled a muscle.—

Amelie huffed. —That sounds like something you’d do.—

—Exactly. I’m setting the bar low here, Ames. Bare minimum energy. All vibes, no pressure. And maybe…— his hands slipped lower, tugging lightly at the towel, —maybe… if you wear that outfit… I’ll owe you a favor. Any favor. Cash it in whenever.—

Her brows lifted. —Any favor?—

His grin turned sinful. —Anything. Within reason. Or mildly outside of reason if I get to film it.—

Amelie groaned, tilting her head back against the fridge. —God, you’re the worst. The absolute worst.—

But her resolve was already crumbling.

Because she did remember the outfit. And she did know how Lando had looked when he’d picked it out—like he was imagining her in it before the hanger even hit the register. And she did want Pietra to feel included, like they were cool now, like she could trust Amelie to meet her halfway.

And also…

Lando’s hand had snuck up under her towel and was currently tracing small circles on her hip.

—Ugh,— she groaned dramatically. —If I say yes, you owe me a massage tonight. With oil. And music. And no whining about your hands getting tired.—

—Deal,— he said instantly. —And I’ll even light a candle. One of the sexy sandalwood ones you like.—

She sighed, finally pushing her plate onto the counter. —Fine. But if I get sunburned and have to go back to filming with a golfer’s tan, I’m writing a diss track about you.—

Lando leaned in and kissed her—slow, smug, and sweet. —As long as I’m the music video lead, I’m in.—

—God help me,— she muttered.

—Go put the outfit on,— he whispered against her lips. —Make my country club fantasies come true.—

—You’re disgusting.—

—You love me.—

And as she stalked off to the bedroom muttering curses under her breath, Lando turned and pumped a silent fist in the air. Phase One: complete. The girls were going. Which meant Phase Two—Get Them To Bond Over Mocking Golf—was officially a go.

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landoupdates: Lando and Max went live on Twitch today while golfing in Cabo and when chat kept asking “where’s Amelie and Pietra???” these two idiots started laughing like 12-year-olds and said “we left them alone on purpose so they can trauma bond or whatever.” 😭😭

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️💅 the girls better come back braided up like childhood besties or this experiment FAILED

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chaoticwags: not lando forcing the girlies to bond like it’s couples therapy 💀

lando1simp: lando when the girls finally laugh at the same joke: 🧍‍♂️💅✨🥹 → maxielstan: @lando1simp bro acting like dr. phil with a golf club

traumabondingirlies: not max & lando golfing while the girls rework the alliance terms 😭 → brunchwags: @traumabondingirlies ceasefire secured over mimosas probably

chaoticwags: NOT THE DOUBLE DATE DETENTE LMFAOOO → norihottie: @chaoticwags peace in the lanmelie kingdom finally fr → cactussocks: @norihottie give them matching bracelets already 💅

ameliecore: if they come back from Cabo doing TikToks together I’m gonna scream → softlanmelie: @ameliecore “bestie vibes only 💋” and I’ll know it was all Lando’s doing 😭

wifeyamelie: Lando locked his girl down and got his boyfriend back. balance has been RESTORED. → maxnation: @wifeyamelie he missed Max more than the papaya team missed podiums 💀 → landoilover44: @maxnation be fr he probably cried after Comporta

pietraangel: I’m lowkey rooting for Pietra and Amelie to become unhinged besties → screamingformclaren: @pietraangel imagine them side-eyeing Max and Lando in sync… ICONIC

maguischilling: i know magui somewhere punching air rn 😭 → gossipgrill: @maguischilling don’t summon her pls we just got peace

lanmelieslay: this is the healing era. lanmelie nation… we won.

celebchaoscentral: not pietra and amelie entering their diplomatic relations era in cabo 😭😭 → lanfanclub: @celebchaoscentral the UN wishes they had this level of peacekeeping → softforlanmelie: @celebchaoscentral Lando and Max playing peace brokers like it’s a romcom subplot help 😭

lanmeliedaily: lando got his boyfriend and his girlfriend back i fear → pietraslittlegirl: @lanmeliedaily he really said double date or DIE

lanmelietok: max: “we left them alone to bond” — that man was scared for his LIFE 😭 → amsluvr: @lanmelietok max said “no drama no beef pls i just wanna golf and vibe”

tropigridgirlies: if they come back from this trip matching friendship bracelets i’m gonna SCREAM → cabokissesss: @tropigridgirlies enemies to brunch friends like we’ve never seen before → noforrealmax: @tropigridgirlies if pietra posts amelie i’m calling my mom idc

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Amelie stepped out of the villa just as golden hour hit, the fading sun brushing her skin with a warm, forgiving glow. She adjusted the little green visor Lando had once dramatically tossed into their shared shopping cart in Monaco and tried not to think about how smug he’d looked earlier when she finally pulled the outfit out of the closet. Because now she understood why.

The skirt was short. Like, very short. The sleeveless top clung in just the right places.

She looked like every teenage boy’s fantasy of what golf should be. And judging by the way Lando turned his head so fast when she appeared, jaw slack and pupils dilated like he’d just seen a UFO, she was right.

—You’re staring,— she said flatly, shifting her weight to one leg, hip popping.

—No, I’m not,— Lando said, still staring, not even blinking. Max coughed a laugh behind him.

—Bro, you literally just walked into the umbrella stand.—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, tugging at his collar like it was suddenly suffocating him.

They were all gathered by the stone steps that led down to the private golf course attached to the villa. Max was already loading clubs into the back of one of the two waiting golf carts, and Pietra stood off to the side, sipping from a bottle of water and eyeing Amelie with the kind of neutral appraisal that made Amelie’s neck itch. Not hostile. Not rude. Just... unreadable.

—Alright, teams,— Max called out, clapping his hands together. —Boys go tackle the manholes.—

—That’s not what they’re called,— Lando said distractedly, eyes still locked on Amelie.

—You sure? Because I’ve definitely heard you say something about 'checking your manhole' before.—

—Max.—

Amelie snorted. Pietra did not.

—And ladies,— Max continued, ignoring the death glare his girlfriend was now giving him, —you get the fun cart. Drinks, shade, easy holes. Don’t crash it.—

—You say that like you think we’re the problem,— Amelie said, walking toward the second cart, feeling Lando’s eyes burn into her legs the entire way.

—No, he says that because he once flipped a golf cart trying to impress Daniel Ricciardo,— Pietra muttered under her breath as she climbed into the passenger seat.

Amelie blinked. Oh.

Interesting.

Lando opened his mouth, clearly about to protest the seating arrangement—because obviously he wanted to be in a cart with Amelie, that much was written all over his red-eared, barely-holding-it-together face—but Max clapped a hand on his shoulder and dragged him to the other cart before he could say a word.

—C’mon, lover boy. Let the girls bond. We’ll reconvene in two hours with sweat stains and wounded pride.—

Lando looked back one more time, lower lip between his teeth, and Amelie knew that if he stayed any longer, he’d either say something inappropriate or try to drag her into the woods.

So she just gave him a little wave. Sweet. Innocent. Absolutely dripping in silent mockery.

He groaned audibly as the cart pulled away.

The first few minutes were… painful.

Amelie drove. Pietra fiddled with her phone. Silence hung in the cart like smog, thick and awkward and threatening to choke both of them. The breeze did nothing. The trees whispered uselessly. Somewhere in the distance, a bird chirped and Amelie considered asking it to peck her eyes out for entertainment.

They reached the first easy hole. Pietra got out, stretched, and swung her club with robotic precision. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t relaxed either.

Amelie sighed. Picked up her club. Took a lazy swing. The ball rolled a whopping ten feet.

—Wow,— Pietra deadpanned. —Incredible display of raw athleticism.—

Amelie smirked. —Thank you. I trained with Tiger Woods once. He said I was too powerful for the sport.—

Pietra cracked a smile. Barely, but it was there. The first dent in the silence.

They moved on. Hole two. Pietra drove this time. Her posture behind the wheel was almost surgical—straight-backed, two hands, full concentration like they were navigating a Formula 1 track instead of a perfectly paved golf path with butterflies crossing like it was a Disney movie.

—So,— Amelie said, voice overly casual. —You always this serious about sports that don’t matter?—

Pietra exhaled through her nose, turning the wheel with a little more force than necessary. —I just don’t like looking stupid at things. Especially things Max is good at.—

—Fair,— Amelie said, adjusting the strap of her visor. —Although if “not looking stupid” was the bar, I wouldn’t have agreed to this at all.—

Pietra let out a huff that might’ve been a laugh. Still clipped. But less icy.

They reached the third hole. It had one of those annoyingly placed sand traps, like someone had designed it specifically to ruin your self-esteem. Pietra got out and sized it up like she was about to perform surgery on it.

Amelie, meanwhile, slumped dramatically over the steering wheel. —You think if I pretend to faint, they’ll let us go home?—

Pietra’s lips twitched. —Only if you commit to the bit. Foam at the mouth or something.—

—Too far. I’m method, not deranged.—

That got a real laugh. Quick and surprised, like it snuck out before Pietra could decide whether or not she wanted it to.

—Max always foams at the mouth when he sleeps,— Pietra said, stretching her back with a faint grimace. —I swear to God, he’ll roll over, open his mouth like a dying fish, and it’s like a damn waterfall. I nearly drowned last week.—

Amelie blinked. Then blinked again.

Then snorted so hard she nearly choked on her spit. —Wait, what?—

Pietra shook her head, face serious but eyes a little brighter now. —Dead serious. We stayed at this hotel in Lisbon, and I woke up thinking it was raining. Nope. Just Max, sleeping face-up like a cartoon character, drooling like his jaw forgot how gravity works.—

Amelie wheezed. Bent over the steering wheel. —Oh my God. That’s so foul. Lando snores. Like, whistles. Through his nose. It’s like sleeping next to a dying kettle.—

Pietra’s eyes widened, then narrowed like she was trying to picture it. —That actually makes so much sense.—

—Right? I love him, but every time I get woken up at 3 a.m. by Steam Engine Norris, I start making mental hit lists.—

Pietra laughed again—louder this time. Amelie grinned, surprised at how easy it suddenly felt. Like they’d cracked something. Or maybe just realized they were both dating deeply stupid, occasionally disgusting boys who somehow made it worth it.

—Max takes, like, forty-five minutes to pick a movie,— Pietra said, hopping back into the cart. —And then he falls asleep twenty minutes in.—

Amelie gasped. —Lando does the exact same thing. Swears up and down he wants to watch something, spends ages making a whole thing of it: lights off, snacks, makes me pause trailers to “really analyze them”... and then he’s out like a light. Head back. Mouth open. Whole performance, gone.—

—And then tries to recap it the next day like he was awake the entire time.—

—“Yeah, yeah, the bit with the guy in the suit... crazy, right?”— Amelie mimicked, rolling her eyes. —Sir, you were unconscious before the title card.—

They both dissolved into laughter, the tension finally shedding like an old coat.

The cart bumped slightly as Pietra hit a root, but neither of them cared. They were too busy making a list of their boyfriends’ most criminal habits.

—Max has this thing where he talks in his sleep,— Pietra added, smirking.

Amelie’s eyes lit up. —No. What does he say?—

—Mostly nonsense. One time he said, “Tell Lando the penguin has the codes.” I didn’t sleep after that. I thought it was a warning.—

Amelie nearly dropped her club. —That’s a spy movie. That’s not even his real life! Why is he dreaming in fake espionage plots?!—

—Don’t ask me. I think he watched Mission: Impossible and it rewired his brain.—

They were still laughing when they pulled up to the fifth hole—an easy one, with a wide green and zero traps—but neither made a move to get out.

Instead, they just sat there, the cart idling, the sun sinking lower over the rolling hills, painting everything in a soft golden haze. A light breeze swept Pietra’s ponytail to one side, and Amelie leaned her elbow on the steering wheel, suddenly aware of how different this felt than she expected.

Not forced. Not fake. Just… warm.

Pietra glanced at her, expression shifting, the humor fading just enough for something more honest to slip in. —Hey,— she said, tone softer now. —About what happened. With Comporta. And the rumors.—

Amelie straightened a little. The mention of Comporta tightened something in her stomach—an echo of that week in May when she’d woken up to her name trending, paired with cheating and Lando and Magui, all because of one stupid photo.

—It wasn’t our fault,— Pietra continued, —but I should’ve said something. Reached out. I didn’t realize it would blow up the way it did, and when it did, it was already too messy. I didn’t know if I should text you or leave it alone. And by the time Max tried to explain it all, it just… felt too late.—

Amelie didn’t answer right away. She stared out at the course, tapping a finger against the wheel. —Yeah,— she said finally. —It sucked.—

—I know.—

—It really fucking sucked.—

Pietra nodded. —I know.—

Amelie glanced at her, searching her face. —Did she know I’d see those pictures? Magui, I mean.—

Pietra hesitated. Just a beat. But that was enough.

—That’s what I thought,— Amelie muttered.

—She didn’t do it maliciously. At least not...— Pietra stopped. Winced. —Okay. No. I don’t know that. But I do know Max was furious. He genuinely had no idea she’d be there, and it caused a whole thing between us. Like… a real fight.—

Amelie blinked. That part she didn’t know.

—I’m not saying this to get points,— Pietra added. —I just want you to know that we didn’t... I didn’t...cosign any of it. Max wouldn’t do that to you. Neither would I. Not intentionally.—

—I know Max wouldn’t,— Amelie said quietly. —And I guess… I know you wouldn’t either. Not now, anyway.—

A silence settled between them. Not tense, just thoughtful.

Pietra pulled at a loose thread on her polo. —I was kind of nervous inviting you to come out here. I thought you’d say no.—

—I almost did,— Amelie admitted. —But Lando bribed me with a massage.—

Pietra barked a laugh. —Sounds about right.—

—He also promised to light a sexy candle.—

—Jesus Christ.—

—I know. It’s tragic.—

They grinned at each other. And suddenly, it wasn’t awkward anymore.

They played a few more holes. Hit balls into bushes. Got mildly yelled at by an old man in plaid pants. Shared a can of sparkling lemonade from the cooler. Amelie showed Pietra how to swing like a “drunk aunt at a wedding,” and Pietra showed Amelie how to restart the cart when she accidentally flooded the engine. They were not good at golf, but they were getting better at this—whatever this fragile, hesitant friendship thing was turning into.

By the ninth hole, they were sun-flushed and laughing again, legs kicked up on the dash while they waited for the boys to reappear.

Amelie leaned her head back and sighed. —Honestly? You’re a lot cooler than I thought you’d be.—

Pietra raised a brow. —That’s either the best or worst compliment I’ve ever gotten.—

—I mean it. We’ve just… never really hung out. Outside of group stuff.—

—That’s because you’re famous and terrifying and I thought you hated me.—

—I don’t hate you.—

—Good. Because I think we’re in a codependent support group now. For Girlfriends of Stupid Men.—

Amelie laughed. —God. You’re right.—

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f1gftrash: amelie posting pietra on her story… peace has been restored🙏 → lanlover44: @f1gftrash fr the girlies are HEALING → wagwatcher_98: @lanlover44 max and lando probably high-fived after that story went up 😭

chaoticwags: lando and max sending their girls off like “go bond babes” while they go play golf is so boyfriend-coded → norisimp: @chaoticwags literally bromance + matchmaking in one trip → f1flirtz: @chaoticwags max was like “i want my boyfriend back, fix it queen”

ameliesfingertats: we went from “pietra unfollowed amelie??” to “pietra in amelie’s story looking like a vogue ad” like how did we get here → lilacformula: @ameliesfingertats idk but i’m living for this arc

lanmelieupdates: lando really said “you two are gonna get along even if it kills me” and honestly? king behavior → amelesbian: @lanmelieupdates he’s tired of group dinners being awkward 😭 → tiktoklanmelie: @lanmelieupdates lando’s in his peacekeeper era and it’s WORKING

formulababie: they better be sipping caipirinhas and trauma bonding rn i NEED this friendship → pietraluvbot: @formulababie if they come back with matching bracelets i’m gonna cry

hotlapshottie: be honest lando invited max just to fix his girlfriend’s beef with max’s gf so he can go back to being thirdwheeled in peace → daymansdaydream: @hotlapshottie the bromance agenda stays winning 😤 → amxln4: @daymansdaydream max missed his gossip sessions with amelie ok he’s suffering too

pietralover420: she in the golf cart like nothing happened... icon → wagsupreme: @pietralover420 she’s soft launching the redemption arc

maxiscat: max seeing amelie and pietra laughing like: finally. peace.

sunnyamelz: idc if it’s fake or not i love this new girlfriend alliance → y0uland0: @sunnyamelz honestly we needed this for the offseason content alone

pitwallprince: everyone talking about pietra and amelie making up but what about max getting his emotional support back

amelzbackup: remember when y’all said amelie was gonna throw hands?? now she’s throwing IG tags 💅 → wagsunite: @amelzbackup character development babes. we love to see it.

lanmelieslut: if pietra + amelie end up vibing??? iconic duo unlocked → gridgirlies: @lanmelieslut the fit pics will be out of control → pitwallpeach: @lanmelieslut we survived the cheating rumor arc for THIS

mclovinf1: wait… so this means double dates are back on the menu??? → tracksidewife: @mclovinf1 i’m manifesting dinner pics and chaotic uno nights → quadgirlszn: @mclovinf1 amelie dragging pietra into a skincare live in 3…2…1

norisbaby: Lando: "we left them alone to become friends" Me: refreshing stories every 5 seconds like a divorced parent on visitation weekend → kartingchaos: @norisbaby real the way i’m INVESTED

softlaunchlegend: i can’t believe pietra got promoted from ✨tension✨ to ✨instagram story✨ → ameliesbangs: @softlaunchlegend she passed the vibe check. welcome to the team.

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By the time the sun dipped fully behind the hills, casting the Cabo sky in hues of burnt orange and cotton-candy pink, the two golf carts rumbled their way back up the path to the villa. Amelie and Pietra were both flushed from the heat, slightly sweaty, and—shockingly—laughing about something Max had done during a bachelor party in Ibiza that involved a pineapple, a karaoke machine, and a mysterious allergic reaction.

Lando and Max, waiting by the stone steps where they’d started, perked up like puppies hearing their owner’s car pull into the driveway.

—They’re smiling,— Max whispered under his breath, eyes wide with disbelief.

Lando clutched his chest dramatically. —Bro. They’re laughing. Laughing. Like... together.—

—That’s not just tolerance. That’s banter.—

—That’s progress! We’re heroes.—

As the girls climbed out of the cart—Amelie adjusting her visor, Pietra pulling her hair off her neck—the boys barely resisted the urge to sprint over.

Instead, they played it cool.

For about two seconds.

