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thisismeracing · 2 months

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More than friends | LH44

―Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader ―Warnings: curse words, mentions of food, and typos; ―Summary: You're friends with Lewis, but fans don't buy the "just friends" discourse - for them, you and Lewis make the most powerful couple, even if you're not famous. And maybe they're right, maybe you're supposed to be more than friends. (based on this request).

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yourusername went for coffee/reading with the bestie, but of course, we ended up yapping about everything and only reading two sentences 😁

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angryschumacher they just like me and my bestie except they’re more cute and would make a great couple 👀

grandpierre can you imagine being bestie with lewis freaking hamilton?! 😭

leclerccrown what are you reading, yn?

⤷ yourusername crooked plows by itamar vieira junior! :)

yourbestie can I borrow those shoes for a date this weekend?? 🙏

lewishamilton worst matcha I’ve ever had 🤢

⤷ yourusername youre just not used to the flavors! It was deliciou

⤷ lewishamilton it probably was, but right before you added tons of sugar and what else 🥴

⤷ yourusername shut up 😡

⤷ lewishamilton I just don’t need extra sugar when you’re around, sweetie

⤷ tifosikimi am I sensing some flirting? 👁️🫦��️

⤷ tiredtyres tifosikimi I don’t think so, me and my bestie banter like this but we consider each other siblings

harrietdirection her hair is so shiny, her skin is so glowy, she’s so humble and simple and sweet and pretty can lewis share her with the fandom pls

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lewishamilton recharging for next weekend 💛

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likedbypierregasly this looks like such a romantic dump, the kind of dump one would post with…I dunno…their girlfriend 👀

biebertsunoda I wanna be her so bad

yourusername 💛

⤷ keepingupwf1 yeah bestie Im at a loss of words too

mickschumacher Angie is questioning me about play dates with roscoe!!

⤷ roscoelovescoco 😍 Is miss Angies too

⤷ yourusername how about tomorrow before media duty??

⤷ mickschumacher sounds great! 🤝

⤷ zhoulovers she’s roscoe’s mom, change my mind

elitebarzal oh to spend a weekend recharging beside lewis and roscoe 😭

zendaya 😍😍😍

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yourusername productive Friday at work 🤓

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redsainz who choose these boots? I bet it was lewis

oconnected they're so powerful together, you can see bits and bits of the other in them 🩷

mickschumacher glad you enjoyed the haribo! 😌

⤷ yourusername my new fav candy!!! 😌

lewishamilton nice fit 😏

⤷ yourusername you like it? a friend set it up for me 😎

⤷ redsainz told you guys he was to one to piece it together!!!!

bonosmicrophone its the way mick, lily, alex, george, and so on constantly interact with her 🥹🥹

dollarsainz lewishamilton can I date her?

⤷ lewishamilton nah, she’s already taken

⤷ leclerccar WHAT?,mKVNWNCJSJJCJSD

lewishamilton & yourusername

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lewishamilton guess we were always meant to be more ❤️

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yourusername fitting together like the perfect pair of legos 💘 you're forever my best friend, I love you

⤷ lewishamilton I love you forever

⤷ schumickey 😭forever😭my😭best😭friend😭

rizzhou most powerful paddock couple!

yukiyukiyuki everything about these pics gives wholesome heartdly in love vibe 🥹

charles_leclerc finally, guys!!!!! ❤️

georgerussell63 it was about time!

alex_albon lily is asking for another double date (please Yn don’t steal my girl 😭)

⤷ lilymhe too late, babes 😁

mercedesamgf1 😍😍 we’be been rooting for this since the beginning!

⤷ formulainchident even admin!!!!

scuderiaferrari Yn, we already have your special headphones and shirt ready! 🫵❤️

norrisrizz I want what they have, I wanna be her, I wanna be him, I wanna be their dog, I-

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keqism · 10 months

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𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒

⌇ feat. itoshi rin

⌇ premise. your boyfriend is a liar with a sweet tooth

⌇ cw. GN reader, rin & reader are aged up (20+), profanity. not sponsored by haribo !

Orange gummy bears are the bane of your existence.

Tart with a bitter aftertaste, the revolting flavor is enough to trigger your gag reflex. Fortunately for you, they're Itoshi Rin's favorite. It's the reason I'm dating you, you joke sometimes, only to be scoffed at. But despite the cold glares, he secretly enjoys it when you hand-feed him the orange jellies.

It's a ritual between you and him that started in high school. The two of you were seatmates, to Rin's delight. You were pretty, he had always thought. Sitting next to you allowed him to sneak glances at your face, admiring the curve of your nose and the plush of your lips. But despite the close proximity, he could never muster the courage to say a word to you.

It had started off as an awful, rainy day. Rin had slept through his alarm, missed his morning bowl of ochazuke, and sprinted to catch his bus in the rain. Soaked and hungry, he opened his emergency pack of Haribo gummy bears and snuck bites of the colorful jellies during algebra class to tame the loud beast in his stomach.

He had been biting the head of an orange gummy when a piece of paper landed on his desk.

the orange ones are the worst! it read, once unfolded. Cautious teal eyes flicked up to meet your unabashed staring, and Rin felt his heart skip a beat at your teasing smile. And when the teacher turned around to face the blackboard, the paper was flicked back onto your desk.

everyone knows the white gummies are the grossest. You laughed quietly at the note, oblivious to the way his eyes lingered on your lips, before scribbling something back.

if you don't like the white ones, could i take them? they're my favorite :3

And so on a slightly less awful, rainy day, Itoshi Rin found himself sharing gummy bears with you in the back of his algebra classroom.

It was your shared sweet tooth that brought you together. The once awkward silence between classes was filled with your bright laughter and the crinkle of the cellophane gummy packet that he would always split with you. As the school days flew by, Rin realized that he wanted to share more than gummies with you. His first kiss, his body, his cold, guarded heart—he wanted you to have it all. And so when the last bittersweet days of youth came to an end, he asked you to be his.

That was years ago. Now, Itoshi Rin is everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He brews your favorite coffee every morning, does your skincare routine for you when you fall asleep on the couch, and hides you in the safety of his chest when days get difficult. He does his best to hold his sharp tongue and soften his personality when he's with you. He marks your birthday and anniversary in big red letters on the calendar on his wall.

So when you storm into the living room, your face livid, Rin has no idea what he's done wrong.

"Itoshi fucking Rin!" you seethe, your arms crossed over your chest. From the couch, Rin gapes at you in confusion, trying to remember if he accidentally washed your white underwear with the colored clothes again.

"What? What did I do?" An ungodly squeak leaves his mouth as you push him back by the shoulders, clambering into his lap.

A sharp finger pokes his chest. "You're a little liar," you spit, "I stopped by the grocery store with Bachira to get you gummy bears and you know what he told me? He said that you hate the orange flavor the most!"

Rin snaps his eyes shut and groans, cursing his friend for being so mouthy. "Hear me out—," he tries to explain, but you slap your hand over his mouth, his cheeks stinging from the impact.

"Don't even try," you hiss at him, expression petulant. "I'm not even mad that you lied. I'm mad that you let me feed you the disgusting flavor." You push off of his lap, storming away to your bedroom. The door slams and Rin flinches at the sound.

A moment of bewildered silence passes before he slowly makes his way to the bedroom. Gently opening the door, he peers inside to see you on your bed, wrapped in your duvet. The bed dips under his weight as he sits on the edge, a hand coming up to rub your back.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I don't hate the orange ones, I promise. They're just not my favorite."

The bundle of blankets on the bed rustles as you slide your hand out, dropping something in his lap. The cellophane of the opened Haribo gummy bear packet crinkles as Rin peers inside it.

"I ate all the orange ones for you," you sniff, poking your head out of the blankets. "I hated every second of it. I hate you."

Rin laughs before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months

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My Wife

Andrea Medina x Reader

Summary: You've known Andrea for a very long time

The first day you met Andrea Medina, you got married.

It was out in the schoolyard. It was your first day and she came bounding up to you, took your hand and said she was going to marry you.

You were shy so you agreed and you got married to her under the apple tree.

You remained by her side for most of your life. You couldn't even remember what it was like without her.

