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veltana · 4 months

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Mafia AU prequels - Reader's break-up

✦ Pairing: Stucky/Fem!Reader, mention of Loki/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1.9k

✦ Rating: Teen

✦ Warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, angst, heartbreak, alcohol consumption, lots of fluff and feels, cuddling, sharing a bed, unrequited love/crush.

✦ Summary: Bucky made it his mission to get you to laugh at least once a day, telling stories about Steve and him growing up, or finding a list of dumb jokes and reading them out loud until you found one funny.

✦ Note: This is a prequel to No one as sweet as you set while they were living together in college, which focuses on their growing relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend. You don't need to read No one as sweet as you to get this but I recommend it. (Also posted on AO3)

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You knew it would hurt when Loki left but you didn’t think it would feel like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. After kissing him goodbye and watching the taxi leave for the airport you collapsed on a nearby bench, unable to move.

The tears had been streaming down your face and you realized you wouldn’t make it home by yourself, so you called Steve and he had dropped everything.

That’s how you find yourself leaning on him, trying to breathe between fits of tears as you walk home. Bucky is waiting inside the door, taking you from Steve to lead you to the couch. You curl up in a ball, trying to lessen the hurt in your chest and Bucky puts his arms around you while you ugly-cry yourself to a headache.

The sun sets at some point.

“Sleep?” Bucky asks into your hair and you nod, not really able to form coherent sentences at the moment.

Steve leads you into his bedroom and gives you a moment of privacy to change into your pajamas that he got from your room. He couldn’t have known that the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in the past week is one that Loki gave you when he noticed how much you liked it.

Through sniffles, you manage to get it over your head and then get the soft shorts on. You open the door, signaling you’re done before crawling onto the bed and collapsing among the sheets.

The exhaustion makes you crash and you don’t even notice when Steve and Bucky have to move you because you somehow managed to lay on everyone's covers.

Morning comes regardless of your broken heart. The first thing you notice is that the sheets smell odd, and then it hits you. It’s not Loki’s smell surrounding you and it makes you start crying once again.

Finding a pillow you hug it to your chest, curling up on the side. Sometime after that, the door opens, and the bed dips behind you. Soft hands caress your hair and down your neck, rubbing your back soothingly. It makes it slightly better, makes you feel less alone in the hell that is your broken heart.

The person behind you lays down, hugging you close to their chest, resting their cheek at the side of your face.

“Hey, Sweets,” Steve whispers. His soft voice and warm embrace calm you down.

Ever since you found out Loki was going back you’ve been trying to keep up a brave face, because you didn’t want your last weeks together to just be filled with sadness. But when you were at home, and Loki wasn’t there you could let your face fall and shoulders sag.

They were always right there beside you, with food, encouraging words, or helping you get through assignments. Bucky made it his mission to get you to laugh at least once a day, telling stories about Steve and him growing up, or finding a list of dumb jokes and reading them out loud until you found one funny.

You kept telling them you were fine but they didn’t buy it, and after a while you accepted the help, the hugs, and the dumb jokes.

"I'm going to need you to eat and drink something," Steve continues to speak softly. "I know you don't want to. But just something, okay?"

You nod into the pillow.

"Okay," you manage and Steve moves before you get up and drag yourself to the kitchen.

Bucky hands you a Nutella sandwich and a cup of coffee as you sit down. You eat with no enthusiasm, knowing that when you're done you can go back to wallowing. They don’t try to talk to you, only sit beside you in silent support. After washing down the food with the last of the coffee you get up with a quiet “Thanks,” and walk straight back to Steve's room.

Even if the bed makes you feel safe and comfortable you can't seem to go back to sleep. You toss and turn and no matter what you do, blessed sleep refuses to retake you.

After a while, you sigh and find your phone. The first thing you see is that Loki posted a picture from London, looking happy and not at all as heartbroken as you. At first, rage boils in your blood but it’s quickly replaced with sadness and the tears start rolling down your face once again.

Now you feel stupid. Looking back, maybe you’d taken the whole thing too seriously, and to him it had been a fling.