—Oh my God, you’re back!— Lando gasped, jogging dramatically like Amelie had just returned from war. —I missed you so much. I almost died.—

—We saw each other two hours ago,— Amelie deadpanned, ducking when he tried to spin her.

—Two very long hours.—

—He cried twice,— Max added, sidling up to Pietra with a dopey grin. —Once because his ball went into a bush, and once because he found a leaf that looked like Amelie.—

—Okay, it really did look like her ponytail from behind!—

Pietra raised a brow, but her lips twitched. Amelie just rolled her eyes and gave Lando a lazy kiss on the cheek before stepping back.

—You boys are idiots.—

—But we’re your idiots,— Max said, already looping his arm around Pietra’s waist.

She snorted. —Barely.—

As they reached the villa, Pietra slipped off toward her room with a muttered, —Shower. I feel like I’ve been attacked by the sun.— Amelie, still holding her water bottle, veered toward the kitchen.

And that left the boys blessedly alone in the breezy, sun-warmed entryway.

The second the girls were out of sight, Max and Lando turned to each other with synchronized grins.

HIGH-FIVE.

VICTORY DANCE.

It was stupid. It was off-beat. Max attempted a moonwalk that looked more like a seizure, and Lando did this weird chest shimmy that made absolutely no sense. But it was triumphant.

—They’re friends! They’re actual friends now!— Lando whisper-shouted, fist-pumping like he’d just won a Grand Prix.

—Operation ‘Get Them To Bond Over Mocking Golf’ was a success,— Max nodded solemnly, still panting from the dance. —I feel like I just won an Oscar for Best Boyfriend Scheme.—

And then...

—Are you two done being morons?— came Amelie’s dry voice from the kitchen entrance.

They both froze.

Amelie leaned against the doorframe, sipping her water. Her golf outfit—short skirt, clingy top, visor still perched atop messy hair—should’ve looked ridiculous. But it didn’t. It looked devastating.

Lando straightened, looking sheepish. —Hey, love. I...uh...—

—You’re such idiots,— she said, walking over to him. She kissed him square on the mouth, slow, with a teasing little hum like she knew what it did to him.

When she pulled back, Lando’s brain short-circuited a little.

Then she leaned up and whispered, —I’m gonna go take a shower. Hope you join me.—

Lando blinked. Mouth parted. Soul left his body.

—Right. Water. Yes. I’ll just… hydrate first.—

Amelie smirked and sauntered away, hips swaying just enough to be illegal in several countries.

Once she disappeared down the hallway, Max let out a long, low whistle.

—Damn. She’s gonna kill you.—

—Happily,— Lando muttered, grabbing a bottle from the fridge and chugging half of it like it could extinguish the fire blazing under his skin.

When he finally came up for air, he turned to Max, quieter now. —I haven’t told you yet… but she said yes.—

Max blinked. —To?—

—To moving in. With me. In Monaco.—

Max grinned, eyes wide. —No way. She actually said yes?—

Lando nodded, practically glowing. —Yeah. After the tour ends. She said she’s ready. Said it feels right.—

—Bro, that’s huge.—

—I know. I haven’t shown her the apartment yet. Not since the remodel. I figured I’d surprise her when she comes out for the Monaco Grand Prix. Give her the full “welcome home” moment.—

Max clapped him on the shoulder. —You hopeless, lovesick idiot. Show me. I want to see what you did to the place.—

Lando grabbed his iPad from the coffee table and pulled up a folder marked “Monaco Nest 🐣.” Max choked on his laugh.

—You named it that? What are you, a bird?—

—Shut up. Look.—

He swiped through photos of the apartment. Gone were the cold bachelor whites and the overly minimalist furniture. In their place: soft earth tones, plush couches, warm lighting, big windows framed with breezy curtains. A kitchen built for late-night snacks and chaotic baking attempts. A reading nook. Candles. A second closet for Amelie. Plants that weren’t fake.

Max stared, stunned. —Dude. This isn’t a bachelor pad anymore. This is like... a couple’s Pinterest board exploded in here.—

—That’s the point. I want her to feel like it’s hers too. Not like she’s just crashing at mine.—

Max looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

—She’s gonna love it. You did good, man.—

Lando smiled, already picturing the look on Amelie’s face when she walked through the door. Already counting the days until he could call her his roommate, his girlfriend, his everything—all under one roof.

Now all he had to do... was survive that shower.

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nor-4 · 1 year ago

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Taking care of Sick Geto

Geto Suguru x Reader

"Geto let go I'm gonna pee" You said as you tried shaking geto off, it's been around 8 hours ever since both of you found out that geto is sick.

After that it's like you are trapped in a cage since geto wanted to hug you all day. "Nooo.. Can you hold it for a minute?" he murmured in your chest as he held you waist a bit tighter which makes you wanna take a pee more.

"I'm sweating bullets, it's already hot and you decided to hug me.." You tried reasoning as you try to shake of from his arms, "Not my fault you looks so huggable" He said as he readjusted his arms almost hitting the bowl from the night table that is filled with soup from earlier morning that you made so the medicine will be more effective for him.

Once geto re adjusted you took the advantage to get up from the bed which made the bed rise a little.

You and getou's shared house is not too fancy like those houses you find on pinterest, but sure is cozy and warm that makes you feel really welcome. A type of house that you will be comfortable to have a sleep over with, pantries filled with foods and snacks that geto sure will be nagging about when both of you are out for grocery, those neat looking kitchen that those Asian moms would love.

The living room that kids love because of those consoles and games that geto own, it's a safe place for both of you when all you just wanted was to hug each other while watching.

"I think I'm gonna die.." Geto said looking at you as he was sitting on the floor on the door of the bathroom like a kid as you do your business on the bathroom, "You're not don't worry." You said as you are scrolling through your phone.

"what's taking you so long? Are you shitting?" he nagged you again while giggling, his voice is a bit deeper, more raspy and airy than his normal voice. You always tease him about that because you said that he sound like a kid Justin bieber.

"Maybe you wouldn't know." You shrugged as you wash your self up and flushed the toilet really quick so geto wouldn't even try to take a peak, "Ewww it stinks" Geto acted as he pinch his nose as you walk by.

"Stop acting, you won't act like that later on when you couldn't breath on your other nostril." You said as you headed down stairs to make both of you a meal, this will be the third time that both of you eat. It's very rare for both of you to eat more than three time a day, you guys only did this when either both of you are sick.

Geto followed you like a lost kid as he walk lazily around the house, "I'm not feeling vegetables right now" he complained as he sat down near the stove so he will still be near you.

"Then don't eat, might as well make your cold worse." You stated as you started chopping the vegetables as geto sang lazily to the song you played, it's a habit of you to play music while cooking. Geto remembers the time when he wasn't sick he would dance around just to annoy you or just to enjoy the time with you.

You remembered the time where geto memorized the whole choreo of water by tyla just for you to watch him dance the whole song.

Your mind didn't have the capacity of a phone nor the smartest person on earth. But you remember every detail of it, you remember how much he made you so happy, how much effort he did just to make you laugh after a very busy and stressful week.

"God you're so beautiful.." Geto whispered as you looked at him seeing him looking at you with agape mouth, "I think I should marry you for the 100 times... Noo it's not enough, I should marry you on every chance I get. You know if you are sick, like really sick that there is no other cure than for me to die. I would rather die happy that I get to be loved by you."

Geto said this the time you said yes to him being your beloved of your life forever. He still remembers every detail even the tone he had while saying this, he always have a deja vu everytime he says this it was a good deja ju. A euphoria of the time where he vowed to never make you feel unwanted, unloved or anything that will make you sad. The time he vowed to love you in every aspect of your life, the time he said gratefully that he will love you even as a worm.

"You're being-" you are about to talk but geto keeps shushing you, "Oh girl now let's not ruin the moment." he sassed as you giggled while handling him the plate.

"I'd rather eat dick than eat vegetables all day.." Geto said raising his eyebrows on the vegetables, as you laugh smacking the sickness out of his system.

#geto suguru x reader #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru

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rose-pearls · 2 years ago

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Watching you go - Part 11

Here is the new part!! It took some time but it's here and I hope you like it!

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The sun had been shining for the past few days and you couldn’t stop smiling. The whole district seemed happier when the sun came out, which helped with the underlying tensions that always seemed to be in district twelve.

“Alright, I need your honest opinion.”, you hear Peeta say as he comes out of the bakery, the back door closing behind him.

“I promise.”, you tell him, and he smiles shily before showing you a small cake with a large scoop of frosting on it and some decorations.

“Peeta, it’s beautiful.”, you can’t help but whisper as you look at all of the small details, the flowers and the greenery. The boy seems unsure at your words, but you smile brightly, making him sit down next to you.

“Thank you, it’s a test. If they sell out at the end of the day my mother has said they will be a weekly occurrence.”, he seems nervous at the prospect, so you take his hand in yours, squeezing it in reassurance.

“I’m sure people will be rushing in to buy them.”, you tell him and Peeta smiles softly at you, that now familiar look in his eyes, full of love.

It had taken some time to get there, mainly you thinking that Peeta was in love with Katniss and the boy proving you wrong every step of the way. He had been looking at you like you were the somehow the best thing that happened to him and you looked at him the same way.

You never thought of Katniss and Peeta again, until they went into the games and suddenly there was third person in your relationship. Or so you thought, it seemed as if now you were the person too much in the relationship and not Katniss.

You couldn’t breathe, it was like someone had their hands wrapped around your throat, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Hey, kid, focus!”, you hear Haymitch say, and you take a shaky breath, holding onto his arm and trying to keep your beathing at a normal pace.

He takes your hand and puts it over his heart, making you take deep breaths with him and after a moment you finally manage it, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“What happened?”, he asks softly as you fall against the wall, your legs close to you as if they could protect you from the harsh reality.

“I can’t – I”, he nods quietly, as if understanding that you couldn’t explain it.

“It was the sight of them, right?”, Haymitch asks after a moment and you look at him, with the same blue-grey eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know the girl was there.”, he says, and you simply shake your head, it wasn’t his fault.

“It’s a shitty feeling, right? Seeing the person, you like falling in love with someone else.”, you look at him with questioning eyes, he looked cynic, but there was sadness in his eyes.

“Are you talking about my mum?”, you ask him quietly, you hadn’t approached the subject with him but maybe you needed to talk about it.

“No, it wasn’t her.”, he says softly, and you look at him for a moment before you remember something.

“You really are like Haymitch.”, Johanna had whispered in the hospital, a soft smile on her lips.

“Johanna.”, you say and for the first time you see him flinch in response.

“How do you know?”, he asks, eyes wide as if you had just discovered his darkest secret.

“I was wondering how Peeta was, and she said that I was just like you, more busy worrying about others then myself.”, he closes his eyes like it’s painful.

“What happened?”, you ask softly and Haymitch lets out a sigh.

“It’s nothing compared to your love story with lover boy there.”, Haymitch says, and you know that he is trying to avoid the topic, you did the same thing.

“Every story is different, doesn’t make it less important.”, you tell him softly and he chuckles before looking at his hands that are wringing his beanie.

“When Johanna got out of the arena, she had no one, her mentors didn’t help her, so I took her under my wing. She was the first person to tell me my four truths to my face, the rest had always been too scared.”, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the image of an angry Johanna spewing words at him.

“Yeah, she was real fun back then. But little by little she started opening up and so did I, we told each other practically everything without even realizing it. She reminded me of my first girlfriend and slowly I started falling for her.”, there is a sad smile on his lips at the words and you take his hand in yours.

“She never felt the same, she was in love with Finnick. The boy had taken some time to realize how amazing she was but once he did, he finally saw what was in front of him and he took the chance I never had.”, there are tears shimmering in his eyes and you squeeze his hand.

“Why didn’t you tell her?”, you ask him softly.

“Because she deserved better than an old drunk like me. Plus, she was never really interested, she always had eyes for Finnick.”, he whispers, and you feel frustrated at his negative thoughts.

“You are far more than an old drunk.”, you tell him and your father scoffs at your words, but you shake your head.

“You won the 50th Hunger Games and had to go to every game after that, that is not something a coward would be able to do. Sure, you may have a drinking problem but, in the end, you were always there for the people who needed you, Katniss, Peeta, Johanna and me. You are insanely smart and cunning you just need to believe in yourself again, don’t let Snow win in making you believe that you are useless.”, he is looking at you with teary eyes, but you can’t stop yourself.

“And you are my goddamn dad, whether it was planned or not you are, and I will not let you bring yourself down. Never let anyone make you feel insecure about yourself, you deserve so much. And if that person doesn’t realize how amazing and wonderful you are then it’s her loss.”, you tell him and after a moment you think of your words, the words that you should also be telling yourself.

Peeta wasn’t in love with you anymore, no matter how much you would try to ignore it and push everything aside. He wasn’t the sweet boy you had met at the bakery, the both of you had changed whether you wanted to or not.

“I think I need to do something.”, you whisper and Haymitch nods in reassurance, there is that knowing glint in his eyes that tells you he already knows what you are going to do.

“I’m here if you need a pep talk or just someone to be with.”, he tells you and you nod in response. He smiles softly at you before kissing your forehead.

“Thanks for the pep talk sweetheart.”, he whispers, and you smile at him.

“Anytime you need it.”, he nods in response before leaving you in the hallway, thinking over what you were going to say.

He looks surprised to see you there, his blue eyes wide open but there is a familiar smile that appears.

“Hi.”, you say, unable to move from the door and Peeta nods in response, like he is unable to say something at the moment.

“How are you doing?”, you ask him as you manage to make your feet move towards the end of his bed and you sit down at his feet.

“The doctors say that I’m doing better, some memories come back, and others don’t.”, he looks unsure at the end, like he doesn’t know if he should say it or not, but you simply nod.

“You can tell me that you don’t remember us, I won’t get mad.”, you tell him softly and he looks at his hands for a moment, fiddling with his bedsheet, he always used to do that when he was nervous.

“How are you doing?”, he asks, his blue eyes meeting yours and you smile, trying to reassure him.

“I’m fine, the doctor told me that I could leave the medical ward and that Johanna should check on my wounds.”, you tell him, and he snorts softly.

“Better be careful with Johanna.”, he says teasingly, and you laugh at the words.

“She’s alright, she was actually the first person I saw when I woke up and she didn’t immediately start yelling around.”, the boy laughs at your words and there is a silence that follows your words. For the first time in a long time, you don’t know how to fill it.

“You like her, Katniss.”, you say after a moment and Peeta looks at you with wide eyes but before he can say anything you start talking.

“I know you do; I recognize the look in your eyes. You used to look at me with that look.”, you tell him, and he seems ashamed of the words.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It’s not your fault. The worst part is that the both of us haven’t had a say or do in this.”, he looks at you with sad blue eyes and you look at him with tears welling up in your eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I was a little girl and I saw you behind your father’s legs. But we aren’t the same people we were before you got reaped, we tried to make it work but it didn’t in the end.”, you say, your breath shaky as you talk and Peeta takes a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault, I want you to remember that. You didn’t have any control in what happened in the Capitol and even before you got captured it was not perfect.”, you tell him as the blond boy closes his eyes.

“I will always love you, some part of me always will and I will always cherish the moments that we had together, but we can’t keep pretending that all of this didn’t happen.”, Peeta seems pained at the words, and you feel sick at the thought of hurting him.

“I have to choose myself and give you the chance to discover everything again without me holding you back. That doesn’t mean that I’m giving up on you, I’ll always be there for you, but this is me choosing myself for once.”, you tell him, and he nods in understanding.

“You’re right. I was scared to hurt you, but we should’ve done this sooner.”, he says, and the words hurt more than any wound you could ever get physically.

“Don’t be a stranger Mellark.”, you whisper softly and Peeta smiles sadly.

“Don’t be a stranger either Abernathy.”, he whispers, and you shake your head, promising yourself that you would be there for him.

“Goodnight Peeta.”, he whispers goodnight back and you get off the bed, walking towards the door feeling like you are losing a piece of yourself.

And as you close the door behind you, the tears fall down your cheeks and you feel like someone has ripped a part of your body off.

You feel arms wrap themselves around your body and you get ready to push the person off until you recognize the pine smell that Johanna always carried with her, and you just fall in her arms sobbing.

“Haymitch told me you would need me.”, she whispers, and you hold her tighter, sobs leaving your lips.

“It’s okay I’m right here, I’m not leaving.”, she whispers, and you close your eyes, wishing for the memories of the blond boy to disappear but they just flash in front of your eyes.

You don’t realize that at the same time the boy with the bread is watching the door with tears streaming down his cheeks, memories coming back one by one.

#hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games #hunger games x reader #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark x reader #peeta x reader #peeta imagine #peeta mellark #i love peeta

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bitchinbarzal · 4 months ago

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Unspoken Prayer | M Rossi

Marco had always prayed before every game. It wasn’t a superstition — it was a ritual. A quiet moment to ground himself before stepping onto the ice. When you came into his life, it became something more. You weren’t particularly religious, but you understood how much it meant to him, how much he needed it. So when he asked you to join him — to sit beside him, to hold his hand and whisper a prayer with him before every game — you never said no.

It became your thing. Your moment, together, before the chaos of the rink.

Until now.

Now, you were gone.

And it was his fault.

It started small — most fights did. A snide remark, a bad mood, tension neither of you had the patience to shake off. Marco had been stressed with the season winding down, with the looming weight of playoffs pressing on his shoulders. You had your own stresses too, but instead of leaning on each other, it was like you were pulling in opposite directions, stretching thin.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Marco” you had snapped, arms crossed as you stood in the middle of the living room “That I don’t feel like I’m on my own half the time? That I miss you?”

Marco scoffed, running a hand through his hair “You miss me? Are you serious right now?” His voice was tight with frustration “You know what this time of year is like, Y/N. I have enough pressure as it is—I don’t need this from you, too”

“This?” You repeated, voice rising “I’m not this, Marco. I’m your girlfriend. And I feel like I don’t even exist in your world anymore unless it’s convenient for you”

“That’s not fair”

“Isn’t it?” You shook your head, exhaling sharply “I don’t want to fight with you. I just, I need space. I’m gonna stay at a friend’s for a while”

And just like that, you were gone.

Four days later, Marco sat in the locker room, hands clasped, waiting. Hoping.

He should’ve apologized sooner. He should’ve called, should’ve done something. But he’d been too proud, too stubborn. And now, game one of the playoffs was minutes away, and you weren’t here.

The seat beside him, the one you always took in the quiet corners of the arena, was empty.

He bowed his head anyway, hands folding together like always. But it wasn’t the same. Your hands weren’t there, fingers interlaced with his. Your soft whisper, your quiet presence—everything he relied on, everything that calmed him before every game—was missing.

He was missing you.

And when the game started, it showed.

His passes were sloppy. His legs felt heavy. His focus wavered, like he was skating through fog. Every shift, every play, felt off. He missed an open net and then, late in the third, with the game tied and the crowd on their feet, he lost the puck at the blue line.