You were joined at the hip throughout your childhood. You would wait outside of training for her after school so you could get the bus back together. She would hang behind when you went to the library to study. You walked hand in hand everywhere together.

When people questioned it, Andrea would always respond the same way," I married her under the apple tree. I'm just being a good wife."

When you first married her, she gave you a Haribo ring to symbolise your love. It had been eaten by the end of the day.

She gave you a paper ring next. You wore it for weeks on end until one day it was raining and it ripped, falling straight off your finger.

After that came Andrea's own mother's wedding ring, which she had slipped off the woman's finger when she was asleep and brought into school for you. Your parents made you give it back though and Andrea just started holding your hand more in answer.

It was somewhat of a tradition, every year, to find an apple tree and get 'married' all over again. It started off as a cute thing little kids did but feelings developed almost as soon as you both hit puberty.

The change from best friends to girlfriends happened seamlessly for you both and soon Andrea was introducing you to everyone she could like she was bragging about something special.

"Hi, Miss Gallardo!" You said as you waited in the stands for Andrea to finish training.

"How many times have I said it? You don't need to call me Miss Gallardo. Lola is just fine."

Your face went a little red at the correction. "Right. Yes. Sorry, Miss Lola."

Lola groaned good naturedly, shaking her head fondly at you. "Andrea!" She yelled," Your girlfriend's here!"

Usually, after you finished your university classes, you would head straight to training to see Andrea so you were a very familiar sight to see waiting.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Andrea yelled back," She's my wife!"

Lola laughed, tucking you under her arm as she walked you over to your girlfriend. "No ring on her finger, no wife."

"She ate the first one!" Andrea complained, an arm coming out to wrap around your waist.

"It was very sweet," You replied, pressing a kiss to her cheek," And she did get me a ring." You pulled up the silver chain around your neck so Lola could see the ring hanging from it.

She rolled her eyes. "A promise ring isn't a wedding ring. It's like a pre-engagement-ring ring."

"Hey!" Andrea said," Don't be rude about our love!"

Lola laughed. "God, what is it with you kids and speedrunning life? Football career, finding your forever girl. Slow down a bit. You're making the rest of us look bad."

"You don't really need help with that," Andrea teased.

"Be nice to Miss Lola," You said to her," She doesn't have to put up with you."

"Fine." Andrea kissed your cheek and squeezed your waist.

"You should stick around more, y/n. Can you come to practice every day? I've never seen her shut up so quickly."

"Happy wife, happy life," Andrea replied.

"Alright, lovebirds," Lola teased," Off you go. Go be sappy and disgusting elsewhere."

You pulled Andrea after you. She got changed and showered in record time and soon you were walking hand-in-hand down the street.

The walk back was like second nature and you leaned happily into Andrea's side as she took the lead, ducking into a little cafe to get a much needed coffee.

"My favourite married couple!" The old lady at the counter exclaimed as you both ordered.

Andrea grinned triumphantly, puffing her chest out like she did whenever someone mentioned your childhood marriage.

"Our favourite coffee maker!" You say back, putting a hefty tip in the jar.

With your coffees in hand, you and Andrea wandered through a park and up a hill. You dumped your bags just in front of the apple tree.

"Okay," Andrea said, taking your hands and pulling you to stand under it," Ready?"

"Ready."

She cleared her throat and, just like when she was younger and didn't fully understand weddings, said," I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"Marry me?"

"I do!"

She grinned, spinning you around. "I am going to marry you," She promised," Properly."

"Good," You said," Because I'm getting sick and tired of introducing you as my wife without a proper ring."

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modelbus · 3 months

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I've done it guys I complied old writing bits and created a valentines post someone give me an AWARD. This is just gonna be a bunch of random snippets between reader and Tommy from their relationship <3 fluff for the day of love

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Romantic Relations - Valentines Day Special

"Wait, I'm- why isn't the pickaxe working?" You ask, looking at chat for help.

MCC was stressful as it is, you didn't need your computer having a breakdown.

Tommy laughs. "You have to claim the pickaxe, love." He explains softly.

"Oh. Fuck. Chat, shut up. Shut the fuck up."

"Love." Wilbur scoffs. "I'm sickened."

"I will leak your address if you don't fuck off." Tommy threatens.

Wilbur mutes.

"Freddie, you IGL. You IGL." Tommy laughs, leaning back in his seat. From what you can see of his screen, he's floating in air which means he's dead. He turns to you, your entrance not as quiet as you thought. "You okay?"

"I just wanted a gummy snake." You shrug, approaching him.

With a smile, he tugs his headphones down around his neck. "But I bought these."

"Your mum bought them." You correct, reaching over his keyboard to grab one out of the packet.

Haribo twin snake gummies, his favorite. You had quite literally never heard of them before meeting him. He has a whole package to himself.

"They're still mine!"

"Tough shit then." You pop it into your mouth, smirking at his expression. "Gummy worm tax."

"The rest are mine."

"You're going to make yourself sick."

"Small price to pay for these. Wish us luck?"

"Good luck."

You snag another one before waltzing out of the room.

"I'm not saying that." Tommy laughs. "Fine! Wait! I've got a message for you!"

You pause, turning back to him with raised eyebrows. You know he's on call with both Eryn and Freddie so they definitely just said something stupid.

"Freddie and Eryn say hi."

"That is definitely not what they said."

"That's the important bit, don't worry." His head snaps to his computer, eyes going wide. "Eryn!"

"…okay then."

You duck out of his room, another snake gummy hidden away in your hand. What a fool.

Tommy's in the room three seconds after you scream, eyes wide with his phone in hand. Another second and he's next to you, worried.

"What? What happened?"

"There's a fucking bug in the bed." You say, never taking your eyes off the bug.

Screaming might've been an overreaction but it jumped at you! Bugs weren't meant to jump! You were perfectly sane for screaming.

"There's a- what the fuck?" Tommy laughs. "You screamed because there was a bug?"

"IN THE BED!"

"I thought you were getting murdered!"

"I was! By this fucking bug!"

For dramatic effect you point at it. The sudden movement must startle it or something because it jumps again, making you flinch backwards.

Tommy's laughing louder now, placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly pushing you towards it.

"It wants to say hello!"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO SAY HELLO TO IT!"

You duck out from his hands, crossing the room. "Kill it." You demand.

"It's just a friendly little fellow! Hello bug!"

"Kill it or I will move out right now."

Tommy pouts, catching the weird bug in his hands. "Come on, he's my new friend!"

"Kill. It."

"Say hello to it first."

Little shit. Fucking asshole.

You cross your arms, an empathetic no. Tommy laughs harder, opening the window and dumping the bug outside.

"Gone." He announces. "Fucking hell."

"Thank you."

"Big man Tom Simons saves the day yet again."

"My hero." You fake swoon, holding a hand to your head.

"I recorded that entire thing, so I'm putting it on Twitter."

"IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT-"

"I am not your crutch." You say, but don't move as Tommy puts a hand on your shoulder and uses you for balance as he wipes off his feet.

"Just stay still."

"I'm trying!"

He brushes off the sand before sliding his foot into his shoe, then moving onto the next foot.

"Hurry up." You sigh.

"I'm trying! Okay, okay, done."

"I can't believe you got that much sand on your feet-"

"You're about to have some fucking sand in your face!"

"Hey!"

"It's nice making them do all the work, isn't it?" Shelby asks, giggling as Tommy fake-lurches and acts like he's about to drop their food.

"Definitely." You agree, smiling at your boyfriend.

Wilbur isn't far behind Tommy, paying for all the food. They didn't order much, but you couldn't tell that from the way Tommy was acting.

Shelby was filming a "week in the life of" vlog, so you decided to all meet up and help her out with some content. You would do one, but you're not much of a YouTuber. Besides, Tommy's already done two since you've lived with him.

"Although if he actually drops that stuff Wilbur will kill him." You add.

"Oh, no doubt."

"Shelby Shubble!" Tommy calls out. "Shelby Shubble, why are you not filming me? I can be the star of the video!"

"I know! And that's why I've got to keep you minimized!" She exclaims.

"Me? Minimized?!"

Tommy sets down two drinks in front of you. One's yours, and the other is his. Both cokes, seeing as that's the superior brand.

The bag he drops in front of you is, again, both of your foods. McDonalds: putting multiple orders in one bag since it opened.