You lay there, thinking of revenge and if it would be too unreasonable to fly to London to give him a piece of your mind. Bucky and Steve would go with you if you asked.

Instead, you text Darcy, wondering if she wants to day drink. She responds quickly, asking if you want to come to her place. Apparently, Jane is equally upset with Loki’s brother Thor.

Bucky watches you walk out of Steve’s room and into your own, closing the door behind you. A second later music starts blaring. He scowls and gives Steve a look but the other just shrugs. “She has her way of working through it, just like me and you.”

An hour later you emerge with your hair and make-up fixed. Bucky feels disgusted by himself when his first reaction to you is lust. You’re looking fantastic but your eyes have no spark in them. The shell might be pretty but the soul underneath is suffering. He wishes he had a way to fix it, make you happy again, bring Loki back if that’s what you need. Even if it will make him suffer watching you with someone else he will gladly do it, if that’s what will make your eyes twinkle with life again.

His big fat crush on you has not diminished one bit since coming to the realization a couple of months ago. Instead of telling you he asks, "Where are you off to, Sweets?"

As you grab a bottle of wine off the shelf and put it in your bag.

"Darcy’s," you answer, and a moment later you're out of the apartment, the door shutting behind you.

“But I mean, Steve is nice. Bucky too I suppose, if he ever stops doing the staring thing,” Darcy comments as she pours you another glass of wine. You shrug, there is no denying they’re handsome and you love them as your friends, but you’ve never thought of them as potential boyfriends.

“It never crossed your mind?” she asks and sits down next to Jane.

Another shrug. “Why would it? They’re my best friends.”

“You say that like it’s two opposite things,” she points out. “It’s not.”

“Well, it’s not going to happen, I don’t have those kinds of feelings for them anyway.”

Jane laughs, “I’ve heard that one before!”

“Can we not talk about new potential boyfriends?” you complain. “I’m trying to forget the old one first.”

It's after three when Steve’s phone rings.

"Hello?" he answers, sleep still clouding his brain. Bucky stirs beside him.

When Darcy says, "Can you come and get your roommate?” he is suddenly wide awake and Bucky sits up. “She's had way too much and I'm too weak to even begin to drag her home," Darcy continues. They are up a second later, grabbing discarded clothes and pulling them on while Steve gets the details.

The grass is cool against your overheated flesh. Somewhere above you, there are stars but you can’t see them for the streetlights shining so bright. After drinking at Darcy’s you decided to go to a party and there had been multiple rounds of shots and way too much wine. Now your head is spinning a little too fast but the good news is that your heart stopped aching after round number four of shots.

Suddenly the light is blocked out by a dark figure. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust and you can make out Steve with a frown on his face. Darcy had said he was pretty and you can see that, you guess.

"How are you doing Sweets?" he asks with a light smile when you wave at him.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" you decide to ask.

"Of course, I would!"

He isn't even phased by your question, crouching down to pick you right up.

He’s strong, Bucky is too. Loki couldn’t lift you but Steve manage without a problem to hoist you into his arms and carry you towards the car. Your stupid heart does the last thing you want, a little double beat, but you press that down firmly.

This is all Darcy’s and Jane’s fault. They kept on talking about how good Steve and Bucky would be as boyfriends.

"We would fill your whole room with dirt,” he says.

Bucky is leaning against the car, all tall, dark, and handsome, even though his face is laced with worry. Your heart does another stupid double beat. Clearly what you drank had not been enough if your heart is still able to do that.

Even if it’s in the middle of the night, they’re both here for you. You don't deserve them, you decide.

"Why are we filling her room with dirt?" Bucky asks, confused. Before you can answer Steve does.

"Because we love her."

That makes you giggle in his arms and Bucky shrugs with an, "Okay."

Finally, at home you somehow manage to remove most of your makeup and change clothes, opting for one of Bucky’s old t-shirts instead of the one Loki left you.

When you’re done, you peek into Steve's room where they have already crashed and you bite your lip, not wanting to disturb them. As you turn to leave Bucky says, "Get over here."