They lost.

He barely heard the final buzzer over the ringing in his ears.

The locker room was suffocating after the game. Marco sat at his stall, head in his hands, listening to the muffled voices around him.

“You good, man?” Zuccy asked, voice hesitant.

Marco just nodded, even though he felt anything but good.

He had no one to blame but himself. Not for the game—that was just hockey. But for this ache in his chest, this unbearable weight pressing down on him? That was because of you. Because he let you walk away without fighting for you to stay.

And now, he wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back.

Marco thought about texting you. About showing up at your friend’s door, about begging for another chance. But the fear of rejection, the fear that maybe he’d pushed you too far, kept him frozen.

Until there was a knock at the door.

His breath caught. He barely had time to register the sound before he was moving, nearly ripping the door open in his haste.

And there you were.

You looked tired, like you hadn’t been sleeping much either. Your fingers curled around the strap of your bag, hesitation written all over your face.

“I—”

“I saw the game” you interrupted softly “You looked…”

“Lost” he finished, voice raw “I was”

You swallowed, nodding slightly “I didn’t know if I should come”

“You should” His voice cracked “You should always come”

The silence between you stretched, thick with unspoken words. Then, after a moment that felt like forever, you stepped forward. Slowly. Cautiously.

Marco held his breath as your fingers reached for his, curling around them gently. He felt the warmth of your touch seep into his skin, grounding him, steadying him in a way nothing else could.

“I missed you” he whispered.

You exhaled shakily “I missed you too”

His grip tightened, as if letting go meant losing you all over again.

“Come inside?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded.

And later, when you sat beside him on the couch, hands clasped, heads bowed, Marco closed his eyes and prayed.

This time, he wasn’t alone.

#nhl imagine #marco rossi imagine #marco rossi x reader

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princesspastel8 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 29

Third POV

It's Sunday. Eboni has spent her weekend trapped in EJ's Infirmary with Jeff by her side almost 24/7. The teen wants to address this, but she knows he'll just brush it off. She questions why he struggles to vocalize how he cares for her. In her mind, it isn't as difficult since his actions speak for him.

In honesty, she finds the killer being reluctant to voice his emotions kinda cute. Though she'll never admit that out loud. Her eye is healed enough for her to open it. Her cut lip is healed while the bruise on her cheek is fading. Her ribs still ache as well as her ankle, but nothing is broken- so she can manage. Her hand, though, is going to take the longest to heal. The serum is enough to lessen how large the cut is, but it's still going to require more stitching.

On the plus size, Eboni has gotten a chance to get to know EJ and BEN. They don't seem too bad, but BEN is a bit of a perv that's on drugs. If he offers Eboni another mystery pill, she swears to throw him into a tub full of ice-cold water - other than that, he's a good buddy to smoke weed with.

She finds EJ interesting. His knowledge within the medical field is a bit surprising until he opens up on how he became what he is. It's a bit disheartening that slenderman played a part in it, though, but he holds no grudges.

Right now, both Eboni and BEN are playing mario Cart on one of EJ's medical monitors. BEN, of course, hacked it so it can display the screen on his switch. The two have had three races, BEN winning all of them - Eboni in last place every time.

Eboni grabs her pillow, hitting the glitching demon multiple times upside his head. "The third fucking time!? And these maps are complete ass!"

"Ack! Aye! It's not my fault you suck at this shit! I thought you were a streamer!"

"In my free time, when I'm bored. I don't play Nintendo games, you elf!"

"What games do you play?"

"Shooting games - like Call of duty. It's fun pissing those gamer freaks off." She grins.

"Ugh- fine. I'll put one of those games in. What else do you play?"

"Cookin' momma and any just dance game."

BEN laughs, "Really? Just dance? Cookin momma? Those games are ridiculous!"

Eboni raised a brow, "so your saying that they're so bad you can beat me at them?"

"Hell yeah, I can - wanna bet?"

Eboni holds out her hand, the creature shaking it as she proudly says, "DEAL!"

Jeff and EJ sit back in one of the few chairs in the room, watching the two play. Jeff's attention is mostly on Eboni, not knowing that he's smiling rather softly towards her. These pass days, Jeff allows himself to accpet a number of things. The first is his overwhelming feelings for Eboni. Something about her - something within her - keeps drawing him in - making him want much more.

Nothing, and no one has been able to hold his attention almost constantly. His attention span is pretty short. It doesn't take the killer much to become bored rather quickly, but with Eboni, he doesn't face that issue. He seems to find out something new about her every day. Her attitude and feisty nature always make things more entertaining.

After spending two days with her, it still isn't enough. He doesn't want her to leave his side - not even for a second. He never thought he'll be this clingy. But after seeing her so bruised and hurt, a strong, overpowering sense of needing to protect what's his took over him completely. Jeff doesn't care what anyone says, nor how others look at her within the mansion. All he cares about, all he wants is for Eboni to be safe & feel safe.

EJ glances at Jeff, grinning a bit. "She really has you whipped, huh?" He teases, elbowing his shoulder playfully.

Jeff eyes harden, scoffing while shaking his head. "As if."

"Come on Jeff. It's written all over your face." EJ grins, glancing at Eboni. "She's really something. I see why you fell hard."

"I didn't fall for that fuckin' bi-"

"Sprout bullshit all you want. Everyone knows how you feel." The cannibal shrugs, giving the smiling killer a knowing look.

Jeff sighs heavily, leaning back in his chair as he watches Eboni begin to play just dance with BEN. "Whatever....how did yours make you feel?" He asks hesitantly, knowing how sensitive this topic is for EJ.

He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. "She was my world. She gave me this high that I've never felt before, my addictive drug."

"Have you ever...felt this overwhelming feeling to protect her? The thought of any other guy looking at her pisses you off?"

EJ can't help but chuckle. "Sometimes yeah, but you're far more possessive than I ever was. You never seem to leave Eboni alone - not that she minds."

"I..." Jeff doesn't know what else to say. EJ is right as he is most of the time.

"She gives you this sense of control that you've never had, even before being dragged into this mansion. It levels you- but no worries, you're still a crazy mother fucker." He said, patting his shoulder.

The smiling killer doesn't shrug his hand off this time. The eyeless cannibal is right - the desire to have complete control over something, anything, and Eboni gives him that. Giving him complete control over her life. The idea of having someone to control has always been appealing, thrilling even.

Sure, Nina could've filled that role, but she wouldn't have lasted, and her existence irks him. Throwing away such a good life - a life he sometimes wishes he had. Sure, he had a mother and a father, even a little brother, but it wasn't stable - he was never stable.

A cheer breaks him from his thoughts, Eboni performing a rather sensual victory dance while BEN lays on the floor - exhausted. Eboni completely floored BEN in cookin momma, just dance, and even a few shooting games. Even with all the cheat codes BEN gathered, he couldn't beat raw talent.

Eboni bends down, holding her hand out and giving BEN a mocking pitied look. "Switch, please."

Accepting defeat, he snaps his fingers as his Nintendo Switch system appears in her hands. With a giddy smile, she skips over to Jeff, showing off what she won. "I beat the game, demon!" She cheers gleefully.

Jeff stands, patting the top of her head. "Good job, princess."

"What the fuck man! You know how much I love that thing and your praising her!?"

Jeff grins, flipping BEN off as he moves onto Eboni's medical bed. "Go cry about it."

"Asshat!" He shouts before zapping away.

EJ laughs, standing from his chair. "Slenderman is requesting me. I'll be back to do one more check-up on her."

Jeff nods, watching the cannibal leave. He smiles at Eboni, patting his thigh. The teen eagerly jumps onto the bed, moving to sit in between his legs. The killer wraps his arms around her waist, sighing in contentment while Eboni messes around with her new Switch to fit her taste.

"Gonna open up about that little episode you had?" He questions, watching her fingers still against the joysticks.

There has been this unspoken air between the two. Most of it is regarding what took place Friday, the other being their feelings for one another that neither of them are ready to discuss any time soon. Eboni tenses a bit, leaning her head up to look at Jeff.

"I don't..." The topic of her parents has always been a sensitive one. But maybe it's time she forces herself to talk about it.

"If you do, I'll give you a reward." He whispers to her, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against her hips.

Eboni gulps nervously, lowering her head as she takes a deep breath. "O-Okay..." she whispers, beginning her story.

It's Christmas Eve. Jacob, Eboni's father's family, has invited him to spend Christmas with them. It was surprising considering they've grown apart the moment Jacob proposed to his wife, Yasmine.

His family fought and never accepted Yasmina, which made no sense considering how sweet and loving the woman was. Unfortunately, she has no family of her own except for her husband and daughter - which played a role in Jacob's family disliking her.

However, both are individually successful. Jacob is a world-renowned martial artist, owning several self-defense studios across the United States. Yasmina is a world-renowned chef and retired gymnastics coach. They've paved the way for their eight year old daughter to have an amazing future.

The family is currently driving to Jacob's family home, which happens to be a huge mansion. Yasmine isn't looking forward to this trip, but Eboni is. The young child couldn't wait to see her aunt that she misses and loves so much. Yasmine was looking forward to seeing Jacob's older sister, though. The woman is the only one she gets along with - the only one she trusts.

"Honey, I told you we should've left before the snow storm gotten closer." Yasmine sighs.

"Yeah, yeah - I get it, woman. You were right." Jacob said, rolling his eyes playfully, which earns him a light smack on his arm.

"Oh, don't start! It's just the snow os picking up. The weather report also said to be mindful of black ice. Maybe we should find a motel and -"

"I've been driving since I was sixteen years old. I'm 30 babe, this storm is child's play."

Eboni giggles, playing with her stuffed rabbit, glances out of her window - gasping at the snow. "Ish so pretty and white! Lookie look!"

"I see, sweetie. It's very beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as my little princess."

Eboni giggles, squeezing her rabbit close to her chest. Swinging her feet at her father's words. "Momma is prettier!"

"Oh, Eboni, stop -"

"Mhm. Both of you are my gorgeous girls. Aaaaall mine." Jacob smiles, moving to place his hand on Yasmine thigh.

After an hour or so, Jacob notices this black van with tinted windows following them. At every turn, every stop light - the van is right behind them, tailgating them. Yasmine has noticed too but hasn't voiced her concerns, not wanting to scare her daughter.

Jacob and Yasmine share a knowing look as they hold each others hands. Jacob begins speeding through the snowstorm, running red lights and making a few sharp turns. Unfortunately, the black is still hot on their tail.

"Momma? Papa? Why is the car going so fast? Ish little scary..." she pouts, gripping her rabbit plush even tighter.

"No reason, sweetie! Daddy is just trying to get there as fast as he can since the storm is getting worse. We might get stranded in the middle of the road if he doesn't hurry." Yasmine explains as calmly as she could.

Eboni notices the two holding their hands and the worried expressions on their faces. Eboni reaches forward, placing her hand over her parents - feeling a sense of comfort now.

The comfort fades the moment Jacob loses control over the car after sliding on a large patch of black ice. The man keeps his composer, turning the wheel in the opposite direction - gaining control rather quickly. He smiles, looking at his wife then at his daughter.

"You guys oka-"

SKREEEEEEEET- BANG!

A sixteen wheeler comes crashing head-on into the family. The front of the car is completely destory, and Eboni's parents crushed. Eboni's eyes widen at the sight, screaming at the top of her lungs- crying out for her parents to speak, pleading with them to let her know that they're alright. Eboni was struggling to keep consciousness, suffering extreme internal bleeding. The last sight of her loving parents being their mangled corpses.

"The poor girl. Her father's family wants nothing to do with her..."

"Losing your parents. What kind of Christmas gift is that?"

Eboni slowly opens her eyes, blinking them a few times to adjust to the brightness of the hospital room. She tries to sit up, whimpering at the pain she feels all over her body.

"Oh no, no! You mustn't move, sweetheart. You have to rest." The nurse said, gently lowering the child back down.

"Momma...papa? Where are...momma and Papa?" Eboni questions, her voice horse. The child was stuck in a coma for a week.

The two nurses share a heartbreaking look. The first nurse slowly shakes her head. "Um... sweetheart, they aren't here right now."

"Wh...what? But momma and papa are hurt! Hospitals heal people! So they should be ok...momma and Papa are ok..right?" She questions, lips quivering. The poor child didn't want to believe the horrifying images of her parents being real. The doctors can just piece them back together. They're miracle workers just like her father taught her.

The nurses stay quiet, not sure how to comfort the child while trying to keep the heartbreaking truth from her.

"Then Tete? Where's Eboni's Tete?" The eight year old questions, referring to her auntie.

The nurses remain silent again, confirming the child's suspicions. Her parents are gone. They weren't coming back. The doctors couldn't fix them. No one could bring them back. Her other family, her aunt, has completely left her to endure this new painful reality alone.

"No... NO MOMMA! PAPA! EBONI IS AWAKE! SHE'S OK, SO YOU SHOULD BE OK!" she screams, forcing herself to sit up - the child slipping into hysterics.

The nurses begin to panic, phoning for the doctor to come. Once there, he orders the nurses to hold the child down.

"But she's just a kid!" The second tries to reason.

"And she'll injure herself further in this state! We have to sedate her!" He explains, pulling out a rather large needle filled with cheer liquid.

Eboni sees this and screams at the top of her lungs, the same gut-wrenching scream as before. She trashes around, the nurses having no choice but to force the child down and strap her in place. The doctor sighs, walking over and forces the needle into a vein within the child's arm - slowly pushing the liquid into her.

Quickly, Eboni begins to calm down heavy tears streaming down her face. From that day forward, the young child's world - that was full of happiness and love - will become a life full of hellish experiences, solitude, and a chain of endless abuse.

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its-tricky-to-save-baldurs-gate · 1 year ago

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Reunion

A fan fic where Tav is Astarion's younger sibling/brother/sister keeping it GN so anyone can imagine Tav however they want (well Tav is wearing a hood and mask and an high elf so sort of but still lol) Spoiler alerts for the game! Read at your own risk.

"Over here!" Tav froze as they heard a familar voice -- one they hadn't heard in centuries. Tav looks over to Shadowheart who is puzzled and concern, their eyes began to tear up. "I think someone I know is also captured and still alive."

Shadowheart's eyes soften, judging her high-elven ally's reaction. Had they lost this person? "Then what are we waiting for? I'm sure this person would be pleased to see you." Shadowheart responded. Tav and Shadowheart run for the cliff then they found the source: form a distance a pale high elf.

The Shar Cleric tugs Tav's sleeve. Who's that?" she whispered. Tav gives her a look. "My brother..." Tav replied in a hushed tone.

The pale elf sees Tav and Shadowheart, seemly relieved. "Hurry, I got one of those brain things cornered." Tav looks over shocked, dropping their weapon, the pale elf respond with a bewildered expression. Shadowheart watches with concern. "Why are you looking at me like that? The brain thing!" He points at the direction of the cliff side. Tav slowly walks over to him. "Astarion?" Tav replied.

The pale elf grow shocked and pulls out his dagger but Tav wasn't stirred by it. "Get back, how did you know my name?!" Shadowheart looks at Tav, it was starting to worry as she prepares her weapon. "What are you doing? I don't think he wants to talk." Tav removes their hood and mask, the pale elf's eyes went from hostile to shock.

(Astarion's pov third person) Memories of a distant past before Cazador resurfaced. At sixteen, he hold his baby sibling for the first time. At twenty-one, he bites his lip as five year old Tav talks his ear off. Another time that same year, he saves Tav from drowning. At thirty-one, Astarion listens to Tav vent about their parents expectations and Tav wanted something different. Last memory is pushing Tav to save them. Cazador swoop in and the next two hundred years was hell.

(Now back to Tav)

Astarion stands there in a trance then looks at his sibling; he puts away his dagger cautiously. "Are you really Tav? Or am I speaking to a thrall?" Tav shook their head. "Its me, I'm not a thrall," Then the mind worm connected their minds. Revealing each others memories to an extent. Astarion shakes his head as the memories faded. Tav rubs their temples, the pain and sensation from inside their skull was irritating. "It's the mind flayer worm, It connected us," Tav respond.

Astarion's eyes soften with realization. "The worm of course. That explain things. Somewhat..." And to think he was going to decorate the ground with his sibling's inwards. Guilt and exhaustion was running through him like a punch in a face. He should be happy to see someone from his past life let alone a family member but he felt numb instead. He didn't started really bonding with Tav till they became an adult. No one was at fault the siblings had a large age gap.

"Um, did you said about a mind flayer cornered?" Tav asked. Astarion started chuckled awkardly. "That was a lie to question you. Uh...apologies." he replied.

Tav sighed, they ain't getting mad for this, their too tired physically and mentally. "Apology accepted, I can understand why. I might've done something like that if I was in your shoes." Astarion smiles somewhat, a rare softness shows as he places his hands on his hips. "I'm glad you understand then. So Gwing, do you know anything about these worms?"

Astarion can sense that Tav had developed a wisdom from the passage of time and experience since that fateful night. Tav looks down with fear written on their face. "Yes unfortunately, they'll turn us into mind flayers." Tav replied.

Shit this is worse than he thought. The horror sets in, Astarion realizes once again, he'll be controlled by a different being. "Turn us into..." Astarion starts laughing he didn't want to believe, but reality is cruel. "Of course it'll turn me into a monster. What did I expect?" Then he started to think. "Although it hasn't yet. If we can find an expert -- someone that can control these things. There might still be time." Tav looks at him scared it reminded him of when Tav was little hiding behind him when he talks to someone.

"Control it? We need to get rid of it." Tav replies.

Tav can't deny they are frustrated. Where were you? I thought you were dead. What about its good to see you again? Alias the younger high elf bites their lip. Astarion nods in response to Tav's statement.

"Yes of course, but first things first. Tav I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd, with familar company isn't such a bad idea." said Astarion.

Tav relaxes they had a feeling this is Astarion's way of assuring them he's glad to see them again. To be fair Astarion didn't believe his own sibling was there in front of him.

Shadowheart who was quietly listening to all of this was relieved there was no fights. "I'm glad no one is hurt, I think we should get going." said Shadowheart.

The three nodded and head out. Astarion felt happiness for the first time. But there is a new fear manifesting, Cazador will know soon and his relationship with his sibling will be put to the test. Lets hope they don't come out dead or worst twisted and broken. And he owes an explanation Tav needs, and answers he can provide...soon.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion x sibling!tav #astarion x tav #fanfic #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion and tav #bg3 fanfic prompt #bg3 fanfiction

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genuinerio · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER II. The Weirdo On Maple Street.

She’s A Rainbow ↠ 「 STEVE HARRINGTON 」

PAIRINGS: Steve Harrington (eventual love interest), Jonathan Byers x sibling!OC, Joyce Byers x daughter!OC.