"Thanks, Toms."

He practically flings himself into the booth next to you, collapsing on your shoulder dramatically.

"I went through hell to get the food to you! Hell!"

Shelby starts laughing, and you roll your eyes. "Oh yeah? Did you see the devil?"

"I did! I did!"

"What'd he say?"

"He sounded a lot like Wilbur Soot—funny, that—and he said: 'Tom! Tom! You're the best man ever! The biggest! The only!' To which I obviously replied 'I have nothing on PhilzA Minecraft, thank you very much' but he didn't believe me!"

"Why not? PhilzA is the only man ever."

"He's the Devil, innit?" Tommy straightens suddenly. "Wait, you think Philza's the only man ever? Is he the best?"

"Well, if he's the only man ever…" Shelby jumps in. You nod along with the olders words, hiding your smile.

A hurt look comes onto Tommy's face, and he dramatically pouts at you both.

"Shelby Shubble, are you saying you'd pick Philza Minecraft me?" He waits for Shelby to nod before turning to you. "Aren't you dating me? Not Philza Minecraft?"

"Am I? I hadn't noticed." You hum, and Wilbur chooses this moment to come with his and Shelby's food.

"Wil!" Tommy exclaims. "Wil! I'm dating this bitch next to me, right?! Right?!"

"Uh-"

"So they should think I'm the best man ever!"

Wilbur's gaze sweeps over the three of you, and you try to imagine what he must see. Tommy, putting on the performance of a lifetime. Shelby, openly laughing behind a hand. And you, yrying and failing to hide your grin.

"I don't know, seems a bit controlling Tommy." Wilbur shrugs, taking his seat next to Shelby and handing over her things.

"Controlling?!"

Underneath the table, you nudge Tommy's hand with yours. Without missing a beat he entwines their fingers.

"Me? Controlling?" He continues.

Stealthily, you pick up a fry as he doesn't let up on his rant. Shelby nods, seeing your plan, and you throw it at him.

Tommy pauses, then bursts into laughter.

"What the fuck? You wasted a fry!"

At his words, the rest of their table goes up in a roar of laughter and happiness. Of course, the manager kicks them out for it, but it was so worth it.

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killersfool · 8 months

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I Want You | ELIJAH HEWSON

PAIRING : elijah hewson x original f!character

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: dahlia jenkinson, josh’s sister is asked to fill in as photographer at his bad’s concert. her plan is to ask him out by the end of the show as she’s been crushing on him for ever. what she doesn’t expect is that one of their songs was written about her—and she’s right there when he confesses it.

WORDS: 5.6k

WARNINGS: smoking, drinking, kissing

Friday. Underground. London.

I run through the station passing the endless people, posters and children's screams. My brother, Josh, had asked me yesterday to help out at his band's concert. He'd told me that their photographer had gotten COVID so he needed someone to fill in.

I dragged my roommate along with me as my moral support, seeing as she's heard me spill every secret in my mind about the band's lead singer, Elijah. I've been helping Josh with his band's endeavours for years and have also had to condone countless sleepovers. I've had the sound of drumsticks crashing together engrained in my head by this point. Robyn has always told me to 'stop being a pussy and ask Eli out on a date' but honestly, I'm terrified I'll ruin everything. This photography thing has really helped to get me new jobs and more exposure.

"So, you still crushing on Eli?" Robyn asks. She's been glancing over at my phone for the past few minutes. I've been texting the band group chat that I've been added to. They usually kick me out randomly. This is the longest period of time I've been in it without having an argument. I'm pretty proud.

"Shut up." I scoff. "If you dare say anything to any of of them, I will kill you."

"I wouldn't," she laughs. I give her a look. "I'll try not to..."

"You and your big mouth."

"I can't help it."

"I shouldn't tell you things."

"Who else would you tell?" She grabs at my phone, noticing a message from Elijah pop up.

It reads: "Missed you. You've always been the better Jenkinson." I try to contain my smile at the stupid message. It's just a couple words beneath a name on a screen and I'm getting all nervous. It's pathetic. God, this is getting bad.

"That's cute," Robyn says and is about to start writing a message back until I snatch my phone back. Who knows what kind of bullshit she'd start sending. She'd surely send some terrible pictures of me. That's happened on many ocassions. I've learnt my lesson to never trust her with my phone.

"Cringe." I type back, although the smile on my face is betraying the words on the screen. I stare at his profile picture for a few seconds. It's a selfie of me and the band. I look half asleep, probably drunk. Eli's hair is all over his face and Josh is squeezing Ryan's cheeks. Bobby is just angrily staring at the camera. He definitely didn't want to be in that photo. It's sweet that Eli has kept his profile picture that way for so long. We haven't seen each other in months. I send another message, "Well you're not my favourite Hewson."

He sends an angry emoji. "Who is then?"

"Bono, course."

He sends a few more angry emojis before spamming the group chat. There is already some kind of argument happening. Robert seems to be late and they're all asking where he is. I switch my phone off, sliding it into my pocket. Robyn's been unusually quiet.

"What have you done this time?" I ask with a subtle tilt of my head. She's chewing on some haribos she'd bought moments ago. She then smirks to herself, "Nothing."

I'm a little worried but decide to brush it off. We leave the train station and I'm struck by the freezing air. I sometimes forget how cold England is. Having moved from Ireland over a year ago, I feel like I should've acclimatised. But, why is it always so cold? I hold my jacket closer to myself to try to warm up.

We pass at least ten people with 'I love London' shirts. Sounds of street sellers are familiar along with the hustle and bustle of late London nights. I see the London Eye twisting in the distance. Big ben is tolling. The venue comes into view a few streets away. I'm dreading it slightly. I feel as if I'm not going to cope this time seeing that ever-so-familiar face. It's as if with each passing month, he gets better looking. It should be crime. I'll probably melt when I see him.

I instead focus on seeing Josh and my excitement for seeing the gig. They've all really improved over the years. They really know how to put on a good show. Adrenaline rushes through my veins. It'll be fine. Surely.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Robyn takes notice of me fiddling with my earrings. It's become some nervous habit. I find a comfort in twiddling the crystals between my fingers.

"A bit," I say. Honest. "What if he finds out? We'll surely get piss-drunk. What if he only wants to be mates?"

"Lia, darling, you've got to stop overthinking it. After hearing all these stories you've told me, it sounds like he likes you a lot," she says, grinning. "I'll tell you if I see any looks passed or anything suspicious, okay?"

"You're the best." I give her a hug, forgetting for a moment about the crowded streets around us. Robyn hugs are always too good to be true. I sometimes forget how unbelievably short she is and how she tries to suffocate me with her arms.

Just as we're about to continue down the endless streets, I see someone running past us. I barely even realise he's passed me until Robyn points him out. I see long, curly hair and a massive case swung over his shoulder. Bobby. Then, he turns to face us. Blue eyes catch me off guard then a massive grin. He seems to question whether he should stop or get to the venue. He's very late.

"Is that the bassist?" Robyn wonders. "Robert?"

"That's me," he says, retracing his steps. His mullet has gone all messy in the autumn wind. He's trying to swipe away a few stray hairs from out of his face. "Hey Dally. Who's this?" He points towards my friend with a lazy smile.

"This is Robyn. My roommate. She's the one who accidentally stepped on a pigeon."

"Ah." He then turns into his bird lover mode. "How could you do that to a poor, helpless bird? How could you? Can't believe you're called Robyn. That's a disgrace. Wish I was called Robyn. Or sparrow. Or some kind of bird. God, do I love birds—"

"Okay, Robert. We get it," I interrupt with a finger in the air. He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. Robyn is laughing at his angered demeanour. He always puts on this irritated-sarcastic face in moments like this. He looks like a child after stepping on lego.

"Aren't you late?" Robyn asks the blue-eyed boy. His phone has been pinging with notification throughout the few minutes they have been walking together. He seems to be a little stressed. I have to almost run to keep up with this speed of impossibly long legs.

We approach the venue. It's a huge, pretty rundown building which strikes out in stark contrast to the fancy buildings around it. The words 'Inhaler:tonight' are written on a chalkboard beside the entrance. The place really matches the band for some reason. There's a queue of fans outside. A lot of them are sat down on the pavement. They scream at the sight of the bassist, piling around him. Phones are being held up to take pictures of him.