WARNINGS: the following mentions of both the usage and talk of drugs.

WORDS: 7, 203.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the gifs used nor original plot lines of Stranger Things however, I do own the storylines of my OC, Nadine. Italics are both Nadine’s thoughts and memories and third chapter for “Oh, Darling,” is in the works, thank you everyone for being patient. Also, I am extremely sorry for such a long wait as I had been very conflicted on a particular storyline of Nadine’s that happens in this chapter but since I could no longer decide on the storyline, I decided to scrap the whole thing and start over. Another thing is when it comes to my writing, I can be quite a perfectionist. Happy Stranger Things Day! Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading!

Monday, November 7th 1983.

WAKING UP TO A THROBBING SENSATION OF AN AWOKEN HEADACHE, Nadine who was stretching out her arms while she remained sitting up in bed, had begun to notice her picture frame; a picture containing of her and her family. It wasn’t Jonathan nor Joyce that she had noticed in particular but of her dear little brother, Will that her face immediately fell into glumness. Getting out of bed, Nadine grabbed a bottle of painkillers and carried on with getting ready for a new day. Looking around her bedroom, she had glanced at her Norman Whiteside poster, who was one of her favorite soccer players that she had received as a gift from her brothers and to whom was quite cute had she added. As she kept glancing away, she noticed her portraits, majority of them having her family as the subject for her artwork, her family being her biggest support whether it was with her art, her soccer team or simply grades. But this particular art piece, irked Nadine because it was one of Will that she had painted of him as he had modeled for her to paint.

While changing out of her previous clothing and into new clothes, Nadine had kept thinking about her brother and where exactly he had gone. She couldn’t help but feel immense guilt based on the fact that if she hadn’t been busy that night, he wouldn’t had been missing.

This is all your fault, Nadine. Will is missing because of you and everything is all of your fault.

Trying to shake the toxic thoughts in her mind, Nadine had begun to carry on going downstairs only to foresee her mother and Jonathan sitting down to eat breakfast, “All right, Mom. Breakfast is ready.”

“What? No, be careful of the poster.” A distraught Joyce had commented to Jonathan. As Nadine carefully walked into the kitchen, understandingly not wanting to be there, she couldn’t help but feel awful for her mother’s current mental state.

“Yeah, okay. All right.” Jonathan had placed the breakfast plates in front of Joyce, “I can’t eat.” Jonathan had attempted to get his mother to eat, “I just need you to eat, Mom.”

“Listen. Listen, the Xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes.” Her mother mentioned sniffling as Nadine sat down at the table. “Yeah.”

“And I don’t want you to go alone and I don’t think Nadine will be able to go with you since she has soccer practice.” Joyce had mentioned as Nadine forced herself to remain silent but nodded in acceptance, “No, we know. We told you, we got it.” Jonathan had mentioned as he and Nadine were aware of Joyce’s fear.

“So, I’m gonna have Karen take you, ‘cause I should be here.” Joyce had informed Jonathan as Nadine nodded her head, “Actually, I think I can go, instead. I’ll just explain to my coach that I have something else going on.”

“But Nadine, this game is really important for the team.” Joyce had tried to explain but Nadine cut her off trying to reason with her mother, “Yeah, but finding Will is way more important for us, for me.”

“Okay.”

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies? How much is a copy?” Joyce had asked both of her children, “Yeah, okay. Okay, Mom. Mom.”

“Ten cents? If we... ten cents-“ Joyce had begun to stammer as Nadine and Jonathan tried to calm her down, “Mom. Mom. Mom!”

“You can’t get like this okay?” Jonathan had advised as him and Nadine had comforted their mother as she begun to stutter, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“No? It’s okay.” Both Jonathan and Nadine had stated, only for a knock on the door to remove them from the comforting of their mother, “We’ve been waiting six hours.”

“I know. I came as soon as I could.” Nadine immediately recognized that voice once she heard it, Hopper. “Six hours.”

“A little bit of trust here, alright?” Hopper had motioned as he shut the door once Nadine had walked carefully into the living room trying to get information but not being assumed to be eavesdropping. “We’ve been searching all night. Went all the to Cartersville.”

“And?” Her mother had asked, looking at least a little grimmer of hope that Will would be found, “Nothing.” The word that had caused Nadine to drop her head down in a complete distressed state.

“God.”

“Flo says you got a phone call?” Hopper had commented, trying to place Joyce’s mind on newfound faith, “Oh yeah.” Joyce had remembered throughout her sniffles as all four of them walked to the wallphone in the living room.

“Storm barbecued this pretty good.” Hopper had discussed as he held onto the burnt phone, “The storm?” Joyce had asked, believing the cause to be completely different. “What else?”

“You’re saying that, that’s not weird?”

“No, it’s weird.” Hopper had freely admitted, “Can we, like, trace who made the call?” Jonathan had asked as Nadine joined in, “Contact the provider? Or something-“

“No, it doesn’t work like that. Now, uh, you’re sure it was Will? Because Flo said you just heard some breathing.” Hopper had suggested but Joyce stood her ground and insisted as her voice began to break, “No. it was him. It was Will. And he was scared. And then something-“ Nadine and Jonathan both immediately began to comfort their mother.

“It was probably just a prank call. It was somebody trying to scare you.”

“Who would do that?” Jonathan had wondered, “Well, this things been on TV. It brings out all the crazies, you know. False leads, prank calls, uh...”

“No, Hopper, it was not a prank. It was him.” Joyce declared, believing she knew exactly what she heard but unfortunately, Hopper didn’t believe so, “Joyce.”

“Come on, how about a little trust here?” Joyce demanded of Hopper, “What, you think I’m...I’m making this up?”

“I’m not saying that you’re making it up. All I’m saying is it’s an emotional time for you.”

“And you think I don’t know my own son’s breathing? Wouldn’t you know your own daughter’s?” Joyce had declared in a fit of protest, something that had irked something in Hopper as Joyce continued to sniffle.

“You hear from, uh, Lonnie yet?” Hopper had asked in a moment of tension as he began to move into another position of the room, “No.”

“It’s been long enough. I’m having him checked out.” Hopper mentioned as he placed his sheriff’s hat on his head and began to walk outside, “Oh, come on! You’re wasting your time.” Joyce reacted as she sighed.

Nadine had swept her mother into a hug as she began to mumble comforting words and the fact that Will will be found soon as Jonathan followed Hopper outside, “Hey, Hopper. Hopper. Let me go.” Jonathan began panting walking up to Hopper’s police truck.

“I’m sorry?”

“To Lonnie’s. Nadine could overhear Jonathan’s plea as she heard his conversation with Hopper, “You know, if Will’s there, it means he ran away. And if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. He’ll.:. He’ll hide. You know, he’s good at hiding.”

“Yeah? Well cops are good at finding. Okay? Stay here with your mom and Nadine. She needs you, she needs both of you.”

As Jonathan had walked back into the house, Nadine had walked towards him, “Jonathan? Are you going to visit Lonnie?” Something that she immediately knew was true and despite the trauma that Loonie had put her through, she loved her dear brother and was willing to suck it up and find him at all costs.

“Yeah, want to come?” A nod of Nadine giving Jonathan a yes of confirmation because despite the two not being as close, Jonathan still believed that he should include Nadine in any searchings for Will because he is both their little brother and they care deeply for him.

As both Jonathan and Joyce had left for school and work, Nadine had opened the cabinet found within the kitchen only to find multiple bottles of medication. One in particular, her ADHD medication, something Nadine had been diagnosed with since she was a young girl considering her hyperactivity, easily distraction and infamously, her exaggerated emotional responses.

Despite advised not to over do it, Nadine when the girl ran out of various of drugs, like heroin or speed, she would turn towards popping multiple tablets of her ADHD medication as an exception of an excuse for a drug induced high.

Eventually, grabbing her backpack, Nadine had left to attend school; something that she had admitted to being awfully early to this particular morning than most of other times. Arriving to Hawkins high school, she was immediately greeted by her closest friends, Steve whom with being the kind friend he is had often walked her to her first period class considering the fact that he wanted to make sure she was alright.

Sitting throughout her first period class, Nadine couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed with thoughts about Will and the guilt she placed over herself. This is all your fault, if you had stayed home that night, he wouldn’t have gone anywhere. Trying her best to control her mind to think about a different topic, she just couldn’t. The girl couldn’t help the heartbreak within herself as she processed the theories on where she and Jonathan could find, where they could possibly find him.

The ringing of the school bell had echoed throughout her brain had awoken her back to reality. “Nadine, I need to talk to you.” Gulping her breath at Mr. Carter’s words, Nadine slowly walked up to his desk, the girl hoped that it wasn’t anything nerve wracking because she was already going through so much as it was already.

“Nadine, you’re failing my class and I need you to begin to put the effort into your work.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Carter. I’ve just had been going through a lot, with my family and my brother’s disappearance with soccer practice...I-.” Trying to explain her reasoning of failing his class, Nadine was cut off.

“Nadine, now, I understand. Tell you what, I’ll give you an exception but please, catch up. Alright?”

His words had comforted her and she deeply needed this opportunity because she couldn’t let her family down. Her family was already going through so much and she didn’t want to put more stress on them than there already was.

“I have soccer practice after school and then after that, work but I guess, I could tell my coach that I need to take the time to study. I’m sure he’ll understand.” She was indeed correct, Particularly, Nadine’s coach was an understanding man and someone who Nadine had valued as a father figure besides Hopper of course, considering they were more like her father than Loonie ever was.

Attempting to wash her worries away, Nadine had started to play with her fingers as she walked into the school’s hallway. Walking towards her friendship circle but in a slower manner to collect her thoughts, she could overhear Steve mention to Nancy, “My dad has left town on a conference and my mom’s gone with him, ‘cause you know, she doesn’t trust him.”

“Good call.”

“So are you in?” Steve had asked to a confused Nancy, “In for what?”

“No parents? Big house.” Carol informed to Nancy, “A party?” A gullible Nancy questioned which had caused Nadine to want to stop and facepalm right in the middle of the school hallway.

“Ding! ding, ding!” Carol teasingly mocked as Tommy chuckled at the joke.

“It’s Tuesday.”

With Steve trying to convince Nancy to attend his house party despite her unawareness that they don’t care that it’s a weekday to throw a party. “It’s Tuesday! Oh my god.” She could hear Tommy mocking Nancy’s remark.

“Come on. It’ll be low key. It’ll just be us. What do you say? Are you in or are you out?” It was clear that Nancy would need to think about this situation a bit more.

Finding her friends including Nancy and Barb in the hallway, Nadine had quickly been alerted of a house party that Steve would host whenever his parents were out of town which was a lot. “Dean, Steve is throwing a party tonight since his parents aren’t home, you coming?” Carol had mentioned, calling Nadine out by her nickname that her closest loved ones would call her.

“Definitely!” Nadine was known to be quite the socialist, quite opposite to her twin brother who was a very introverted boy. Most people were surprised to find out that they were twins nor even related because their differences overpowered their similarities the two had shared. “But wait. I just realised I can’t!”

“What? Why not?” Both Steve and Carol questioned in unison, “I have ‘work shift’ tonight and I can’t call it off because my family and I really need the money. Even if my boss is a a fucking asshole.” Nadine applying air quotes to the words of the work shift because it wasn’t always a work shift but rather, her own personal hell but she couldn’t pass this up either unfortunately.

“Nadine. Your boss is full of shit, why do that to yourself? I’m sure that it won’t matter if you miss one shift. Besides, your boss is not really giving you a work shift but rather, his only way to take advantage because he likes to take advantage.” Tommy advised, which caused Nadine to roll her eyes. She was no doubt aware of this but she didn’t want to put anymore stress on her family than there already was already.

“Wow! Thanks Tommy, for such comforting words. Besides I know that, if my family finds out though, then I’m so screwed. My family is going through enough as it is.” Nadine’s sarcastic comment failed to give her a grimmer of comfort like it always had this time at least.

“I think I can attend afterwards but can we please talk about something else, please?” With those words, her wish was granted as Carol looked beyond her, “Oh, God. Look.”

A phrase that caused Nadine and her friends to turn around only to see that her friends were now placing all their attention into watching Jonathan as he plastered the “find Will” posters that him and Nadine had spent the previous night creating.

“Oh god. That’s depressing.” Nadine pressed her tongue to her cheek in a fit of anger. Despite her friend’s treatment to Jonathan, Nadine had vowed to never treat her brother in the way her friends do because despite them being at complete odds and regardless, he is still in fact her brother and that’s something that will never change whatsoever.

“Should we say something?” Nancy asks while giving a quick glance at Nadine, “I don’t think he speaks.” Shaking her head at the annoyance, Nadine mentioned to Carol, “Fuck off.”

“How much you want to bet he killed him?” Tommy’s words is what immediately enraged Nadine as she clenched her jaw but tries to remain silent in a calming manner but that does not stop her from speaking in a furious state, “Shut up!” Steve motioned.

“Fuck you Tommy, I will beat the shit out of you if another word comes out of your mouth like that again!” Her words causing Tommy to raise his hands up.

A tensed up and protective Nadine had mentioned, something that her friends may have not gotten an answer to but Nancy was surely aware of that statement considering she was aware of the girl being a Byers child as Tommy raised his hand in a supposed defenceless manner.

Despite her strained relationship with her twin brother, Nadine no doubt still cared deeply for her family and still defended them too particularly Jonathan whom her friends would pick on.

Holding her binders in her arms, Nadine had decided to ditch her friends in order to help her brother in posting find me posters onto every place and every wall they can find only to notice that Nancy was following closely behind her.

Standing close by to Jonathan, she took some posters of Will and assisted him in plastering them as she heard Nancy, “Hey.”

“Oh, hey.”

As Nadine could overhear Nancy trying to make conversation with Jonathan, she couldn’t help but think that despite her dislike of Nancy, this would make Jonathan’s day especially since he’s harbored a crush on her since childhood, “I just…I wanted to say, you know, um…I’m sorry about everything.” As Jonathan and Nancy glanced back at Steve, Carol, Tommy and Barb.

“Everyone’s thinking about you. You too, Nadine.” As much as Nancy tried to make nice with her words, Nadine despised pity and constant sympathy and would rather just ignore it altogether despite people deeming her as heartless and not caring about anyone but herself.

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” Jonathan sadly said as him and Nancy stared at one another.

“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s a smart kid. She could overhear Nancy reassure Jonathan alongside herself but the conversation between the two was interrupted by the school bell ringing.

“I have to go. Chemistry test.” Nancy had chuckled in explanation.

“Yeah.”

“Good luck.” The girl had hoped for them both.

“Thanks.”

“Hey, Nadine!” Overhearing and recognizing the voice of one of her teammates on the school’s soccer team, Marlee which caused the blonde to turn her head.

“Hey, Marlee! What’s up?” Marlee was a teammate and classmate that Nadine was close with and among the nicest of their team, some were also nice but not as much as Marlee.

“We’re going to meet at the gym, this time at 3:30. Don’t be late because coach Johnson will be scolding.” Her teammate had teased but Nadine had just remembered, “Shit! I can’t! I have something to do today plus work.”

“But, what about our big game? You’re one of our best players and among coaches favorites plus practice means a lot to the team.” Marlee had tried to get Nadine to reconsider to no avail.

“I know, but, what I have to do is more important. I tried to telling him but could you because I couldn’t find him?”

“Yeah, sure.” Marlee nodded as the two shared a hug in reassuring, “Thanks! You’re the best.”

Glancing at Marlee and Nancy walking away, she noticed Steve was waiting for her, “Come on, Nadine!”

“I can’t, I got to go.” She could tell Steve didn’t quite understand what she meant, “Don’t worry. I’ll see you later!”

As she turned back to Jonathan and overhearing over the intercom, “At 8:00 pm. tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field. In support of Will Byers and his family. All are encouraged to attend. Volunteer sign-ups for search parties are still available in the office.”

Hearing that caused Nadine to subtly shake her head, as much as she loved her brother, she hated the once again feeling over people constantly comforting her. Her and Jonathan left the school and went on their way to their estranged father, Lonnie’s household.

Silence within sitting in the car with Jonathan on their destination to Lonnie’s as she fiddled with the radio felt uncomfortable to Nadine, the eldest Byers children didn’t have much in common like they used to nor discussed greatly either, the two were simply on completely different pages and paths now. Despite how badly, Jonathan wanted to deny, he felt Nadine was now, one of those jerks that consisted of Steve and their shared friends.

Looking up and glancing at one another before staring down as the song, “Should I Stay or Should I Go,” began to play on the car’s stereo. The song from The Clash had embarked a shared sweet memory between the two and their little brother. A bittersweet feeling of reminiscing about said memory brought a smile to Nadine’s lips.

She remembered, walking inside her home after a long tiresome shift and on her way to her bedroom, Nadine felt she was over it. Since, her room was after Will’s he noticed her heading towards it but called out as he was listening to a song with Jonathan. “Nadine, over here.”

The lyrics from the song echoing throughout the hallway, “Should I Stay or Should I Go.”

Will had called out as him and Jonathan were listening to “Should I Stay or Should I Go.” And he wanted his sister to join them. “What’s up?”

“Listen to the song with us.” As much as she was exhausted from her shift, she still enjoyed hanging out with her family, especially Will as they were all very close family. In doing this, she joined.

Walking into and sitting in his room, she noticed Will and Jonathan bobbing their heads, a clear sign of them enjoying the song. Jonathan questioned, “You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Will had confirmed, “What do you think, Dean?”

“It’s one of my favorites. Definitely.”

Responding back to their brother, “All right, you can keep the mix if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. All the best stuff’s on there. Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smiths. It’ll totally change your life.”

“Totally.”

Nadine had agreed as she pointed out, “Bowie and Joy Division are the best though. You’ll enjoy them in particular among the others too.”

In an uncomfortable position, they could overhear their mother faintly, “Where the hell are you, Lonnie?”

Joyce muttered indistinctly, “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear it.”

Noticing her brother’s sad expression, she sat on his bed and attempted to comfort him, “Don’t be sad.” She had motioned for Jonathan to shut the door, “This is ridiculous! I’m so sick of your excuses.”

The music continued to play but as they stayed inside, Jonathan lowered the volume. “He’s not coming, is he?” Will’s questioning of them both caused Nadine and Jonathan to share a glance, “Um, let’s not talk about that.”

“Do you even like baseball?”

Will had denied, “No, but… I don’t know. It’s fun to go with him sometimes.”

Nadine had asked, “Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like?” Jonathan had added on, “Yeah, you know, like the arcade or something?”

Will tried to recall, “I don’t know.”

Nadine had insisted, “No, all right? He hasn’t. He’s trying to force you to like normal things.” In stating this, Jonathan had added on advising, “And you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to. Okay?” A nod in agreement had pointed towards Nadine’s similar thought, “Especially not him.”

“And Will, there’s nothing wrong with liking the games at the arcade or playing Dungeons and Dragons.” Nadine had encouraged, “And hey. I’ll play it with you once I get home. I may not be as good as you or Mike, Lucas and Dustin though.” She could tell Will had appreciated her offer and could see him taking up the possible offer at some point.

Turning the conversation, Nadine had asked, “But you like The Clash? For real.”

“For real. Definitely.” Will’s confirmation had made Nadine smile, another thing that they’d all enjoy together as siblings. Raising the volume of the stereo, they all started listening and enjoying the music once again.

Removing themselves from the memory was the time, they finally arrived at Lonnie’s neighborhood. “You see his house anywhere?” Breaking the silence, Jonathan had asked as they glanced out of the car window in search of his home, “Not yet.”

Stopping on the side of the road, they made it to their father’s home. Nadine couldn’t help but feel a tad overwhelmed, she no longer had a somewhat good relationship with Lonnie anymore and was a bit nervous to see him, This is it. She had thought. With the two walking up to his front door, Jonathan had peeked into the front room as they could overhear music playing, echoing through the house. Sharing a gaze, Nadine had knocked.

They could hear footsteps walking towards them and a voice, “Yeah?” Opening the front door, the woman noticed the two, “Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah. Is Lonnie around?” Nadine replied first, “Yeah, he’s out back. What do you guys want?”

“To look around.” Not caring about approval and just wanting to look for their little brother, the two stormed inside, “Hey, what do you guys think you’re doing? Hey!”

“We’ll be fast.”

“You take this side, I’ll take this one.” Nadine told Jonathan as they searched calling out, “Hey, Will? Will!”

“Will, you here? Will!” Banging on the door and searching every room in the hallway, Nadine was surprised when hearing a grunt. Jonathan was held against the wall with Lonnie near by. “Get off!”

“Damn, you’ve gotten stronger.” In a realization, Lonnie had observed not only that Jonathan wasn’t as easy to push around but also, that his little girl, Nadine was there. With perceiving him coming towards her, Nadine denied, “Don’t touch me.”

Wanting answers between all three, the woman asked, “Will someone please explain what the hell is going on?”

Lonnie had announced in introducing, “Jonathan, Nadine, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan and Nadine. My two oldest.”

“Come here.” Her father tried in an attempt with a hug but she nor Jonathan were having it, “Get off us, man.”

Wondering around Lonnie’s new home, she took a look at all these he had in the living, the stereo, the photographs and the alcohol. Besides a huge amount of usuals within drugs, there were many times that Nadine also had drank alcohol especially with her friends, seeing most times as an alternative substitute when she ran out of drugs.

“Jonathan, Nadine, let me show you something.” Lonnie called out, the two were both a bit unsure with following him but did so, nonetheless. He showed them his new car, “Take a look at this beaut. Should’ve seen it when I got it. Took me a year, but it’s almost done.”

Once Lonnie caught a glimpse at Jonathan opening his trunk, he asked, “Really? Want to look up my ass, too?” Rolling her eyes, Nadine understood Jonathan’s reasoning to do so, “There’s no harm in looking, is there?”

“I told you both, the same thing as I told those cops, he’s not here and he never has been.”

“Then why didn’t you call Mom back?”

“I don’t know, I just… I assumed she just forgot where he was. You know, he was lost or something.” Scoffing as his excuse, “Bullshit! Mom would never forget where any of us where.”

Ignoring his daughter’s response, Lonnie told, “That boy never was very good at taking care of himself.”

“This isn’t some joke, alright?” Jonathan pointed out, “Yeah, I mean, there are search parties, reporters.”

“Hopper’s not still chief, is he?”

“Tell your mother, she’s gotta get you both out of that hellhole. Come out here to the city. People are more real here, you know? And then, I could see you both more.”

Neither of them believed any of Lonnie’s words, he didn’t give two shits about either, “What, you think I don’t want to see either of you?”

“We know you don’t.”

“See, that’s your mother talking right there. Does she even know both of you are here?” Their silence confirmed his suspicions, “Oh great. So one kid goes missing, the other two run wild? I believe that about Nadine, but not you, Jonathan. But that’s some real fine parenting right there.”

“You know what, fuck you! Since when do you suddenly care about us and about being a fine parent, anyway?” Nadine suggested as she mockingly chuckled to which Lonnie heard, “Look, all, I’m saying is, maybe I’m not the asshole, all right?”

“Here! In case you forgot what he looks like.” Nadine shoved a have you seen me poster of Will to Lonnie’s chest, “Let’s go, Dean.”

On the car ride back to Hawkins, Nadine numerous thoughts throughout it all. The blonde haired with hazel eyes girl had felt like her past and mistakes overall were coming back to haunt her. She hadn’t mentioned this to anyone but the past few days that Will had been missing, she had been dreaming of him.

“Nadine, Nadine!” The Byers girl felt a shake which snapped her out of her head’s mind. A confused glance on her face proved to Jonathan how engrossed she was in her thoughts, her own little world, “Huh?”

“We’re here.” She fluttered her eyes while raising her head as Jonathan pointed to the building of her workplace. Letting out a groan, remembering that her shift starts in just minutes from now.

Huffing in annoyance when the thought of her boss came up as she stared at the sign that read, Bradley’s Big Buy which was a supermarket in the small town of Hawkins. As much as she appreciated the money that she received from this particular job since it not only would help her mother and the rest of her family but support her addiction and supply her with drugs. However, she hated her coworkers, specifically the male ones since they were so grossly disgusting.

“Let me know if you need a ride home.”

Nodding at Jonathan’s words, she took her bag, turned around and walked inside as Jonathan drove off. The coworkers had acknowledged her presence, “Hey Nadine.” But the girl paid no mind as she wanted to finish her work shift and make it to Steve’s party in time. After working for an hour with stocking items, a coworker to which Nadine remembered his name was Thomas was standing in front of her holding a broom.

“Here.” Handing her the broom as she stopped, “You sweep the floor. This is a women’s job, anyway.” The tone in his voice let alone his sexist words left such a sour taste in Nadine’s mouth that resulted in a clear disgusted reaction, “You can do something else to clear your time. With me, doll.”

“I’ll pass.” Feeling defeated, Nadine accepted her fate. She didn’t even want to work today but she knew it was the best thing, her family needed the money let alone the fact that they were going through such a devastating time and it distracted her from the disappearance of Will.

Eventually with noticing the clock ticking and getting closer to the time of Steve’s party as well as the sun going down, she realized that her shift was coming to a close. Nadine headed to the back room as she prepared to grab her things before realizing that Thomas’s backpack was open as well as the fact that his wallet was there in an open area for anyone to take.

Well, just do it! Payback for what he did.

In his wallet was a two hundred dollars, she knew that it would help get her another supply of drugs. In no more hesitation, Nadine took the money and put it immediately in her bag as she turned around, said her goodbyes for the day and walked outside.

Outside was a pay phone near by to the store and with remembering Jonathan’s words, she called to no unfortunate avail with a huff, Nadine thought of another person to call. Steve.

Dialling the numbers and tapping her foot on the concrete, she hoped that he would answer and after a few rings, he did. Thank god.

“Hello?” An uncertain tone in his voice as he was unsure who was calling, “Hey, Steve.”

“Oh hey, Dean. What’s up?” Steve felt more comfortable in his response considering he knew who he was exactly talking to now. “Nothing much. Um, I was wondering, could you give me a ride?”

“Yeah, sure. Where are you?” The boy agreed with no second thought.

“I’m outside of Bradley’s Big Buy.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He assured, “Sorry, my brother and I carpooled today and he has the car.” Nadine began, “He’s not answering and I don’t know where he is.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve was a very understanding and sweet friend when it came to Nadine as he would help her with whichever problem she had and would consistently come to her defense, everyone would typically tease him with nicknaming her as her knight in shining armour.

The two were always believed to be more than what they actually were and for the first time that year, the people might’ve actually been correct as Steve and Nadine had shared a kiss which ultimately led to questions, assumptions and eventually denial.

In realizing that their accidental romantic interaction was a pure mistake, Nadine had decided to ignore it and pretend it never happened which perhaps hurt Steve more than he led on considering their unexplained feelings for each other. He had chose that the best choice for himself was to move on which he had by engaging in a relationship with goody two shoes, Nancy Wheeler.

To say that Nadine wasn’t as equally disappointed with Steve’s decision would be a lie but the girl was able to hide her feelings more easily and in pretending that she wasn’t badly affected by his choice. She was hesitant of Nancy but still remained a supportive friend.

Nadine decided to make a quick stop to the local store nearby in order to distract herself as she waited for Steve. Strolling along through the lonely aisles, she grabbed herself a pack of cigarettes and a beer while also making a short conversation. Because, she was known to be a frequent customer and the guy who owned the store liked her, he had no issues with her purchasing substances despite the high chance risk it could cause.

By the time that she was done, Nadine had noticed Steve’s car in the street. Immediately thanking him for giving her a ride as they headed towards his to hangout along with their mutual friends, “Thanks, Steve. I owe you. I just.”

Nadine had tried to explain her train of thoughts but it felt too hard to explain, “My brother said he’d give me a ride once I called but nobody’s answering back home.”

“Don’t worry about it. Hey, how come I’ve never met your brother before?”

Trust me, Steve. You’ve met him, alright!

Her eyes had widen, the girl felt so trapped. What was she going to say? Yeah, it’s Jonathan, the guy you and Tommy constantly tease.

“Oh, um.” Nadine hoped that she could find a way out of this conversation and to come up with an excuse but eventually deciding upon a half truth. “We’re not that very close.” To be fair, it wasn’t a lie considering her and Jonathan were no longer that close like everyone refuses to accept especially their mother.

Before Steve could answer any more questions, Nadine was thankful to point out that they finally arrived at Steve’s home in which Nadine ran outside to greet her other friends. In the backyard, she could overhear rock music playing.

Grabbing a beer, she headed outside to Steve’s backyard to catch up with her friends despite it only being a few hours since school, “Hey, Nadine!”

In trying to rid herself of the guilt and shame that she felt towards herself because Nadine couldn’t help in blaming Will’s disappearance upon herself. She truly felt like if she had been there that night, nothing would have happened.

The sound of Carol shrieking as Tommy carried her above the pool, teasing her as if he was going to drop her in while he counted, “One! Two!” Had removed her from her thoughts, “Dean! I need some help here! Should I drop her in?”

Tommy had asked Nadine before he continued on to which she playfully smirked, jokingly saying, “Why not?”

“Nadine!”

“Three!” With a chuckle, Tommy carried on as Carol warned, “Stop it, Tommy, no! Don’t!”

Tommy laughed, “You’re such an asshole, Tommy.” Carol had mentioned as she pushed him. “And you.” Carol pointed towards Nadine, “You shouldn’t have told him!”

Nadine had raised her hands in an apologetic manner despite her and Tommy sharing a laugh in unison over the manner.

Seeing Steve opening a can of beer, she alluded to him, “I’m going to need more than one, Steve. I had the worst shift.”

“Yeah, coming up.” Steve went back inside, bringing more cans of beer out.

“Your boss giving you problems?” Carol had asked, initiating an all too familiar topic, “When is he not?”

“Why don’t you just quit?”

“I can’t.” Nadine struggled to find the words, “Even if I wanted to, it’s just not a good time. My family is going through a lot right now.” A statement to which only Nancy was well aware in what she meant.

Thankfully, Steve had brought Nadine her beer by this point. She watched him as he quickly drank his beer to the neck in which she noticed seemed to make Barb uncomfortable. Nancy, however was impressed.

“Harrington, let’s make a challenge.” Something that surely got Carol and Tommy all riled up, “Uh, I don’t know.”

Steve was uncertain, Nadine teased him, “Why? Pussy?” The girl’s words an attempt to get him interested as Steve shrugged, not caring about her words. Nadine was someone who could at times be very competitive when she wanted to be and this was her moment.

Nancy nor Barb didn’t notice the flirtatious behavior between the two but Tommy and Carol, whom were both good friends with the pair definitely did.

“Fine.” Guilted into the peer pressure of his friends, Tommy and Carol tracked them once the two each got a can of beer. “And I win!”

Steve exhaled as he came into second place, Nadine laughed as she sat down on the chair next to Steve’s, “Is that supposed to impress me?” Nancy had asked Steve as he sat down with his cigarette in his lips, “You’re not?”

“You are a cliché, you do realize that?” Nancy had remarked in a response. “You are a cliché.” Noting as Steve continued while lighting his cigarette, “What with your grades, and your band practice.”

With a laugh, “I’m so not in band.”

“Okay, party girl. Why don’t you just, uh, show us how it’s done, then?” Once Steve placed his lighter down, Nadine grabbed it to light her own cigarette as she mumbled, this is exactly what I needed to herself.

Steve handed the knife to Nancy as she agreed to prove upon him, “Okay.” Standing up, he had preceded to give her directions, “You gotta make a little hole right in.” Not giving him a chance to finish his sentence, Nancy cut him off, “I got it.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, you douche!” Tommy, who was cuddling Carol had said in defending Nancy as she cut a hole, Nadine was surprised that Nancy was at this party, let alone chugging a beer despite her relationship with Steve as she was always someone who was a “good girl.”

“Chug, chug, chug.” They all chanted, the friends all laughing and whooping in unison as Nancy threw the beer she just finished. Nancy just barely noticing her deserted friend had asked her, “Barb, you wanna try?”

“What? No.” The wary redhead denied, instantly. Nadine understood since she always saw Barb as very introverted, “No, I don’t want to. Thanks.”

“Come on.” Trying her best to convince her friend, Steve joined in, “Yeah. Come on. Yeah.”

“Nance, I don’t want to.”

“It’s fun! Just give it a.” Barbara cut her off, “Nance.” But despite how many times she’d deny, Nancy still tried, “Just… Just give it a shot.” Giving her a beer can, “Okay.”

Barb stood up, holding the knife and preparing to cut a hole, “So, you just…” Tommy had chuckled, “Gnarly.” In which Nadine mumbled, “Shut up.”

“Are you okay?” Nancy questioned as Barb had accidentally cut herself with the knife, “Do you need us to bandage that up?”

“Yeah.” Barb excused the cut, in what Nadine believed was a way to make it seem as not bad of an issue, “Barb, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh, it’s… it’s uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.”

Steve showing Barbara inside on where to go, “Okay, thanks.”

Nadine brought her cigarette to her lips as her friends chuckled, as if this wasn’t a big deal, “Oh.”

The smoke from her cigarette exhaling throughout her mouth, she recalled, “This is the good life.” The girl was at a high chance of being intoxicated but she didn’t want anyone knowing that.

Carol and Tommy chuckled at her words before Tommy randomly pushed Carol who was standing by the pool nearby in as she screamed.

“Oh my god! What the hell, Tommy?”

Nancy and Nadine both couldn’t help themselves in laughing as Carol continued to yell, “No!” Once Tommy jumped in.

Nancy shrieked as Steve pushed her in, “Whoo!”

“Dean, you’re next!” Nadine pleaded with Steve as she tried to convince him otherwise as he tried to trick her into thinking he wouldn’t but yet he did push her in, “Steve!”

Jumping in himself, Tommy laughed. Nadine laughed as Steve came near, pretending to give him a piggyback ride while in the pool.

Eventually, after some time in the pool, they all decided to leave the pool and head inside as Steve handed Nadine a towel as she shudders, “I’m freezing.” Carol noted, “Me too.”

“Hmm… well, I hear his mom’s room has a fireplace.” Tommy remembered as he walked upstairs, “Are you kidding?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Okay, well, you know, you are cleaning the sheets.” Steve had advised the two. “You both all right?”

“Yeah.” Her and Nancy said in unison. “Steve, you mind if I take a shower?”

Steve shook his head no to inform Nadine that he had no issues, “Come on, let’s get you some dry clothes. You can borrow some too, Dean.”

Mumbling a thanks, Nadine headed upstairs but despite no longer being around them, she could still overhear the conversation between Nancy and Barb. “Nance.”

“Barb. I’m fine.”

The words that struck her is when Barb told Nancy, “This isn’t you.” Those words were burned into her mind, she could remember the time when Jonathan said those words to her. He always believed that Steve was the time she became someone new, someone he didn’t recognize especially considering they were so close as children.

She let the water run over herself, Nadine had various things running through her mind, Will being the main one. The girl hoped this party would distract her from her troubles but she isn’t so sure and as of now as she stares in the mirror, she’s unsure if she recognizes the person that she is.

Changing into Steve’s hoodie and sweatpants, Nadine decides to leave earlier than usually. Not wanting to cause a scene or interrupt, Nadine heads out back to which she comes across Barb. A mysterious noise that sounded like the mixture of a growl and shriek echoes throughout the backyard to which Nadine wonders, “Where’s Barb?”

Maybe, she just went home.

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"Sorry - sorry, just- our old gaffer, Ted Lasso, when he first showed up at Richmond, he had no clue who Roy Kent were, so I figured it were a good idea t'make sure," he apologises. It's not like he could name even one American footballer [ do they even call them footballers there? He could name an American footballer, Pulisic's been making waves with Milan, but he definitely couldn't name an American footballer ]. Nevertheless, he's glad she knows who Roy Kent is - and she's likely just saved herself from literal hours of Jamie ranting about Kent's legacy that he's left on Sunderland, on Chelsea, on English and European footy as a whole.

He scoffs a little laugh at her words, his eyes glancing up towards the ceiling. Shame runs hot through his veins. How could he have become the man that he did? Pep would've been disappointed, his mum would've been disappointed, Paddy would've been disappointed. Yet he allowed himself to be moulded into the prick that he was by Mannion, by Cartrick, by his father. And he will never, ever forgive himself for it. "Don't think any of 'em much liked me off the pitch. Or on the pitch. Even if I kept 'em from relegation for two thirds of a season." And then they were relegated anyways, off of an assist from Jamie himself.

The question, though, brings him pause. "Erm... depends," he admits, rocking back and forth on his heels slightly. "City gets better results. Always has. Or, well, in my memory, always have, y'get me?" he asks. Before he was born, and when he was young, City went through the promotion-relegation-promotion cycle a handful of times, but they've been in the Premier League for twenty-one straight seasons, now, and it doesn't look like they're going anywhere. "Even now, we get second in the League, they get first. We're lookin' t'change that, but... y'know. The most beautiful game - y'never know how it'll end up."