"Sorry guys, I've got to get inside. Thank you for coming," Robert mumbles.

Robyn and I act as body guards, preventing anyone from getting too close. Banners have been dropped onto the ground, passersby glance over in confusion. There's colourful cowboy hats covered with jewels everywhere. That music video really drove the world crazy. It definitely drove me crazy. I probably make up at least half of the views.

The majority of the crowd continue to take photos. Some say 'Oh my God, that's Josh's sister!' I give them a smile whilst simultaneously pushing Robert forwards.

We finally get to the back door. The gathering give up after a while. They go back to the queue, attempting to slot in to their previous place.

"Well, doors haven't opened yet so you can't be that late," I remark. The front doors are still locked.

"I'm missing sound check though."

I hear music booming quietly through the walls. I open the door, pressing down on it with fingertips. It creaks open to a long corridor with white plastered walls. It smells of fresh paint. The light is barely even attached to the ceiling. It looks like some horror film scene. Creepy.

But then Josh comes around the corner. His guitar is slung over his chest and his face lights up to reveal a huge smile that I've always adored. He's taller than the last time I've seen him. He runs straight towards me, engulfing me with his arms. I'm uncomfortably pressed against his guitar but I couldn't care less. I'm so glad I came. I missed him so much.

Robert slides past us and Robyn awkwardly stands in the doorway. I introduce her to my brother. He gives her a hug as well. She seems to enjoy this whole situation a lot. She's getting all loud and giddy.

The rest of the band are still playing through songs. They're running through 'Dublin In Ecstasy'. Elijah's voice is echoing through the entire building, sliding it's way through my skull. There's a part of me that wants to turn back. I could just make my way back to my apartment, have a cup of coffee and stalk Twitter accounts of people who went to the show. I definitely haven't been doing that for the past few months. I'm not that insane. Or obsessed.

"Do you want to listen to sound check or hang out back stage?" Josh asks us. He's been talking to Robyn, getting to know her and she seems to like him, thankfully. It'd be downright awkward if she hated his guts.

"I'll follow you," Robyn says to Josh. She starts to traipse down the corridor. I watch her curls bounce from side to side as she jumps with every step. She suddenly realises that she's left me behind. "You coming?"

I groan, staring at the door. "Yeah. Fuck it."

I pick up my camera in preparation. I've been using the same one for years. It's got stickers all over it. Some of random bands, some from different countries and little letters spelling out my name. Elijah had bought me a few pages of letters of the alphabet as a birthday present when I turned 15. I still remember that day. We were all huddled inside my living room after being drenched by a sudden storm. There were about fifteen of us, including the band. The fireplace before us was the only source of light in the darkened room. I think I was dating Ryan at that point. That was a strange time. He was sweet. It only lasted a couple of weeks. Elijah had a girlfriend too. Younger me was very jealous. I think that's what made me realise I liked him.

Now, fast forward eight years and my heart is beating in my ears like I'm a teenager all over again.

I allow Robyn to go first. I trail behind. Josh has left us to our own devices and we try to figure out where exactly we're supposed to go. We decide to follow the sounds of music booming. Closer and closer. We go down a staircase, open a door then we're right at the stalls, just beneath the stage. The door crashes so loudly that all of the band stop playing. They all peer down at us.

The band name 'Inhaler' is upon the wall and coloured lights paint the stage. This room is a lot nicer than the exterior. There's a standing area then seats up along the top. The walls are painted a deep shade of crimson with gold lines intricately painted everywhere. It's too good to be true. It feels so weird being at one of their gigs again. It feels even weirder to see all of them in the same place at the same time.

I trace my gaze along the stage. I take a quick glance at Josh who is tuning his guitar, then Ryan who's staring at us with wide eyes. I shift my eyes a little further to see Elijah. He's dropped his mic at the sight of us. I take notice of the length of his hair. It's falling over his eyes, a mess of curls shrouding his face. He's wearing a white vest top and a bulky blazer which is holding onto his shoulders for dear life. I can't see him very well from here. What I can see is the complexity of his gaze. The way he's looking at me is making me nervous. I take a deep breath.

"Dahlia?!" Ryan calls out. He drops his drumsticks similarly to Elijah.

"Surprise?" I say. I thought Josh had told them I was coming. "Wait, did Josh not tell you?"

Elijah picks up the microphone from the ground, not taking his eyes away from mine. "Josh, you gobshite. I thought she was coming next week," he says into the mic, words jumping through my ears. I hate how warm his voice is through those speakers. It's sickening.

"Well, I'm not complaining." Ryan jumps down from the stage, giving me and Robyn a hug. It's a group hug where we're all squashed together. He's grinning from ear to ear.

"You're still short," I say. I can still look down on him, especially with my chunky boots. He rolls his eyes. "This is Robyn." I introduce my roommate to both Ryan and Elijah.

"Nice to meet you," Elijah murmurs as he jumps off the stage. He's left the mic on the stand. He's pushing his hair from his face.

Robyn gives me a look, raising an eyebrow in the direction of Elijah. She's got a malevolent smile. What's she going to do? Maybe I shouldn't have brought her.

"I've heard all about you." Robyn gives Elijah a little wink. I kick the back of her leg .

His lip raises the slightest bit. I find myself staring at his mouth for far too long. There's stubble lining his chin and a splatter of freckles on his cheeks. "Have you, now?" His low voice drifts through the air. He's maintaining eye contact with me. I'm trying to evade his gaze.

"She's exaggerating." I assure him, trying to stop myself from giving Robyn another thwack.

"Eli! We have like 5 minutes until door opens and Dublin In Ecstasy is a mess. Get up here. You can swoon later." Robert is already playing the introduction to the song. Ryan and Josh join in.

"Swoon?" Eli shakes his head with a grin.

"We're just that amazing," Robyn whispers to me.

I hold up my camera, taking a picture of the three lads on stage. Then I point it at Elijah. I take a few of his confused face before he leaves us to sing along to the music.

"He's whipped." Robyn watches as he climbs back onto the stage. "Likes you so much he can barely even function-" She points out how he can't even plug his guitar in. He's been trying to shove the lead in for a while but his eyes are wandering elsewhere. "You've got to say something to him. He's leaving tomorrow, isn't he? Maybe tonight.."

I breathe in. "Alright. I'll try."

Robyn and I hum along to the tune. Elijah's rough vocals make my mind go cloudy. He sounds so much crisper in person. I think back to the cuts and bruises vinyl on my shelf. Robyn had bought it the day it came out. Josh sent me every version possible. Robyn went on about supposedly being 'the first person in the world who bought it'. She said she saw the record in HMV and instantly thought of me. We had stayed up late that night to listen through each track. Eating popcorn, drinking alcohol, talking about random shit. That was when I told her everything about Elijah. From the schoolgirl crush, to the trying to forget him then to the full-blown infatuation. She enjoyed listening to every detail I had to offer.

Elijah continues singing. I'm holding my breath, my palms are sweaty, I feel my heart pulsing at my throat. Robyn is swaying to each beat of the drums. Elijah won't stop looking at me.

Then the song ends and we all tun backstage, in an attempt to evade the incoming fans. I hear shouts echoing in the distance. We've gathered in a little room backstage. Josh is showing me some fancy chocolates he bought in Rome. I'm taking pictures of the band members. Robyn keeps photobombing. I rest my head upon the armrest of the sofa, closing my eyes. It feels nice. Calm. Until, someone settles beside me. They grab my legs so that they can properly sit down. The hands are cold and fingertips are calloused. That someone is Elijah. "Excited for the show?"

He's got his pre-show drink in one hand and his phone in the other. I close my eyes once again.

I shift around in the soft cushion attempting to get into a more comfortable position. He scoffs and pulls my legs up by the ankles to rest them over his thighs. "I know you're tired," he says. He takes a sip of his drink. "But if you dare fall asleep during the show, I will throw my guitar at you." I move my legs around his thighs then actually raise my head to look at him. I take a picture as he makes a stupid face. I don't know how he can do that whilst still looking pretty.

"Is this comfortable?" I ask. He's been very still. "I can move if you want."