Jamie runs his tongue over his lips, still thinking about Alice's question. "Management was better at City when I first showed up. Might still say it's better now. Don't get me wrong, Roy's a fucking brilliant gaffer, just as brilliant as he were a player. But Pep's the best manager in all of footy right now, that's undisputed. And it's Roy's first year. Maybe Roy'll overtake him someday, but..." he shakes his head. "Anyways - that ain't the point. Point is, Pep were, like, a million times better'n George Cartrick when it came t'managin' a club. The team - in both places - weren't... the best for me, y'get me? They weren't what I needed." At City, he was a small fish in a big pond, with only one man who trusted him, who listened to him, who valued him. At Richmond, he was a massive fish in a tiny pond, unable to flourish because he was being choked by a team that wasn't being used properly. "I'd never say a bad word about the lads - seriously, I wouldn't. The end of last season - where the team were nearly identical to the one I played with m'loan year - is proof that they're good footballers, they're good lads, we're a good side. But they were bein' mismanaged, bein' told all the wrong things, and it led t'mediocrity. That weren't their fault."

"Now, though...? Nah, no, I wouldn't say it's any better at City than it is at Richmond. I'm a fuckload happier where I am than I would be up in Manchester. This team's my family, and I just... I wanna make 'em proud, y'get me?"

he's caught her in a moment of reflection. alice wishes now that she had gotten a second drink. "i know who roy kent is." even if she lived in bubble of isolation - which she practically does, with how little of her time is spent browsing social media - it'd still be impossible not to know who roy kent is.

alice takes note of his pauses and sidebars. it's unfiltered, the way he speaks. unnecessary, but refreshing, in a way. she's had far too many conversations in life that feel carefully curated, like they're reading off a script. with jamie tartt, there still seems to be an element of surprise, not knowing where he'll venture next.

"i'm sure they loved you for that," she still stirs her straw in the empty glass, if only out of need to keep herself busy. the condensation soaks through to her fingertips, leaving them cold and numb. there's something about the way he rubs his jaw, the way some people do when they feel a sore coming in. she takes note of that too. "was it better over there? at city?" might be the first genuine moment of curiosity she's had all night - he has her wondering now.

#crushsung #replies !#verse: season iv !#alice: asks one question #jamie: goes on for five straight minutes and probably doesn't fully answer the question #jamie: y'get me?#please don't feel the need to match length !!! he doesn't know how to shut the fuck up !!!!

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soccer-love · 2 years ago

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It's the anon that ask do you write for sarah zadrasil here is my idea reader and sarah are together and both austrian but maybe reade plays for another team and the only time they see each other is austrian camp and the last game for international break reader team play bayern and bayern won and sarah wounds up at Austria camp maybe reader plays for Frankfurt. There's my idea.

“How could I ever be mad at you?”

Sarah Zadrazil x reader

"You're good, buddy?" Laura asks, sitting down next to me in the locker rom.

"Yeah, I just really don't want to play against them." I say and she nods, my phone vibrates and I open the new message.

"I love you." Laura reads out loud "Does she say that, because she thinks she's going to win and but that you shouldn't take it personally or because she knows we are going to win and says that to let you know that she loves you anyway."

"No idea." I say and she wraps an arm around me.

"I know how you feel, Sarah is my best friend and I don't want to play against her." she says.

It's the last game of the champions league qualification round, Eintracht Frankfurt against Bayern Munich.

Laura and I both play for the Austrian women's national team too, together with my girlfriend and Bayern player Sarah Zadrazil.

"But we are doing this, okay?" She gives me a encouraging smile and I take a deep breath.

"Your right, thank you."

"That's what I'm here for, guardian of the cutes couple that exists." she says, standing up, her hands on her waist, making her look like some superhero.

Laura Freigang on the other side of the room, throws a protein bar at her.

"You should better get chanced guardian of the midfield." Sara says, while I put on my warum-up shirt

As we walk out on the field and shake hands with the other teams, Sarah gives me a extra big smile "Good game, babe." she says and I can't help but return her smile, gosh she's just so beautiful when she smiles.

"Man you two are so in love with each other, that makes me feel even more single." Laura behind me whispers and I roll my eyes.

Before Sarah and I got together, something about two years and three moths ago, we all were friends but since then, its kind of Laura's favorite thing to be the third wheel in our relationship.

"Then go get yourself someone." I whisper back, as we make a circle with the team.

Tanja as our Capitan holds one of her inspirational speeches, before we scream our usual "SGE ey." and then walk to our places on the pitch.

The first half both teams are clearly struggling to get near each others Goals, I shoot a pass at Barbara and she tricks the Bayern defenders to get past them, but unfortunately Laura Benkarth is a good goal keeper and prevents the goal.

In the 68 minute, Carlotta shoots the ball towards the half way line and I sprint towards the spot but slow down before I reach it to have more control over it .

The only thing that I don't see is that Lina Magull is also running towards the ball and she is so close behind me that when I sow down she accidentally crashes into me.

One of her feet, goes between mine and I fall down with her.

The referee blows the whistle and walks over to us, she's about to pull out a card for me but Lina holds up her hand.

"Wait, its not her fault, she didn't noticed me. And incase you give her a card, you have to give me one two because its my fault that she's laying here." Lina explains.

The referee gives us a confused look but nods and lets her hand down. I notice some of the Bayern players holding back their laughter.

"Thanks." I say to Lina as we both get up.

"Just being fair." she answers before getting ready to shoot her free kick.

After five more minutes Tanja gets passed the Bayern defenders and I shoot her a long ball, this time she gets the ball just right and scores.

But sadly it doesn't lasts long, in the 80 minute, Lea Schüller scores a goal and I can see the euphoria of the team slowly fading while the Bayern players get more and more confident.

We get four minutes of extra time and just about thirty seconds before the final whistle it's Maxi Rall that scores the second goal.

After it ends, the Bayern players, are jumping on each other, celebrating that they're going to play in the champions league, we try to cope with the fact that we're not going to be in it.

I sit down on the grass and someone passes me a water bottle, but I just bury my face in my hands.

"Hey." from the corner of my eyes, I see the color of the Bayern socks and think it's Sarah but it's not her voice.

"Hi." I say, Lina points at a spot next to me.

"Can I sit there?" she asks, giving me a half smile.

"It's your pitch, so yes."

"Nah it belongs to the Bayern Munich company, I just work for them." she says while sitting down next to me.

"It was nice from you, to tell the referee that it's not my fault."

"Just playing a fair game." she looks at my side profile and then at the big screen where the final score is written on.

"I'm sorry that you guys are out of the competition." she explains, before wrapping an arm around me.

"Thank you."

After a couple of minutes the team gets together again and I say goodbye to Lina, we have a chat with our trainer and he says that it's okay that we're out and we shouldn't feel to bad about it.

I notice Sarah trying to get away from her team to come over but my team kind of forces me to come with them into the locker room so I just leave it.

After some ice bathing and a shower we drive back to our hotel, its almost 11pm so most of my team mates go to bed. I follow Sophia into our shared room and we both get ready for bed.

The next day we drive back to Frankfurt and I pack my stuff for the international brake.

Since Laura Feiersinger, Barbara Dunst and I also play together for the Austrian national team, we also decided to fly back there together there tomorrow.

We’re actually some of the first ones to arrive in Vienna, some of our team mates are coming tomorrow because they had games today.

I get a text from Sarah saying that she's already in her room and asks me to come over, since the game we didn't really had a chance to talk.

We say Hello to our trainer team and some of our team mates who are still sitting around and chatting before dropping our stuff off, in our rooms.

I hesitate a little but then go over to Sarah’s room, I didn't even need to knock two times cause she's already at the door after my fist hit the door one time.

“Hey.” she says and just seeing her makes me realize how much I missed her during the last weeks.

“Hi.” I answer, she lets me inside and as the door closes behind me, I’m already wrapped in her arms, my face pressed into her shoulder.

She softly lifts me up and I wrap my legs around her body, I clink onto her like a koala bear baby on his mother.

“Jesus I didn't thought I could miss anyone that much.” she says, taking a deep breath before walking over to her bed and sitting down.

My body still attached to here's, like we're one.

“I missed you too, Zari.”

I feel her hand sliding under my shirt, but not in a sexual way, more like she needs to feel my skin to realize that I’m here.

Her love language has always been physical touch, so it's no surprise that she just needs a couple of minutes, to hold me like that, to process the last couple of weeks.

Fuck it's been really almost eight weeks since I last saw her.

“I’m sorry that you lost the game.” she says and pulls back a little, making eye contact with me.

“But I’m glad that you won, you’re going to play in the champions league.” I answer, of curse it still hurts a little but I can't be mad at her for doing her best.

“You’re not mad?”

“How could I ever be mad at you? Besides it's part of dating the best football player in the world.” I say and smile at her, noticing her cheeks getting slightly red.

“You really think I’m the best?”

“No.” I shake my head and lean closer.

“I know it.” I whisper the words in her ear, before softly leaving a trail of kisses over her cheek to her mouth.

“Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.” she flirts as we brake apart, I roll my eyes but can't help and laugh.

“Where do you always get this lines from?” I ask and she shrugs.

“Maybe I’m just naturally good at flirting.”

“Well I hope that I'm the only one you're flirting with.”

“Who knows.” she says and I try to get up, but she quickly tightens her grip around me and pulls me back against her.

“You are my one and only.” she says and blinks a couple of times “I think there's something wrong with my eyes, because I can't take them off you.”

“Jesus Sarah you---”

Before I can finish my sentence the door flys open and Laura storms in.

“ZARI!!” she cheers, running towards us, she jumps on both of us and knocks us over so we all land on the mattress.

Me on top of Sarah and Laura half on top of me half on Sarah.

“Laura.” I whine but she just shakes her head, wrapping her arms around us.

“Sorry but you have to wait till later, with making out. Cause I missed my best friend.” Laura explains.

The sound of a camera flash goes through the room and I turn a bit to look up.

Manu is standing in the door, her camera in her hands.

Verena behind her shakes her head laughing.

“Laura let them have five minutes without you, they haven't seen each other in what seven or eight weeks?” she says.

Laura finally gets up from me and I’m able to take a deep breath.

“Hey, I haven't seen her in eight weeks too.” she says, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Jesus I didn't knew that you're that jealous.” Sarah gets up and softly pats her shoulder.

“Poor Laura.” I add with a sad voice.

“Just keep making fun of me.” Laura complains, faking a sad look on her face.

“Drama queen.” Manu says and I try to hold back my laughter.

“You all are so mean, Y/N didn't see Sarah in eight weeks and is allowed to be alone with her just because they're together. And I didn't see her in eight weeks and I’m not allowed to be alone with her because I’m just her best friend.”

I walk over and give her a side hug, resting my chin on her shoulder.

“You know what, you can have her for like 45 minutes alone with her, while I go and get myself something to eat.” I say and let go of her, walking out of the room.

“WAIT.” I hear Laura screaming behind me and turn around.

“I don't want Sarah, I want food.” she says, sprinting towards me and wrapping an arm around me.

“You know what.” Sarah says from the door “Now I feel alone. My girlfriend chooses food over me and my best friend is the same.”

“Poor Zari.” Laura mocks my voice from before, but I hold out my hand for her.

“You can come too, so you can be with me, I can be with you and Laura gets you and food.” I suggest.

“You two have this lesbian couple, that adopted some random twenty nine year old girl.” Manu says as we three walk past her.

“Honestly I feel like that too.” I whisper but feel Laura hitting my shoulder.

“Thanks Mom.”

“Stopp hitting my girlfriend.” Sarah demands and I let go of both of there hands.

“Okay, Manu can I eat with you, I can't stand you two any longer.” I say and walk over to the goalkeeper.

“Hey.” Laura and Sarah both complain but Manu pulls me away with her.

“Looks like I get your girl.” she says and honestly I wish someone would take a picture of their faces right now.

A mixture of not-knowing-if-they-should-laugh-or-cry and complete shock.

“You should see yourself right now.” Verena mages to get out in between her laughing.

And exactly the moments like these are why I love my team.

And why I love my girlfriend.

And sometimes even my girlfriends best friend.

#sarah zadrazil #oefb frauen #sarah zadrazil x reader #fc bayern frauen #fcbfrauen x reader #laura feiersinger #lina magull #woso x reader #woso imagine

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sunkissedlucida · 3 years ago

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as you were: tutoring

Young! Aegon Targaryen x Young!Reader

A/N: Part of my prequel series for my as you are fic. Thought it’d be cute seeing how these two grew to love each other.

— lighthearted, Aegon doing a study montage

Aegon could not give two dungs about history. Why does one need to study petty, dead men with too much time and power on their hands? Apparently you find it interesting.

Learning from past mistakes is fine. He just doesn't see the value of learning about the houses of Westeros for the fifth time this year. That is why the maesters gave up waking Aegon in every lecture. It's not his fault it's always the last lesson of the day.

You sit between Aegon and Aemond while Helaena sits beside her younger brother, already dozing off. You would eye the elder prince occasionally, a little concerned. There will be an upcoming test in a few weeks, and he is infamous for failing almost all of them.

After lessons are done, you stay behind to wake the sleeping Aegon. He is still hunched over the table, using his arms as pillows. No one cares to wake him up, so he's usually always left asleep in an empty study. Eventually, the guilt built up within you over time.

Aegon looks up at you, confused about what you just said after shaking him awake. You? Tutor him? Honestly, you could say he's as unsalvageable as a flaming trash heap, and he wouldn't say otherwise.

He laughs off your proposal to tutor him the whole week. He's familiar with tutors paid by his mother to "help" him. The demeaning, yelling, swatting at the knuckles, and squeezing your face until they resemble a fish are all too familiar. It's partially why he abhors the mandatory lessons.

Unfortunately, you're persistent as always. It felt like déjà vu when you started following him around until he relented to accept your offer. He almost forgot to act annoyed like he used to around you. Instead, he's embarrassed; it's not a secret that he couldn't care less about the subject, and his marks prove that. He would rather have others think he is a lazy student than an incompetent one.

You seemed almost too eager to teach him. You created a schedule for the next few weeks. Two hours of studying before dinner a few times a week. When that didn't work, you relived the old days and started following him like a fly buzzing around his ear.

Holding a book wherever you went, you would try to find the prince just to get him to study. It quickly became a game of cat and mouse, much to Aemond's amusement. Aegon curses his brother for telling you all of his hiding spots.

After the third day, you came to a compromise. He'll let you tutor him for two hours, but not in any library, study, or bedroom if you want him awake. You were quick to favor the gardens and the godswood, of course.

As you review Aegon, he would lay his head on your lap. He denies you the pleasure of knowing how soothing your voice was. It probably wasn't the best, but it was familiar and pleasant as they reverberate down to his ears.

"Did you understand?" You close your textbook to see Aegon surprisingly still awake. "You did listen, didn't you?"

He cranes his head back from where it rests on your lap. "How could I not? Your voice was the only thing keeping me from dozing off." He doesn't know when he could ever hear you speak to him like this again, so he forced himself to listen. It sounds softer, like a warm blanket.

"By that I mean the ravens must have mistaken you for a dead cat—ack!"

You give a sinister smile, choking him with your one hand as you lean over his struggling face. "And soon there will be another corpse to be fed to the ravens."

Jokes and threats aside, Aegon truly never expected you to be so encouraging and patient. Not once did you show signs of contempt when he made a mistake. Only when he wasn't taking you seriously. And when he did get it right, you praised him with a genuine expression. He wanted more of it.

"Should I give you a clue?"

"No! I got this. Give me a minute."

You smile in amusement and watch Aegon scrunch his face in concentration. You sit again by the weirwood tree, and you can tell your pupil is improving, maybe even enjoying the tutoring.

Unbeknownst to you both, shocked but thankful observers watched you occasionally, reminding them of what once was.

Alicent takes in the sight in front of her. The way you smile down at her son with a look that takes her back in time. A look one would give to someone who is beyond friendship, but a soul intertwined with theirs, even when they're not aware of it yet.

The way her eldest looks so relaxed. She knows he can't be drunk, as you've been talking in the same place for the past two hours. No, not when he looks present in the moment and laughing without the need of vice.

She almost forgot there was another by her side, just as in awe.

"They seem to be getting along well," Rhaenyra says, not looking away from the two. "It would be a shame to disrupt them."

The queen nods. "Rarely do we have peace within these walls. Let's give them a few more minutes." She turns to her old friend. "Come, supper can wait a little longer."

Rhaenyra agrees and follows her.

When the exam was a few days away, Aegon started to feel the pressure. The weight of all your efforts was too heavy for him to ignore. He had to do well in this test, and thus he studied past your schedule. He would read long texts to bed, with hidden books scattered in his chambers so the maids wouldn't see them. While you thought he was sleeping as usual, he would mentally answer every question during History. Because he was too embarrassed to ask you, he went to the library to search for a particular book himself.

"Aegon?"

Aegon jumps at the sound of your voice, almost dropping the book in his hands. He scrambles for an answer, but you're more curious what he's searching for. He's never been in the library willingly.

"Why didn't you tell me you needed something?"

"Well, uh, I thought you were too busy."

You try to peek at the book he's holding, but he hides it behind his back. "Busy? I have more free time than the castle's gargoyles. Why do you think I wanted to teach you so badly?"

So that's why you started wanting to spend time with him; was he just a pass time to you?

He scoffs, ignoring the pang in his chest. "So you were just bored. Like you actually cared if I failed this test or not."

You shake your head and step closer to him. He backs up slightly but stands his ground.

"When did I say I didn't care about you?" You ask.

"You didn't have to. Who you choose to spend your time with says enough."

He eyes you accusingly, but the lump in his throat bobs as you lean closer to him.

"And the hours I willingly spent with you aren't enough of a statement?"

He is at a loss for words, holding his breath and stilling his rampant heartbeat.

His reaction lets you reach around and grab the book. It's one you have already.

"Sheesh, you really should have asked me first if you needed something."

You bet your ass he took a few glasses before the test. His nerves have never been this bad for, well, anything. Of course, you can smell the alcohol on him like a bloodhound. You can't say you didn't expect it.

"How much?" You ask

Aegon shifts his eyes from the scrolls to you. "Huh?"

"How much did you drink?"

He shrugs, looking down. "Just two?"

"Bottles?"

"No, no, cups."

His leg continues to bounce anxiously, as he knows it will be his turn in the oral examination after Aemond.

'Seven hells. Maybe I should've drank more,' he thinks.

You place a hand over his knee, pausing his overthinking.

"You'll be fine, Aegon," you say, eyes focused on his shifty, purple ones. "Just take a deep breath and focus on nothing but the question."

Aegon can hear the door open and his name being called. He squeezes the same place you put your hand, praying to the gods he won't fail you, before standing from his seat.

No one is allowed to watch an undergoing exam. Like in the one you took before Aegon, he will only have the strict teacher sit before him. The room was so quiet, your ears rang in every pause. Being a great friend with nothing better to do, you wanted to check up on him. The Red Keep is luckily full of windows.

You finally reached the outside of the castle. Ducking under the windowsill, you eavesdrop the two men inside. You could hear the shuffling of parchments and the nasally, pretentious voice of Maester Stephas.