"It's nice... fine," he mumbles as he scrolls through messages on his phone. "Reminds of that music lesson. Must've been our first year of secondary school. You fainted after some practice test we did. We were sat in this exact position for at least an hour. I think my legs stopped working."

I try to bring my head back to the memory. He was so different back then. Shorter hair, insanely asthmatic. He only knew me as Josh's twin sister. Somehow that was enough for him to stay there with me and keep me safe. After that, he had some complex where had to look after me with his life. It was charming.

"I had to kick you about nine time because you feel asleep, " I recall. My mind is wandering through moments I can barely even remember. "You were so strange."

"I could've left you there in the practice asleep. You should be thanking me for saving you from embarassment-"

"Why, thank you. Oh how you've changed my entire life. I owe you all that I have."

He shakes his head, squeezing the skin at the bottom of my ankle. He then rests his hand there. As if it's normal. He's still reading through messages, biting the top of the plastic cup.

"When do you lot go on then?" I ask everyone.

Robyn has started drawing eyeliner onto the other boys. She just pulled it out of her pocket randomly and asked if they wanted her to do it. They've filed into a queue. She's done some graphic liner on Bobby with little stars that makes his bright eyes pop out all the more.

"Ten minutes." Ryan is putting some hair gel through his hair. He puts some music on using a bluetooth speaker they placed in the corner. Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley comes on. I'm trying to stop myself from falling asleep but it's getting harder with each passing second.

"I'm so excited," Robyn says as she does Josh's eyeliner. She's made his more smudgy and messy. It suits him a lot. "Elijah, should I do yours? Or Dahlia can do it?" She passes the tube towards me. There's some malicious intent behind her eyes. I narrow my eyes down to the black contraption, taking it uneasily between my fingers.

He lays down his phone and drink. He's trying to push all the hair out of his face to give me some access to his eyes. I kneel down on the sofa beside him. I grab a hair bobble from my wrist then tie the top half of his hair up. He groans as I pull some strands way too hard then relaxes into my touch. He smells like cigarette smoke and cologne.

"How should I do it?" I wonder out loud. I've opened the tube and I'm trying to figure out the best way to go about this. He looks like his teenage self with his hair like this. His eyes are maintaining a hard eye contact as I near him. There's a warmth rising to my face.

Robyn pulls out her phone and shows me a picture of Rodrick Hefley. I snort. "Try it like that," she says.

Elijah closes his eyes as I begin to draw little lines then smudge. I've grabbed his chin to keep him in place. I can feel the sharp stubble poking at my fingers. He opens his eyes every now and then. They're half-lidded, watching. I poke his eye by accident. I scold him for opening his eyes. He decided to instead keep them closed.

I admire my work once I've done. It's not my best liner but it's alright. The other boys gather around to get a look at him. His hazel eyes come into view and he smiles widely at the sight of us all. "Does it look good?"

"Looks class," Ryan says as he grabs a mirror. The other boys nod along.

Elijah looks at himself. He seems to not know if he likes it or not. He smiles at me and says, "Thanks, love."

I just smile back, pulling out the bobble from his hair. An unruly splatter of curls cascade across his forehead. There's something about him wearing eyeliner that's stopping me from thinking straight. It's different. I'm still sat half on top of him, one knee resting on his thigh and the other on the sofa. He helps me off of him then stands up.

He ruffles his hair as he says, "Let's get going lads."

The four boys grab everything they need for the show. Water bottles, instruments, drumsticks, their sanity. They all give each other a group hug. It must be some pre-show ritual because they all down their drinks at the exact same time. If that wasn't planned, it was uncanny.

"Good luck." I wave them off and they travel down the corridor in a straight line. As each of them walk out, I take a picture. Elijah is the last to leave. He stops in the doorway, still holding his plastic cup. He raises his lip to reveal his white teeth as I take the picture. He really enjoys making the strangest faces.

"If you don't get our best angles, I'll have to think about firing you." Elijah warns me just before he turns around. He then disappears down to another asylum-like corridor before I can get a chance to insult him. I let out a breath.

"That went well, right?" Robyn's trying to figure out what's going through my head. I can't even comprehend anything that just happened. The feel of his hand still lingers at my ankle. "That whole time you were talking to Josh about those chocolates, he was staring you down. It was pretty creepy, to be honest." She laughs. "Don't even get me started on the eyeliner. All of us felt like total third wheels."

"Sorry," I say. I play around with the bobble at my wrist. It had been wrapped around those glorious curls only moments ago. "God, I'm so in love it hurts."

"That's how I felt when I started liking Emmy. Literally all I could think about was her." Robyn is in a daze, eyes glued to the wall. "You need to do something before it's too late."

"After the set, I will tell him." I finally accept my fate. I could possibly not see him until next year. Or the year after. Who knows how busy I could get?

"Good," Robyn says. "I'm tired of hearing Elijah this Elijah that. Girl, I get it."

"You had an Emmy this Emmy that phase. Don't even start."

She frustratedly sighs. "Come on. I think they're going on."

I hear the crashing of drums reverberating through every wall, every floorboard. Slowly, we approach the main room. The bodyguard lets us through to the wings of the stage. I can see all the crowd from this angle. There are phones, cowboy hats and banners littered through the crowd. Some of the audience are people we had seen when Bobby was surrounded. They're screaming at the sight of the band.

The first song they play is These Are The Days. I keep my camera handy through every song. Elijah takes notice of us standing there. He steals a glance at us when he has a chance to breath. He's singing a lot stronger than I'd ever seen online.

Then they play through a few more songs on the new album. I sing along, I dance, I try not to get blinded by the flashing lights. Then all of a sudden they've finished playing Love Will Get You There and he turns to look right at me.

"This next song..." His words are pretty slurred. He's drunk. "This is an old one. I wrote this when I was about 17. There was this girl at my school who I just liked so much— I couldn't even focus in class. I played it to her once we'd got it perfect and she had not a single clue that it was about her. She still doesn't. It's been six years and I've never told her." He pauses and looks at me. "This is for you."

I'm overwhelmed by emotion. I raise an eyebrow at him. He just starts strumming along with his guitar. That's when I realise he's playing I Want You. They'd played that song to me in Elijah's garage. I asked him who it was about. He lied and said it was about his ex-girlfriend. I never thought twice about it. I never listened to it because it made me sick to my stomach that it was about her. A girl who I had been so jealous of.

"You got your lipstick on..." He starts singing. He's literally pointing at me. The crowd looks confused. They can't see me.

"Oh, Jesus," Robyn exclaims. "Oh, wow. I can't believe this. He's fucking confessing! Dally, I'm so happy for you right now. What the hell!"

Robyn is just as shocked as I am. We're both slack-jawed, wide-eyed yet caught in a silence as the song goes on. The crowd sings along with each and every line. The other members of the band have caught on with what is happening. They all seem to be pretty proud. Especially Josh. He's smiling so big it's making me smile too.

The truth is, I don't want the song to end. Or the show. I just want this moment to drag on forever. It all feels too good to be true.

The song finishes, the lights switch off, the crowd screams. I'm left in the darkness. Robyn is holding onto my side for dear life. The only thing illuminating the world around us is a tiny light bulb above us. My eyes start to get used to the darkness. I see a figure approaching.

"Can you come with me?" It's Elijah. His cheeks are tinged a shade of bright red. There's sweat lining his throat and his chest. He's taken off the blazer and has slung it over his shoulder. The eyeliner has bled down a little.

"Yeah..." I'm exasperated. My throat is raw from singing so much. My brain can barely process what is happening around me. My hands want to reach out and hold him close to me.

He grabs my hand, pulling me down through a corridor. We're both running towards the back door. I'm trying to match his pace but his longer legs give him an unfair advantage.

We finally reach the exit. He opens the door for me, allows me to pass through then shuts it. I'm met by London streets. Brick walls, crooked alleyways, a rubbish bin. It's not particularly romantic. But, with him standing there in front of me, it becomes the most romantic place on Earth.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he admits. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you when you left. I was going to tell you at the airport when you were about to leave Dublin. So that you could think it through without us seeing each other every day. Then I got fucking terrified."

"I was going to tell you then too." I press my back against the wall. He's pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He offers me one. I let it rest between my lips. "I had plucked up some courage after I went to the toilet but then I sat beside you and forgot the whole script I'd planned out in my head. That was a pretty awkward five minutes. Felt like a century."