"...Explain in 5 minutes or less. Begin."

You peek over the ledge, spotting Aegon looking like he's about to shit a brick. His wild eyes find your head poking out from the window behind the old man.

"I'm not getting any younger, my prince," the Maester drawls with his waspish tongue. He doesn't even look up from the paper.

Aegon swallows thickly. He glances at you again. You jut your chin out mockily copy the way the elder speaks.

He bites back a laugh and returns to answering the question.

"What are you doing?"

You almost land on your bottom. Looming above you is your dear friend, who looks unfazed by whatever shenanigans you're up to. You shush Aemond and pull him down to a crouch. You both peek at Aegon, who is still reciting.

"You know it is against the rules to help each other on a test, even someone as hopeless as him," Aemond whispers.

"I'm not helping," you say defensively. "I'm supporting."

"By breaking the rules."

"Oh, you must be in torture," You groan, not looking away from the scene.

His head turns to you. "What?"

"From having a stick up your arse."

He sighs as if he is in deep pain. Not physically, but the mental toll of your friendship is getting to him.

"I forget uncle also raised you."

The day Aegon got his exam results, he felt a pit in his stomach. Scribbled on the paper was a barely passing grade on something you both studied so long for. He worked hard for once, and it wasn't even enough to be satisfactory. Just the bare minimum. He felt like a failure, but you thought otherwise.

"This is great!" You beamed at him. "Good job, Aegon."

"Wha..?"

Did you have too much to drink this time? The last time he checked, you had the eyesight of an archer. But now, you see the clear evidence of his incompetence in History, and you're still congratulating him for it.

Aegon looks around even though he knows you're the only two people in the study hall. He didn't want anyone else to know his results if it went bad, but he has to make sure.

...

Aegon points to himself. "You know I'm not Aemond, right?"

"Uh, yeah? I'm just proud you did your best."

He ignores his heart skip a beat. "Did you start having a taste for strongwine because we're clearly not seeing the same thing. This," he shoves the paper in your face, "was a waste of our time, your time. I really tried, (y/n), truly. The best I could do, and it—it wasn't enough."

He promptly turns around, not letting you see how affected he is. He should be used to failing by now, he thought, but the way you were so supportive made him believe, for a moment, he could be capable of something. Something enough to be proud of.

"I'm sorry."

You stare at the usually carefree prince. You step closer, gently holding his forearm and turning his body to face you.

"Hey." You tilt your head, but he avoids your gaze. "Fail or not, you chose to work for something you know where your strengths do not lie. I thought it was courageous of you."

He scoffs. "Yeah, like I slayed a mighty beast with my bare hands. How courageous."

"If anyone is closest to a beast, it would be Maester Stephas."

Aegon lets out a snort. You and him call the grey-haired tyrant of a teacher that for a reason. Just once, he wishes to defend himself against his vicious words. One too many times the old troll insulted him in front of you and his siblings. If only he had the sharpness of tongue as does a sword.

"It's four marks past a failing grade."

"And it's four marks above the expectations of anyone who's doubted you." You give a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder with your other hand. "Plus, it was partially my fault. We talked about almost everything other than history these past few weeks, so I'm happy for your results."

"You are?" His skin feels warmer where you're holding him. Did you always have that crinkle in your eye when you smile?

"Of course. I'm proud of you, egg."

"Egg?"

You nod. "Short for Aegon. Egg. It's cute."

He gives you a deadpan look. "Your brain must be as smooth as an egg to have thought of that."

His remark doesn't dissuade the wide smile on your face.

"Since you did so well, we must celebrate over a drink tonight. Right, egg? My treat." You head for the exit, knowing he'll be following suit.

He tails behind you. "Stop calling me that."

"Okay, Egg."

He mutters, “Egghead.”

#aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #sunny stories

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strangerthingslover69 · 2 years ago

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Kept secrets

Dmitri + Female reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Drinking, swearing and smut

The Byers are throwing a party for your best friend Jim Hoppers birthday. Everyone you can think of is invited! Including their new Russian friend Dmitri. You have had a crush on him for a while now, even though he’s a fair amount older than you, you can’t help your feelings. With alcohol being thrown into the mix your night was about to become… interesting

The day is finally here, you’re on your way to the Byers house with your best friend Jim Hopper for his surprise party. People always found your friendship interesting considering you were in your late twenties and he was in his early forties but regardless he was your best friend always there for one another. Jim lights a cigarette ‘So kid, you gonna tell me where we are going?’ Hopper says taking a drag of his cigarette. Offering you some, you happily take it inhaling the the sweet nicotine. ‘I’ve told you. It’s a surprise! Now put on your blind fold!’ You say passing him back the cigarette. He rolls his eyes but does as he’s told. You pull up the Byers drive and see balloons out the front. You can’t help but feel excited. Hop doesn’t like celebrating birthdays much but this one was special. His first one since being back so when Joyce told you her plan you eagerly agreed! ‘Here’ you said stopping the car. ‘You stay there and I’ll help you out okay?’ You ask. ‘I may be a year older but I can get out by myself Y/N’ Hopper said with a laugh. But he did as was told and waited for you to open the door. You took his hand as he got out of the car. ‘Keep that on until I tell you to take it off okay?’ You say as you walk towards the door. ‘Okay kid’ Hopper answers you. You know he will always call you kid even though your in your twenties he will always call you. ‘Mind the step’ you say as you reach the door finally. You open the door and see so many people there you smile happily. ‘Okay’ - you take your hand off him and walk to the others. ‘Now you can take it off!’ Hopper takes off the blindfold as you all shout SURPRISE! Hopper shakes his head laughing and walks over to Joyce giving her the biggest hug. You smile happily as they embrace. You can’t help the pang of jealousy, not because you wanted Hopper but because of there happiness. Hell they deserved it don’t get me wrong but you just wanted something like that. You push away the negative thoughts and make your way to greet others that are here. Of course all the kids are here and the older ones too, the officers from the station, Murray and Dmitri. Ahh Dmitri. The man you’ve been crushing on since you first laid eyes on him. Sure he’s a lot more older than you but you didn’t care. As the party starts that’s when you decide to grab a drink from the kitchen, you see beers in the fridge and grab one. Perfect.

The kids are playing a board game even the older ones join in, Murray is talking to the officers in deep conversation, Dmitri has disappeared, Joyce and Hopper are sat cuddled up next to one another on the sofa and your standing in the corner on your third beer looking around the room. As you finish your drink you decide to go have a smoke break. You leave through the back door leading onto the garden. It’s a bit more cooler now as the wind picks up making you go goosebumpy. You take a cigarette from your pack placing between your lips and go to light it, ‘shit’ you mutter to yourself. ‘Need one?’ you heard a voice coming from the bench on the grass. ‘Shit. Didn’t realise anyone was out here.’ You say with your hand on your chest. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you’ Dmitri says making his way over to you. ‘No my own fault, don’t worry’ you mutter still with the cigarette between your lips. Dmitri points to it and holds up his light. You nod ready to take it out of your mouth but instead Dmitri moves in closer, he leans down and holds the lighter up to the cigarette. Lighting it for you. Such a small action but yet so intimate. ‘Thanks’ you say taking a drag. ‘No problem, are you having a good time?’ He asks you. You shrug. ‘It’s good yeah, Hops happy. So I’m happy’ you say with a smile. The wind picks up again making you shiver. ‘Are you cold?’ Dmitri asks. ‘A little bit. My own fault for not bringing a jacket’ you say rubbing your arms trying to keep warm. Dmitri takes off his zip up hoodie he’s wearing, ‘here.’ He says passing it to you. You shake your head, ‘oh no it’s fine honest.’ You protest but before you can say anything more he’s putting the hoodie on your shoulders. ‘It’s okay, it’s not that cold for me compared to Russia’ he says with a smile, ’thank you’ you say putting your arms in. It’s so cosy and you can feel he warmth from him wearing it. You zip it up and feel a lot more warmer now. ‘See you inside’ Dmitri says as he turns to leave. ‘See you’ you reply quietly already missing his presence. As you finish your cigarette you snuggle into Dmitri’s hoodie, you can smell him on it. It smells like cigarettes, his body wash and just a man. It’s intoxicating. You want that smell on your all the time. You head back inside just in time to say goodbye to the kids who are all staying at the Wheelers tonight, you all say goodbye to them, the older kids decided to call it a night too. The officers left first as they had to get back on duty. It left you, Hopper, Joyce, Murray and Dmitri.

‘Now the youngsters are gone we can get this party really started!’ Murray announces into the room walking through with not one, not two or even three but four bottles of vodka and some shot glasses. Hopper put one some music in the background and you all began to drink. A couple of hours later and three bottles already gone. After two bottles went Hopper and Joyce decided to call it a night leaving the three of you left. You were all very very drunk by now. You were even sure how your mouth was working. ‘So so Murray. T-tell me this. How do do you have such good karate skills? I I’ve always wanted to know’ you say taking a swig from the bottle. ‘Well Y/N let me tell you little miss. Actually actually. Let me show you!’ Murray jumped up quickly and began to show his karate kicks in the air. You and Dmitri were sat next to each other on the sofa leaning into one another laughing at Murray’s skills. To be fair to him he was good you think m. As Murray finished one last kick in the air and landed he turned to you both, ‘that was not a good idea!’ He ran off to the bathroom. A couple of seconds later you hear him puking.

You and Dmitri look to one another again and can’t help but laugh. You are so close to one another you don’t realise that his hand had rested on your bare thigh. You reach for the bottle of vodka but Dmitri’s hand soon takes its away. ‘No no little one. You’ve had enough’ ‘hey, I, I am fine thank you! I’m not the little one! Just one more!’ You say trying to reach the bottle from the hand but he moves further back, ‘nope no more Y/N’ he says as you still try to reach out for it. You’re so close to reaching it. You are climbing yourself across Dmitri’s body to get that bottle. Your legs crawling along his as your hand is so close to touching it. You slip and fall right on top of Dmitri’s body. You are directly on top of him. Chest to chest, legs on legs. You push your arms up by the side of his head. Now you are face to face. The bottle long forgotten about. You look at his eyes then down to his lips. You bite yours. Dmitri is watching your lip as you bite it. You look back into one another’s eyes. You don’t know who did it first but your lips end up on one another. A hot, heavy and needy kiss. Your tongues intertwine with one another. You can feel yourself getting wet already. You break the kiss and you sit up and un zipping Dmitri’s hoodie and shrugging it off your shoulder. You reach the bottom of you dress and pull it over your head. Leaving you in just your bra and panties. Dmitri’s grunts at the sight of you almost naked. You dive back to the kiss, more sloppy this time. Dmitri’s hand roaming your body trying to feel you all at once. You start grinding down on his dick you let of a small moan of the friction. You can feel his dick through his jeans. You go back in and begin to bite and suck down on his neck making him moan. You lick the places you've bitten over. You whisper in his ear, ‘I need you inside of me Dmitri.’ You feel his hips buck up into you causing a moan to fall off your lips. You move your hands down and undo his belt. Pulling down his jeans and boxers in one motion. ‘My oh my daddy. Aren’t you a big boy’ you say admiring his dick. You stand up and unclasp your bra trying not to fall with your slightly spinning head. You pull down your panties. Now fully bare in front of him. ‘Блядь’ (fuck) he mutters as he sits up more. He pulls you by the wrist on top of him. You straddle his lap putting a leg either side. His dick lining up to your pussy as you slide on to him. You both moan as you feel him going in and you clench around him. There’s no going slow. You need this. The man you’ve been thinking about for the last few months. The man you’ve wanted. You’ve finally got. You begin to ride him moving quickly back and forth finding your sensitive spot. His dick feels amazing. He holds your hips with his hands and helps move you back and forth taking him in more. He leans up kissing your neck. Latching his teeth on to it and biting down causing you to moan loudly. He leaves marks all over your neck as he makes his way down to your chest marking them up to. He takes your nipple into this mouth a starts to suck on it, your moving so quickly on Dmitri’s dick, back and forth the friction causing you to feel more pleasure on your clit. You are close as you clench around him. ‘Fuck Dmitri!’ You moan as your at breaking point. Your orgasm crashes around as you cum all over his dick. Dmitri is not far behind, ‘Блядь Y/N’ (fuck) he moans at his thick cum fills you up.

You sit there for a while just embracing one another catching your breaths. Your head starts to feel more dizzy as your alcohol catches up with you. Dmitri is the first to talk. ‘Well than was unexpected, but very fun’ he says looking into your eyes. You can’t help but smile shyly. ‘It was very fun’ you say pulling him in for another kiss. You feel him twitch inside of you making you gasp. ‘Wanna have some more fun?’ He asks. You don’t answer you just carry on kissing him and begin to move yourself again.

When you wake up it’s still dark and you feel you’ve got one hell of a hangover. You’ve a bit dazed and confused on your setting. As you rub your eyes to focus more on where you are you feel an arm around you stomach. What the fuck happened last night? You think to yourself. As your setting looks recognisable you realise your on laid on Joyce’s sofa. You feel the person move slightly behind you. You turn around and come face to face with Dmitri. He’s softly sleeping still. You have no idea what on earth happened. You try to think back but as your try to remember you feel a bit cold. You look down under a blanket draped across you both and see you are both complete naked. You can’t help but linger your eyes on Dmitri’s naked body next to you. His chest is toned and the only hair is leading down to his wowing size of a dick. You admire it for a minute before a voice takes your attention away. ‘Morning’ you turn and see Dmitri looking right at you with a smile. You feel yourself blush as you put the blanket back down. ‘Morning’ you say shyly. Just before Dmitri speaks you hear someone moving around in a bedroom. Shit shit shit. You both need to get clothes on. You shoot up which doesn’t help your head but you carry on you can’t have any of them finding you both like that! You throw Dmitri his boxers and jeans. You find your dress and bra and quickly pop them on. ‘Where’s my top?!’ Dmitri whisper shouts to you. You try to tidy up the sofa up a bit. A bedroom door opens and you both lay back down pretending to be asleep and almost fully clothed. It’s then you realise you don’t have your panties on. Whoever is awake doesn’t say anything just heads to the bathroom locking the door. ‘Dmitri where’s my pants?!’ ‘Probably somewhere with my top!’ He snaps at you. That takes your off guard and you pull a sad face. Dmitri feels bad for being short with you he didn’t mean to. He just doesn’t want everyone to see you both in a comprising position. He has no idea what Hopper would do to him if he found you both like that. ‘Sorry’ he whispers to you. ‘It’s okay’ you say as you get up slowly and walk to the kitchen grabbing two glasses and filling them with water. You search for some tablets for your head and find some paracetamol. You sit back on the sofa and offer a glass to Dmitri. He sits up and takes it. ‘Thanks’. You both gulp it down like your dying of thirst. You both sit there awkwardly for a minute not really knowing what to say.

‘Morning guys, how are you?’ Joyce comes out of the bathroom heading to the kitchen. ‘Good’ you both reply in union. ‘You okay?’ You ask back taking your paracetamol. ‘I’m good thanks sweetie. You two sounded like you had fun last night!’ She says grabbing the coffee pot. You both look at one another, ‘oh did we?’ You ask in a small voice. ‘Yeah, you woke me up!’ Joyce says laughing. ‘Shit. I’m so sorry Joyce, we didn’t mean to it’s jus-‘ you start but she cuts you off. ‘Don’t worry sweetheart. I just want to know what was so funny?’ She asks looking at you both. ‘Funny?’ Dmitri asks with a confused tone. ‘Yeah, I could hear you both laughing’ Joyce replies drinking her coffee. Phew that was close. ‘Oh that would have been me. Showing my amazing karate moves that clearly these two didn’t appreciate it!’ Murray says making his way to sit in between you and Dmitri. He looks at you then back and Dmitri smiling. ‘So what’s you two get up to after I greeted the toilet?’ Murray says with a sarcastic tone. ‘Oh nothing. We both passed out after you’d gone.’ You say avoiding all eye contact. ‘Right right. Dmitri, where is your top? You loose it in your sleep?’ Murray asks with a mischievous voice. ‘Oh- I got too hot. Took it off and threw it on the floor.’ Dmitri replies. Before Murray asks anymore questions Hopper enters the room. ‘Morning’ he says to the room. ‘You all sleep good?’ He asks getting a cup of coffee. ‘Your bathroom floor is surprising comfortable’ Murray says still looking at you and Dmitri with suspicion. ‘You sleep good kid?’ Hopper asks taking a seat next to you. You cringe even more at the nickname now ‘Yep. All good thanks’ you say quickly and quietly. Hopper turns to Dmitri and points to his bare chest, ‘hey erm where’s your top?’ ‘He got too hot so I took it off and couldn’t find it this morning’ you answer quickly you can feel everyone is looking at you or at least think it. ‘I’m going to take a shower if that’s okay?’ You ask when standing up. You head spinning a little. ‘Course honey, you wanna borrow some clothes?’ Joyce asks kindly. ‘Yeah that’s be great thanks’ you say as you walk to the bathroom. The others start a conversation about something, your not listening your trying to put the pieces of last night together.

You’re pretty sure you slept with Dmitri. As you take off your dress you look at yourself in the mirror, you gasp. You are covered in hickeys. They’re all over your breasts and some on your neck. Clearly visible you’re lucky no one said anything to you. This confirms you definitely did sleep together. You trace your hand over them, you can’t help but smile. You’re just about to step in the shower when there’s a knock at the door. You open it slightly poking your head out. ‘The others went for breakfast. Joyce asked me to give you these’ Dmitri says passing you a fresh towel and clothes. You take them trying to cover yourself a little. ‘Thanks, erm didn’t you wanna go get breakfast?’ You ask. ‘Not really hungry, besides I wanted a shower after you. Try to feel less shit’ he says with a shrug. As he talks you can’t help but stare at his lips, so plump, so kissable. You wonder down to his neck. Shit. There’s a lot of hickeys too. ‘Your neck’ you point to it. He looks confused, ‘what?’ You think fuck it and pull him into the bathroom pointing to the mirror. Yes you’re completely naked but you don’t care, seeing the marks you gave him has turned you on. He looks at his reflection at his neck, ‘shit. Y/N you marked me up really good, no?’ He says with a cheeky smile. He catches your reflection in the mirror stood there completely bare. His mouth slightly parts, you go into the shower turning it on and closing the curtain. You pop your head back out, ‘there’s room for you, I mean if you still wanted that shower?’ You say pulling the curtain back and stepping under the water.