"We're idiots, aren't we?" He says as he lights his cigarette. "Josh has always known. I don't know how he never told you. He's great at keeping secrets. Six years of keeping his mouth shut. I don't know how he has that much self control."

"Six years?" I blow out a puff of smoke into the air. My eyes wander across the star covered sky. The moon is looming and watching us.

"I know." He's blushing again. He's trying to keep his distance from me, leaving a slight gap between us. "I'm pathetic."

"I liked you for longer."

"What?"

"Eight years. Since the day you started dating the blonde girl." I feel stupid saying it out loud. He's laughing at me.

"That's class."

We stand there in silence just looking at each other. I can hear ambulance sirens and birds calling. The brick walls is hard against my back. My shoes are covered in water from standing in a puddle. I can imagine that there's a camera above us. This could be a scene straight out of a film.

"Are you going to kiss me then?" Some sudden burst of confidence brings those words from my lips.

He's taken aback. His eyes fall down to my mouth. He then takes a step closer. I can feel his breath at my cheeks.

"Do you want me to?" His voice goes all low and his accent gets thicker. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek. Metal presses against my cheekbone. His thumb lazily draws a line across my bottom lip. His words hang in the air. "Dahlia, my love. Do you—"

I press my lips to his. I can't hold back anymore. I can taste the smoke on his tongue. His mouth is minty and his lips are soft. I've imagined this moment countless times. In a bookstore, in a train station, in the garage. But, this is perfect. Perfect.

My fingers sink into his hair. He groans into my mouth as I pull a few strands at the back. His thumb is sliding across my cheekbones. He's dropped the cigarette to instead use his other hand to clutch my waist. My hands are at his chest. His heart is beating incredibly fast. He holds me tight against him until I feel his chest rise and fall. Up and down. Breathing in and out.

We hear voices behind us. He pulls away quickly. We both turn to see a group of fans. They're teenagers and they're all dressed in bright outfits. They didn't see anything but they seem rather suspicious, whispering.

"Eli! Oh my God!! Can you take my BeReal please?" One of them shouts over.

Elijah runs his fingers over his lips. His ears are a pink shade. He slides his hand away from my waist.

"Yeah, sure!" He approaches the three girls with a small smile. He's trying to act normal. "I love your hats." He points at the 3 cowboy hats which spell out the word 'Inhaler' when they're all stood side-by-side.

"Thank you so much!" The darker haired girl passes him her phone. "Your eyeliner looks so good. You should do it like that more often."

"I had a grand makeup artist." He winks. I roll my eyes.

"Could Dahlia be in it?" The girl with glasses notices how I've awkwardly shifted to the side.

"Course she can," Elijah says.

I stand in the frame next to Elijah as he holds up the phone. His lips are red after being stained by my lipstick. I drop my head onto his shoulder and close my eyes. He nestles his face into my hair as he takes the picture. We're both giggling like lunatics.

I'm so glad it happened like this.

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thottie777 · 4 months

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but not kiss.

c.s

you are best friends with chris and both have feelings for each other, why do these things always take so long?

the air was crisp and cold, you could genuinely blow clouds from your mouth from the chill in the room. your feet were layered with two pairs of socks, body dressed in old mismatched pyjamas, and limbs were tangled in between your best friend, chris’.

your head was rested against his beating chest, arms wrapped around his torso as he played with your long, silky hair, wrapping it around his fingers like a fidget toy, gently rubbing your scalp every now and then. your eyes were shut but you were awake, appreciating every delicate touch chris was giving you. the floral patterned duvet lay on top of you both, keeping you both cocooned tight against each other, your right leg propped up against his waist.

you kept finding yourself in this position with him recently, especially because of the autumnal weather, you two would always go back to yours after school, shivering with pink noses, and immediately climb into bed and find each others bodies like matching puzzle pieces.

you knew this meant so much more for you than it did for him, since kindergarten you had this slow developing crush, after you shared forts made out of sheets together as children and told each other about your imaginary friends and favourite colours, in middle school you knew the feelings you had for him were real when he fake proposed to you with a haribo gummy ring.

you were never going to tell him though, because you knew that if he didn’t feel the same it would destroy to you. you told yourself daily, it was better to have a little of him than nothing at all.

he hadn’t spoken for a while, so when he finally did his voice was croaky and deep “come closer, my neck is cold” he murmured, stroking your back lightly to get your attention, you shifted your head upwards and buried it in the crook of his neck, keeping your eyes closed and breathing in the smell of his cologne.

“you smell good” you whispered up into his ear, lips grazing his lobe slightly, then falling back down into the warmth that lay underneath his long, floppy hair. he continued to trace strokes across your back until you both fell asleep, you would’ve slept for hours if your mom hadn’t woken you both up to have dinner.

- chris’ brief pov

as she laid there in your arms, you were begging to every god in the sky that she wouldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating from how close she was to you. you tangled her hair between your fingers, not only because you knew she found the sensation comforting, but because you liked to look at her and imagine what it would be like if she was yours, how you would hold her and touch her, the thoughts were like shadows that followed you everywhere. you couldn’t help but blush every time she smiled at you, laughed at one of your jokes or grazed your skin, which seemed to be constantly.

you felt warm around her, a warmth you’d never felt with anyone else you’d ever met- she was your home, she had been since you were little and you were splashing in puddles with each other on rainy days, you loved how she used to always hysterically laugh anytime you splashed too hard and mud went on your face, you loved her bright yellow wellington boots, you loved how when you both got a little bit older, and you gave her a haribo ring, she didn’t take it off for weeks until it went sludgy and weird on her finger, you loved her.

* 1 year later

12 months had passed and you were finally seniors, you both still hadn’t uttered a single word to each other about your undying feelings you had. you were convinced it was too late anyways, chris had a girlfriend. she was preppy, pretty and perfect, they met whilst he was practicing for lacrosse and she was staring at the team on the bleachers with her friendship group.

you couldn’t even blame him for falling for her, she was naturally tanned with blonde locks that fell to her tiny waist, she was an a* student, super charming and flirtatious, every guy in the school was desperate to have her, she was everything you weren’t and it killed you.

you and chris’ friendship had definitely become slightly more strained since he was in this new relationship, you had never had a boyfriend before and this was his first girlfriend, so this new dynamic was completely untouched territory for you both, it was awkward at times and you couldn’t stand it. you prayed every night to the picture you had of chris and yourself on your bedside table that things would go back to normal, that he would realise he loved you all along and would come knocking at your door with a bouquet in his hands, unfortunately you were an atheist so knew none of these prayers would come to fruition.

the weekend had come and you had been invited to a mutual friends house for a movie night. you knew chris and his girlfriend were going to be there so had to mentally prepare yourself for the pda you’d have to witness, which at school you actively kept yourself away from, skipping lunch and smoking spliffs in the run down toilets just to avoid chris’ new relationship completely. he always wondered where you were but dared not to say anything because he didn’t want his mrs to get suspicious or jealous.

you threw on a pair of baggy blue jeans, ratty black converse and an old hoodie that was sat in the back of your wardrobe, which you only remembered was chris’ that he gave to you years ago as you were in your car on your way to the meet up, you swore under your breath, embarrassed by the piece of memorabilia that was taking up half of your petite frame, knowing that chris would recognise it immediately.

you knocked on the front door and your mutual friend greeted you with a wide smile and open arms, you gave them a tight hug and entered the cozy house, instantly spotting chris and his gf cuddled up on the l shaped sofa, your stomach turned and you were tempted to turn around and walk straight out. before your thoughts could keep running around your head, chris shouted out to you “y/n!!! yes you’re finally here we can start the film now” his pretty face was as happy as ever which made you let out a soft smile, he patted the sofa, gesturing you to come sit beside him, you obeyed and crossed your legs on the sofa so that you were criss cross apple sauce, surrounded by cushions and blankets. his girlfriend hadn’t muttered a word to you. “haha cool jumper” he said, letting out a quiet laugh, “sturniolo 3, best player ever” he continued, smiling at you as his girlfriend sunk her eyes into you, glaring intensely.