Dmitri wasted no time getting his jeans and boxers off before pulling back the curtain and joining you. You stand there in front of each other completely bare, looking at one another body before Dmitri’s lips come crashing into your. This brings everything back from last night. You loved the way he touched you, the way his lips tasted, the way he moaned for you. You are both desperate to feel one another again so you waste no time. Dmitri picks you up and pushed you back into the cold wall. He lines his dick up to your wet pussy and slams it straight in causing you to moan. It hurts but also feels so good. He’s fucking you relentlessly, plowing in and out of your wet pussy. ‘Блядь (fuck) Y/N you feel so good’ he moans into your ear making you clench around him. ‘Fuck fuck Dmitri, I’m so close. Don’t stop!’ You say pulling his hair, this makes him go harder into you. *KNOCK KNOCK* OPEN UP OR I’M GONNA PUKE OUT HERE!’ You hear Murray shout from the other side. ‘I thought you said they went to breakfast?’ You whisper to Dmitri. ‘They said they were!’ He says whispering back. ‘You best be decent. I’m coming in!’ Murray says opening the door. Shit you didn’t lock it behind you but at least the curtains closed. You hear Murray puking into the toilet, what a mood killer. You and Dmitri are still and silent not daring to move. Once Murray had finished puking he started talking, ‘s-sorry Y/N, that vodka didn’t agree with me.’ You could hear him groaning into the toilet bowl. It didn’t appear he would be leaving anytime soon. ‘You okay Y/N?’ Murray asks wiping his mouth. Fuck sake. ‘I’m good yeah, I erm I thought you’d gone to breakfast?’ You ask completely normal as if Dmitri’s dick wasn’t throbbing in you. ‘I was gonna but then I started to feel terrible. That vodka must of been off.’ Murray says whilst puking again. You and Dmitri look at each other trying to keep a straight face. You let out a small giggle this makes your pussy clench around Dmitri and you feel Dmitri’s dick twitching in you. You bite your lip to hide the moan. ‘M-Murray, how long you gonna be buddy?’ You ask as you feel Dmitri slowly start to move in and out of you again. You look him in the eye with an expression of shock. He just winks and continues fucking you, picking up the pace more. ‘Just a few more minutes. Need to make sure it’s all out the system’ Murray replies taking his head out the toilet. ‘I-okay’ I’ll just wait in here.’ You say back but Murray doesn’t reply as once he’s puking. Your mind isn’t focusing on that though. It focusing on Dmitri and how he’s fucking you hard, he dick pulling in and out. You bite his shoulder not to let out a moan as your orgasm creeps back up. ‘дерьмо дерьмо‘ (shit shit) you hear Dmitri moan into your ear. He’s close too. You hear background movement and Murray flushes the toilet slowly getting up to wash his hands. As he washes his hands your orgasm hits you and you finally cum all over Dmitri’s dick. Biting down hard on his shoulder as you do. ‘Thanks Y/N. Sorry to of disturbed. Bye Dmitri’ Murray says exiting the bathroom. You both look at each other with shock as Dmitri cums inside of you. (Again) he’s breathless as he comes down.

You both do actually have a shower when you’re done. You can see your teeth individually on Dmitri’s shoulder from when you were biting down. After your shower you dry yourself and get changed into Joyce’s spare clothes. You hand Dmitri the towel and he hangs it around his waist. ‘So I guess Murray knows’ you say with your hand in his chest facing him. ‘I guess so. Let’s hope he can keep a secret.’ Dmitri says leaning in for a kiss. ‘I’m sure I can talk to him’ you say pulling away. ‘I like being your little secret’ ‘I like it to my маленький грязный секрет (dirty little secret) You hear Hopper announce they are back, you don’t want to leave Dmitri’s arms but have to. A quick peck on the cheek and you walk out of the bathroom heading towards the living room. ‘Hey guys, good breakfast?’ You ask making yourself some coffee. ‘It was great! Brought you guys some pancakes back if you want them?’ Joyce offers your them. ‘Yes please!’ You say happily plopping down ready to eat them. Dmitri comes out the bathroom in his jeans still no top but the towel around this shoulders to cover your marks ‘Man you need to cover up. Y/N doesn’t wanna see all that’ Hopper says jokingly. You stay silent eating your pancakes silently disagreeing with him. ‘Here it is!’ Dmitri says finally finding his top, it had slipping in between the sofa cushions. He pops it on and joins you for some pancakes. Murray comes out of a bedroom looking slightly under the weather. You and Dmitri both look up at his sheepishly. ‘Well hello love birds.’ Murray says. You visibly gulp. ‘How was breakfast?’ He turns asking Joyce and Hopper. Phew he wasn’t talking to you two. ‘Good thanks, feeling better?’ Hopper asks. ‘Lots thanks Jim’ Murray says sitting on the other side of you at the table. Joyce and Hopper sit down on the sofa and put on the TV. Murray taps your leg under the table. You look at him and he’s looking down. ‘I erm believe these are yours?’ In his hands are you lost panties. You blush instantly and snatch them away putting them into the shorts pocket. ‘Before you accuse me of anything Y/N I found them when I sat down this morning. Right next to where you and Mr Dream boat we’re sleeping?’ Murray says stealing some of your pancake. You look up at him sheepishly, ‘thank you. Sorry’ you whisper. ‘Not a problem. And don’t worry guys. I can keep a secret’ Murray says tapping his nose and leaving to join Hopper and Joyce. You and Dmitri look at one another and you just can’t help but smile. You both knew this was gonna stay a secret and Murray promised he wouldn’t tell either. But neither of you were prepared for how your secret was going to come out

#stranger things #stranger things smut #dmitri stranger things #dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri x reader #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #jim hopper stranger things #joyce byers #murray bauman #smut

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hxlyhoax · 3 years ago

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Wicked Ways

Hawkins Crew x Reader

Post - Season 4

warning(s): Max and Eddie are fine ! , established relationship between Reader and Steve , No Robin / Nancy / Erica , uno shenanigans , cute ending ?

a/n: I don’t know. It came to me while writing another imagine and I couldn’t let it go to waste.

also, it’s kind of all over the place I feel like so i’m deeply sorry for that :(

@m-rae23

You stared out the window of Steve’s newly bought RV. You, him, the kids, and Eddie (due to Dustin’s non-stop begging) were going on a small road trip. You weren’t going that far from Hawkins but it was far enough that you could put the recent events behind you.

Steve squeezed your hand lightly, resulting in you to look over at him, smiling softly. “You alright?” he questioned, small pout on his lips, looking to you then back to the road ahead. “Yeah, i’m okay. Just tired, I guess.”

Steve frowned, stopping at a red light, turning his gaze back to you. “Then rest, love.” he smiled, before looking to the back at the sound of a yell. “Eddie.”

“Sorry.” the older boy looked up with puppy dog eyes. “Dustin’s cheating.”

“How am I cheating?” the young boy frowned, looking at his older campion. “Do you not see how many +4’s you put down.”

“I’m playing to win.”

“You’re a cheater.”

“Just pick up the cards already.” Max rolled her eyes, looking down at her own deck. “Today would be nice, Edward.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Then hurry up.”

“Plus 24, come on.” Lucas sighed, resting his hand on his forehead. “No.” Eddie shook his head.

“I regret inviting them.” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “Y/n…” You faintly heard Eddie’s voice.

“I’m not getting involved.”

“Please.” Eddie whined, “This isn’t fair. I almost died.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Dustin deadpanned, shaking his head. “The Demo-Bats.” Eddie smiled, before dropping it at the sight of Dustin adding three more plus 4’s. “I was being nice before.”

“What the fu—”

“Language.” Both you and Steve scolded, quietly laughing at the older boy. “I quit.”

“No, don’t do that.” Max sarcastically spoke, narrowing her eyes at the older boy. “Max, be nice.” you chuckled, looking at her. “How many do you need to pick up, Ed?”

“36” he frowned, looking at you.

“Damn.”

“I raised you well, Dustin.” you smiled, holding your hand up for the teenage boy to hit. Dustin smiled widely, high-fiving you. “Now, Eddie. Plus 36 or stop playing with the children and keep quiet.”

“Rather be Demo-Bat food.” he grumbled, starting to pick up the cards.

You sighed, shaking your head, turning back around looking at the road. “I think i’m rethinking the whole six kids thing.” Steve muttered, making you laugh. “With my luck they’ll turn out like, Munson.”

“He’s not that bad.” you giggled, looking at your boyfriend.

“Sure, honey. whatever you say.”

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It was well into the night. You were curled up, head resting on Steve’s chest on the bed in the back of the RV.

The rest of the group were still playing Uno, much to Steve’s dismay. He was still wide awake listening to the semi loud threats the oldest of you all were spilling. The second oldest was lucky he had some special touch to get you to sleep.

You hadn’t been sleeping well since the whole Vecna fiasco. This was the first real sleep you had gotten in a few weeks. And Steve was afraid that Eddie would ruin it. That’s something nobody wanted.

Steve sighed, lightly moving you, so your head touched the pillow, while he got up, freezing hearing a noise of complain coming from your lips. “I’ll be right back, it’s okay.”

He fully stood up, opening the door, squinting at the light. “What time is it?”

“3:30” Max smiled, setting down a green card,“And are we aware that some people are trying to sleep?” Steve frowned, running a hand through his hair, watching the game.

Dustin looked up to Steve then to Lucas who was fast asleep on the couch. “Lucas is fine.”

“I’m not talking about Lucas, Dustin.”

“Oh, did we wake them?” Dustin frowned, guilt creeping up. “No, but if Eddie keeps it up you will.”

“Sorry.” Eddie frowned, eyes lighting up when it was his turn. Max had used a reverse card. He smiled wickedly, staring into Dustins soul. “No.” the young boy pouted, “You love me don’t you?”

Eddie set down his last few cards (which were a bunch of +4’s that weren’t going to be used), making sure not to miss saying “Uno and Uno out.”

“I win.” he smiled, fist bumping the air, on the verge of tears. This was his first win since the game started. “Are you really crying over a win?” Max asked, making a face. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s my first win—”

“Ever? that sucks.” Max fake pouted, standing up, stretching her limbs. “Of the night.” Eddie frowned. “Are you guys done?” Steve questioned, turning his head towards the bed at the sound of movement, sighing in relief at your still sleeping frame.

“Yeah.” Dustin nodded, rubbing his eyes, walking towards the back room, getting stopped by Steve. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Sleeping in the bed, duh.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Why not.”

“My RV, My Rules.”

“Please, Stevie.”

“Don’t call me that. You’re not allowed.”

“Steve.” Dustin whined loudly, while the older boy put his hand over his mouth. “Don’t wake them up.”

“Too late.” you pouted, rubbing your eyes, sitting up. “What’s going on?”

“Dustin’s being a brat.”

“Am not.”

“What’s wrong, Dustin?”

“I want my mandatory cuddles.” The boy crossed his arms, staring up at Steve with a cold, hard glare. “I knew them first.”

“And?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head. “I’m more important than you, now move.” Dustin pushed Steve out of the way, causing him to groan. “Dustin—”

Dustin smiled innocently at you, “I didn’t do anything. He’s lying on my name.”

You shook your head, laughing quietly, opening your arms for the boy who was like a younger brother, watching as he smiled widely, crawling into bed, wrapping his arms around you, laying his head on your mid section.

“Damn, you got kicked out of you own bed.” Eddie chuckled before groaning at the feeling of an elbow to his stomach. “Ow.”

“Go to sleep.” Steve rolled his eyes, closing the sliding door in the oldest face, walking over to the bed laying down on the edge of it. “You’re lucky I like you, kid.”

“Yeah, Yeah.” Dustin muttered half asleep, cuddling more into you.

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purelyseguin · 3 years ago

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𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 ★

Word count: 1.623

POV: reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, mention on chocking, a little spanking, unprotected sex (scratch it and be safe)

Notes: Hey dear reader! This is my first imagine and english is not my mother tongue so forgive if you find some mistakes! Here's what you'll find up next: you and Tyler are a couple, he's playing against Boston Bruins and you want to have a special night of celebration. It's almost all smut and no plot lol.

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The horn sounded loudly making the crowd go wild. It was Tyler Seguin's third goal of the night. A Hat Trick against Boston. You screamed as loud as you could, cheering more than anyone else, after all, Tyler Seguin was your boyfriend and you were so happy for him. You knew how nervous he was about today's game. He wasn't doing very well in the last few games, he was just coming back from a serious injury and his game still wasn't the best. He had put in a lot of effort for this game especially against his old team, who had traded him without the slightest remorse. Tyler didn't have Boston grudges, but you did. At the time of the trade you were just friends, but you already took his pains for you and only you knew how being traded had hurt him. Mainly because you think it's all Boston's fault for his troublesome behavior.

At the end of the game you waited for him to go home together. You knew he probably had ideas about going out for drinks with the team, but you had some dirty ideas for the celebration and expected him to agree right away. As he walked out to the parking lot wearing a suit that made him delicious, he approached you smiling like a child, scooped you up in his arms and swung you around in the air. You laughed and held his shoulders, lowering your head to kiss his lips. He lowered you slowly, not missing the opportunity to rub your ass. He was crazy about your ass.

“My champion.” You say happily, stroking his wet hair from the shower. The Stars had won 6-3.

“My inspiration.” He says smiling and lowering his mouth to yours, kissing you hard. You laugh between the kiss and he pulls you closer, pressing your body to his. You moan and he slowly pulls away from you.

“Drinks with the guys?” He asks.

“I had a few more…private things in mind.” You smile suggestively, rubbing your body into him. Recognition flashes across his face and he gives you a dirty smile. At that time the rest of the team leaves, laughing out loud and joking among themselves. Jamie Benn stops and yells at Tyler:

“Hey Segs, are you coming? Hi Y/N.”

“Hello, Jamie. Good game today!”

“Change of plans, Chubbs. My girl needs me.” You slap his arm. It still embarrasses you that Tyler is so open with Jamie about his life. Including the sex part.

“Chained” Jamie shakes his head laughing at his friend. You know Tyler used to be a hooker before you guys got serious and Jamie still makes fun of him for his change in behavior. Tyler became almost domestic for the last year of your relationship.

You and Tyler drive home teasing each other all the time. You're craving and he's crazy with desire when you're like this. You open your button-down shirt exposing a red lace bra you had chosen for him earlier. Tyler groans at the sight and accelerates the car further. You smirk and unbuckle your seat belt, Tyler looks at you confused.

“Baby, what-” He breaks off when he realizes what you're doing.

You lower yourself into the seat, your ass up and your head in his crotch. You unzip his fly and take his dick out. It's half hard, but you feel it harden as you caress it. You bring it to your mouth, kissing the tip and then running your tongue all over the base. Tyler groans and grips the steering wheel hard and you feel his leg tense as he accelerates the car further.

One of Tyler's hands caresses your face and then pulls you hair hard. He knows how you like it when he does that. You stop teasing him and put his whole cock in your mouth, taking him deep down your throat, until you're choking. He holds your head there for a moment, you like it too and like it even more when he starts pumping his cock down your throat. You can feel how wet you are and all you want is for him to fuck you the way only he knows how.

You suck it up with all the talent you have. One hand working the rest that doesn't fit in your mouth and the other working the buttons on his shirt. When you get some access to his belly skin you scratch him mercilessly. He groans loudly and his hand reaches for your ass, slapping it hard. You gasp with fright and take his dick out of your mouth for a second and that's when you realize you’re already at the door.

You go up the stairs, leaving clothes as a trail. Shoes on the stairs. Shirt in the hallway. Pants at the bedroom door. Bra on the bathroom door. You stand in front of the shower and turn your head towards the door just in time to see him appear. His pants are open, no shirt and no shoes. You turn on the shower and get out of your panties, turn to him and see the hungry look he's giving your naked body. You step back and step into the shower, lifting a finger you beckon him to you. He takes off his pants and underwear, releasing your favorite part of his body. His cock is up, ready for action. Pre-semen shining at the top.

He grabs you and pins you to the wall. You lift one leg, fitting it to his hip, his cock brushing your pussy just the way you need to.

"You are a very bad girl." He says. One hand holding her chin and the other leaning against the wall. “What am I supposed to do with you, huh?” He's pondering. The hand now caressing his cheek. His mouth is inches from yours and you really want to kiss him.

“Fuck me.” You answer. His voice loud and clear. You rub yourself against him needing the contact and showing him that you're wet and ready for him.

He lunges for your mouth, hands pressing your body against his. Fingers digging and marking your skin. You grab his hair and pull him closer, but never close enough. Hot water is pouring down on you, your hair is getting soaked, but you don't care. All that matters is Tyler and the way he's kissing you. Until he is no more. He pulls away abruptly and takes her leg off his hip in the same way.

"Backwards. Now." he growls. Then grab your arms and turn you back to him. Your breasts crushed against the icy wall.

He slaps you hard on the ass and you groan. He gives one more and another. Strong and accurate slaps. You love it. He pulls you off the wall and pushes your body down, bringing you to your knees on a stone bench. You feel his cock at your entrance and then without warning he thrusts all at once, filling you completely. You moan, a little pain and a lot of pleasure. He starts moving frantically, in and out with force. He holds your arms back, fucking you hard. You have nowhere to hold on, so you just clench your fists and throw your head back, moaning his name. He loves when you cry out to him.

He lets go of one of your arms and you use it to lean against the wall in front of you. His free hand grips your breast, massaging and squeezing. He's fucking you so hot you forget even your own name. You love it. You love him. You find yourself saying this in the midst of delusions of pleasure. And he slows down until he's stopped inside you. His body completely glued to yours. A mixture of sweat and water clinging to your skin. You throw one arm back and grab his head and he fits it into the crook of his neck.

"Say it again." he asks, his voice thick and gasping for air.

"I love you. I love you." You say, eyes closed, chest begging for air, just feeling how he fills you deliciously.

"I love you. Never forget that." He says softly, kisses your neck and pulls himself out of you. He sits on the stone bench you were kneeling on. “Ride me.”

You don't need him to say it twice. You sit on it, bringing all of its fulfillment into you again. But he won't let you move. He buries his face into your chest, sucking on your nipples. He climbs kisses and hickeys all over your chest, up to your neck.

“Fuck me.” He says.

He drops his hands from your hips and you start to move. Back and forth. Up and down. One of his hands grabs your ass and squeezes. You ride him like never before. In fact, this is the dirtiest sex you've ever had and you were loving it.

You ride him until you reach your pleasure, screaming shamelessly. He comes right after you. You stop moving and just stand there, foreheads together and breathing hard. He looks up at you and smiles. An innocent smile, nothing like the dirty smile from earlier. His hand caresses your back.

"Are you okay?" It's cute how he always asks that after sex, even if it wasn't frantic sex like it is now. You just nod your head, still unable to speak. No strength to open your eyes.

You don't know how long you guys stay there, but one hour you get up and then he cleans you. You fall on the bed naked, his arms wrapping around your body. You are so exhausted that you fall asleep quickly.

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That's it! You made it to the end! I hope you enjoyed! If you got any requests or suggestions my ask box is open!

P.S.: in case you're wondering: this is how I imagined their bathroom

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