the time went by and your heart sank deeper and deeper into your chest as the film went on, to the left of you, chris was stroking his gf’s hair as she laid between his legs, facing the tv. it reminded you of a sensation you remembered all too well, how gentle chris used to be with you and how close you guys were, your body yearned to hold him one more time.

it was almost noticeable how often your eyes were glancing over to chris, if the film wasn’t so intense everyone in the room would be staring at you and laughing over the fact your gaze was glued to chris and the way he was cuddling h/gf/n. there was a sudden jump scare in the movie and she lept up from his lap in fear, turning herself around and nuzzling her head into his neck. she stayed there briefly and you heard her very quietly whisper to him “you smell good” as she grinned at him with her signature smile, he smirked back and brung her face in for a kiss, their lips brushed and found each other as they began a light make out, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

your lips began to tremble and you felt your eyesight become glazed with water as a single teardrop fell down your cheek, he broke the kiss with her momentarily “oh yeah?” he asked her, in response to her last statement, “yeah” she replied, smirking into the kiss she reconnected, deepening it and wrapping her fingers in the back of his hair. you finally looked away, grabbed your car keys and phone and without saying a word, ran out of the room and left the house, feet going faster than they ever had before.

you were convinced your heart was actually about to shatter into pieces and you had know idea how to sew or glue them back together. the tears began to stream faster and faster, your body was distraught and head felt dizzy from the pain you were being overcome with. you wept and wept as you rushed to your car that was parked at the very end of the street, you were in such a state you hardly even noticed the torrential rain that was pouring down on you.

“y/n!” you heard from the front door of the house, as chris sprinted down to come and talk to you, you ignored him, too humiliated to let him see your puffy, tear stained face and wobbly lips. he continued to sprint over, quickly catching up to you as your legs weren’t long enough to walk any quicker. he pulled your soaked shoulder towards him so that you were facing him, out of breath and panting. his face dropped instantly when he saw the face of the person he cared about most in the world, completely devastated.

you looked up at him, incapable of forming words because your mouth was shaking so much, the rain had made his hair all wet and it was dripping down his forehead. even at this time of distress you couldn’t help but be mesmerised by how beautiful he was.

“w-what’s going on?” he shouted, so that you would hear him over the heavy rainfall, keeping his hand on your shoulder.

you shrugged him away, your emotions were too all over the place to have him touch you in this moment. “n-nothing” you let out, pathetically, tears still running down your cheeks like they were on a track field. you wiped them away, not that it was working at all as they were constantly replacing themselves.

“don’t lie to me y/n, we always promised to never lie to each other” he exclaimed, a soft but panicked look on his face as his worry for you was consuming him.

“i-i can’t look at you” was the only sentence you could manage to string out, you looked down at the concrete, wet hair following your movement.

he furrowed his eyebrows and a puzzled expression grew on his face, “can’t look at me? what are you talking about y/n? come inside i’m begging you”, and he really was begging, he was so panicked, he hadn’t seen you cry this much in years.

you looked up and through broken sobs, murmured “i can’t look at you, with her”.

you couldn’t believe you actually said that, that your brain was letting you say the things you’ve pent up for so, so long.

chris’ frame was sodden from the rain at this point and you were both shivering from the cold, hearts racing, “why? why y/n? w-why not” he replied, breathing heavily and becoming more and more confused.

it was like something took over your body as you then shouted “because!!!”, getting somewhat angry at how oblivious he was acting, you were convinced he surely knew how you felt.

“because what!?” he too was getting frustrated, frustrated by how little he knew what was going on in your head, how you were hardly giving him any hints on why you were so upset.

“don’t make me say it chris, i beg you please don’t make me say it” you cried out, struggling to speak through your painful sobs that were damaging your throat.

“y/n what are you talking about!? what is going on?” he truly was completely oblivious, he had convinced himself his whole life that his feelings were one sided so the idea of them being reciprocated didn’t even spring to his mind in this heated moment.

“fuck chris! for fuck sake i’m obviously in love with you!” you screamed, you went pale and still, both not knowing what to say next.

a million thoughts raced through his mind, his best friend just confessed her undying love for him? he couldn’t even process it, he just stood there, frozen.

“what?” was all he could manage, as his eyes filled up and a tear ran down his cheek. he looked completely defeated and baffled, are you speaking another language, are you drunk? high? he thought to himself.

“i thought you knew!” you wept, hands practically batting away the tears that were flooding you eyes, you repeated yourself instantly “i thought you knew!” you shouted, waiting for him to properly respond to you.

“i didn’t” he whimpered, sobbing “i didn’t know!” he exclaimed, raising his voice with a weak and wobbly disposition.

you both looked up the street immediately as you saw the front door swing open and chris’ gf run out. you panicked and held your car keys tightly in your hand, as she was running over to you both you quickly whispered “i have to go”, and you sped to your car, trying to leave the situation and the heavy rain as soon as you could, “no y/n, please don’t, don’t leave” he shouted out to you, before his gf placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him back to her.

your hands fumbled to put the key in as you got into the car, you quickly switched on the ignition and looked out of the car window, chris was staring out to you, completely defeated, still crying his eyes out. you pulled away, lips trembling and tears still streaming, keeping your gaze on him in the mirror until he was finally out of sight.

*another year later

it had been 365 days since you and chris had last spoke, you avoided him at all costs at school until you both graduated, completely isolating yourself from everyone and everything.

after that night chris messaged you every day for weeks on end, hoping that you would reply, he kept coming to your house but your mom would constantly say ‘now isn’t a good time’ and not let him in, as you would lay hidden under your sheets, crying your eyes out, for months. after seeing all the messages he was attempting to send you, his girlfriend eventually blocked your number and your socials, her jealous raging at the affection and care he felt for you.

but you both eventually moved on, after school you moved across the country for college and started casually seeing someone, and he stayed in your hometown and made funny videos with his brothers, still dating his first girlfriend.

it was now halloween and you had come back home briefly to visit family, you bumped into an old friend in your local supermarket and they invited you to their annual halloween party that was happening that evening, you couldn’t say no to them, even though you weren’t a party person you thought it was good to get out finally, maybe see some old friends, and get absolutely hammered.

you made your way to their house that evening, dressed in a quick make shift black cat costume, made from your incredibly old mini dress which was now incredibly revealing and sexy as it sat on your more mature, filled out body. you wore that tiny dress, long black leather chunky boots, a black choker and some black cat ears, obvs.

for hours and hours you mingled, chatted and drank, mainly drank. lots and lots of shots, a couple kegs and probably 9 different solo cups. you were feeling fizzy and bubbly and kept giggling and dancing the whole night. that was until you saw chris. you didn’t even know he would be there that night, no one had mentioned it. you stood still in your tracks, looking him up and down as he made heavy eye contact with you, he was wearing a steve harrington costume that suited him perfectly, he looked so good it made you angry.

without wasting another second you span around and quickly walked away, pushing through crowds of people to find a room you could lock yourself in and hide forever. chris followed you, shouting your name, making sure not to lose you in the crowd, you looked over your shoulder and sped up even more, finding a door and opening it as fast as you could, as the door swung your jaw immediately dropped at the sight that was in front of you. chris’ girlfriend was laying on the bed doggystyle with some guy in a superhero costume fucking her as she moaned out his name. you remembered instantly who was following you and looked behind you again, this time seeing chris directly next to you, mouth agape and eyes wide as his heart evidently fell out of place. he looked crushed, tearing his eyes away and sprinting in the opposite direction, physically pushing people out of his way so that he had space to breathe.

this time you were the one following him, shouting his name, feeling so, so sorry for him. “chris! wait up please chris” you shouted out, running up the stairs after him. he grabbed the door handle of a new room and opened it aggressively, hurriedly entering without looking back at you. you were out of breath by the time you got to the bedroom, but when you did, you instantly shut the door.

he was sat on the bed, head in his hands as he leant his arms against his knees, you could hear him crying softly. the poor boy. “chris” you said gently, plopping yourself next to him and placing a hand on his back. “this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he asked, you couldn’t believe he said that, your empathy soon turned to anger as you rose from the bed to stand. “excuse me?” you replied, with an unamused tone.

he drew his face from his hands and stood up. “you heard me, this is what you wanted. i bet you’re loving watching me like this” you were so hurt by his words it felt like he was spitting in your face.

“how dare you.” you replied, looking up at him with deep disappointment in your eyes.

“don’t look at me like that y/n, you can’t confess your love to me and then ghost me completely and now act like a saviour, that’s not fair it’s not” he began to stutter, tears starting to stream harder down his face.

“i did the right thing chris, you didn’t want me what else was i supposed to do?” you replied, gritting your teeth, voice beginning to raise.

“who said i didn’t want you!? you never even asked y/n, you never asked” he began through panted exclamations “i wish you stayed! on the street that night why didn’t you stay?” he cried out “why didn’t you stay!?” he began to shout. you looked at him in complete disbelief, chris had never really shouted at you before, a teardrop fell from your eye as you took in what he was saying.

“i-i should’ve stayed” you replied, guilt consuming you, lips trembling just like they did a year ago.

“god you know y/n, all this time, this year we’ve spent apart i’ve been blaming myself, been telling myself that it’s all my fault that we’re not friends anymore and it has killed me.” he kept heavy eye contact with you, starting to use hand gestures so you knew he was getting real serious. “but no! you’re the one who left me. that night in the rain you left, without giving me even a split second to tell you how much i loved you, how much i yearned for you and dreamt of you. you didn’t stay! i would’ve told you you’re the girl of my dreams, the girl i’ve always wanted to marry” his voice began to break as he continued his poetic rant, you were stood still, dead frozen “the love i have for you is like nothing i’ve felt with anyone else, it absolutely destroys me y/n and it has ever since that stupid fucking gummy ring” you were crying but let out a soft laugh at the mention of the ring. “i’ve been in love with you since the day i met you and i will be until the day i die”.

you were convinced you were about to melt into the ground, your ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing, and instead of letting him continue or responding yourself, you jumped over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted your legs up so that he was carrying you and you were straddling him, lips crashing into each other as you kissed him for the first time in your almost 20 years of friendship. you pulled at the back of his hair to tighten the kiss and he held you up by your ass.

he walked you over to the door and pushed your back up against it as he continued the passionate kiss, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, his ultimately winning as he trailed it around your mouth, making you whimper slightly against him. you bit down on his lip and he let out a groan, squeezing on your ass even harder as he pulled you closer towards him.

the fabric on his shirt was starting to rub against your core, making it throb and become needy for some real touch. your horniness took over you mouth as broke away from the kiss and moaned out “i need to feel you”, he laughed and found his way to your lips again, tightening your legs around him and massaging your ass. you pulled away again, with a more demanding tone this time you let out “please chris, give it to me”, he bent his neck to the slightly and put on a puzzled look on his face “give what to you?” he questioned, a sensual smirking growing on his mouth. he began to thrust against you as he held you up against the door, rubbing his now hard cock upwards so the bottom of your cunt could feel it. you let out a pornographic moan from the sensation, “you’re cock chris, you’re cock please ugh fuck please”, he felt himself get more and more turned on by the erotic sounds you were making and walked you over to the bed, dropping you onto the sheets roughly as you lay on your back looking up at him, your mini black dress now riding high by your waist, completely exposing your red lacy thong.

“god you look so fucking good” he whispered, with a raspy low tone, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip and dragging it down, keeping heavy, sensual eye contact with you. “i’ve wanted you begging for my cock since we hit fucking puberty”, you continued to gaze up, totally mesmerised and at a loss for words.

“i’m gonna fuck you nice and slow okay? i wanna watch you as im inside you, i wanna take it all in, properly look at you” you nodded without hesitation as he used both hands to painfully slowly drag your dress up further and further up your frame, now completely revealing your tiny thong that barely covered your pussy. you leant up a tiny bit so that he could strip it off you, it was a dress you had to go braless for so you were now laying in front of him in just your panties, big tits fully on display, choker still wrapped around your neck, as he unzipped your boots and kissed up your legs before standing up again.

“i could easily cum just by looking at you” he murmured through gritted teeth, looking slightly pissed off, which really turned you on. he used his pointer finger and thumb to hold your chin as he stared down at you, taking your body all in, revising every detail of your frame. he stepped back briefly and threw his jacket and shirt off, leaving him in just his baggy jeans and trainers. “come undo my belt for me baby, i want you looking up at me whilst your at eye level with my dick”, you smirked in agreement and shuffled to the edge of the bed, loosening his belt and pulling his pants down as he stepped out of them. you could see his insanely large bulge poke through his boxers and were desperate to feel it deep inside you, you licked your lips and looked up at him as you pulled his boxers down, his large piece springing out and smacking you across the cheek, leaving you embarrassed but aroused.

you took this opportunity to take his cock into your hands and kiss across his tip, licking a long straight line from the base to angrily pink tip that was dripping in pre cum. he winced and let out a soft “fuck” as your mouth continued to make contact with his massive hard on, you kept eye contact and held his piece with one hand, wanking it slightly as your sunk your mouth down onto his cock, gagging as you got to the end of it which left him pleased and smirking. you began bobbing up and down on it, heavily spitting so it would be super sloppy and wet to slide right into you right hole.

you continued for a minute so as a let out a string of moans, whimpers and curses, holding the back of your hair and shoving your face deeper around his dick. just as you felt him begin to twitch he quickly pulled out and held your face again, “im not wasting my cum for your mouth i need it to be deep inside you” he ordered, as he pulled your body up and shoved you down by your shoulders against the sheets and the pillows.

he crawled on top of you and began to slowly trace his fingers against the inside of your thighs, some would call it teasing but you were convinced it was torture as you were so desperate for him to just stretch your hole out already. his fingers then made their way to your soaking wet cunt, pushing your thing to the side, your pussy was already so sensitive just from the arousal you got from the kiss and your mouth around his cock. he laughed at the moisture and began to rub his thumb against your clit, driving you insane, you moaned out and lolled your head back, eyes rolling and mouth agape. he rubbed faster and faster until he felt you clench your thighs and scream his name as you came hard on his hand, he pulled it away and licked off the moisture that dampened any of his fingers, tasting your sweet juices.

“just how i imagined you would taste, you’re fucking delicious y/n” he said, not being able to wipe the seductive smile away from his face. he leant in close, giving you a peck on the lips as he began to line his cock up with your wet, pulsing slit. without warning he rammed it into you, you let out a pornographic scream and repeated his name about 10 times as his whole length entered you. “sooo fucking tight i don’t know how im gonna last” he whispered, kissing down your tits and sucking on them as he began to pump in and out of you.

his mouth didn’t leave your hard nipples as he began to fuck hard into you, still slow just as he warmed but deep and intense. when he wasn’t sucking one tit he was playing with the other, cock filling you up completely as you moaned insanely loudly. once he could tell you could take his full length he picked up the speed, dragging one hand to your throat to replace the purpose of your current choker, holding on to your neck roughly as he railed you, both of you whimpering and groaning at the sensation of the deep penetration.

his teeth began to grit again as he let out an “i love you”, you knew he meant it but the way he was saying it was turning you on more than anything in that moment, you moaned a hmmm in response, too overstimulated to properly reply, but he was not satisfied with that response. “tell your daddy you love him baby, fuck tell me”, grip getting even tighter on your neck as he continued to roughly fuck you, cock ramming against your g-spot again and again and again.

“i love you so much daddy” you whined out, “so fucking much and i love how you’re fucking me”, you cried, eyes genuinely watering from how hard he was going and how good it felt. he quickly pulled out, leaving you disappointed and hungry for his cock, however it was only brief as he lifted your legs up on his shoulders so that he could fuck you even harder, which drove your pussy insane.

it didn’t take long before you were screaming “oh fuck i’m gonna cum chris!” with no consideration to anyone stood anywhere near the door of the room you were getting railed in. “yeah you fucking better baby” he replied, “cum with me”. you moaned out a hmmm as your pussy reached its climax and your were shaking on his cock, seconds before he twitched inside your throbbing cunt and let out a long string of cum inside you. riding it out and pumping a couple more times before he left your hole and slumped down to the bed next to you.

he rolled to his side to look at you, connecting his lips with yours yet again, before quickly pulling away, “no leaving this time y/n”, you laughed and wrapped your fingers in the back of his hair, “i won’t leave baby” you whispered, kissing him all over his pretty, pretty face.

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