This time the smell of the sheets only brings you serenity. It makes the wild thoughts a little calmer and the returning ache a little more manageable.

With the aid of the alcohol, an unbidden thought pops up. The three of you, like this, forever. If they weren’t your best friends, just two guys you met somewhere, could this be a thing? You shake your head, dispersing the thoughts, and when you do, Bucky grunts beside you. His thick arm comes around your waist and it grounds you.

Another morning dawns and with it a vicious hangover. You try to recall what happened last night but the memories end sometime after you arrive at the party.

Somehow you got home, changed, and slept. The bed is empty of course and even if you feel the nausea creeping up your throat, you do feel a little better in the heartbreak department.

After a while, you manage to get up and find Bucky and Steve in the living room. When you plop down Steve’s hand comes to rest at the back of your neck, thumb brushing against your skin.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m not sure,” you answer and tell them about the gaps in your memory. They fill in what they know and then you text Darcy to apologize, before grabbing a blanket.

“What are we watching?” you ask and yawn.

Bucky shrugs. “Some superhero movie.”

Even if you’re hungover the whole day, it’s still great, just the three of you on the couch watching bad movies.

When you retrieve your cover and pillow from Steve’s room later that night you get a weird feeling in your chest, like you want to stay there. But then you dismiss it, taking your things and crawling into your bed.

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kairakeiji · 10 months

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when's that suna series coming back? i loved it so much i need more.

silent, sweet, stolen.

when suna thinks of his relationship with you, that’s all that comes to mind: stolen moments, quick interactions, a secret covertly kept from wandering eyes.

he knows why: his fans (despite only being a high schooler for crying out loud), your rival like nature to the masses (the supposed game), but it mostly still was due to your love for the thrill, the rush of hiding, the adrenaline of affection in secret. suna was mostly game for it too, he’d never turn down a chase or a thrill, especially when you were involved.

“i like them.”

well, that was at least until his best friend voiced out his crush for his partner.

“i like yn.”

“it’s about time you admit it,” osamu scoffs sitting down next to his brother.

“you knew?” atsumu laughs.

“of course i did,” osamu answers. “don’t think i don’t catch you staring at them.”

atsumu’s grin grows wider, almost as if he can’t control it. “yeah, and i think they-”

“are you gonna do anything about it?” suna cuts in.

the twins look at suna across the table, his poker face unknowingly beginning to show cracks.

“i mean,” atsumu laughs, “i might ask them out.”

“you will?” osamu’s eyes go wide.

“you might,” suna mumbles, the chopsticks between his fingers now seconds from snapping.

atsumu runs a hand through his hair, “i have no clue if i should. i mean, do you think they like me?”

“they might,” osamu mumbles. “they’ve turned down a lot of people in the past though.”

“they said they weren’t ready for a relationship,” suna adds. “remember that one time that kid from their math class?”

he remembers it well, the pride from you saying no, the way you both snuck up to the roof when no one was looking, the way you kissed him to reassure him before he-

suna blinks, he’s getting off track.

“but what if they are?” osamu tries. “and what if they’re ready for one with atsumu?” he jokes nudging his brother.

“you’re being oddly supportive,” atsumu mumbles.

“well they haven’t dated anyone in awhile, and neither have you,” osamu explains. “i see how you both interact, and besides, there’s no harm in trying.”

a grin appears on atsumu’s face, “you’re right. i think i’ll at least try.”

and suna’s stomach twists.

“try what?”

you stand over suna with a grin on your face as the boys turn to you.

“nothing,” atsumu quickly replies.

your eyes narrow, grin growing wider as you sit down next to suna, “what were you talking about?”

“nothing,” osamu waves off. “how was your class?”

“stupid,” you answer dully before turning to his twin, “what are you trying?”

there’s a slight blush on his face, “it’s really nothing, i’ll tell you later.”

“you better,” you grin.

and suna does a mental facepalm.

“after school then,” atsumu nods.

“sure,” you answer.

and his stomach twists even tighter.

“atsumu,” suna cuts in.

“what’s up?”

“i have something i need to tell you.”

and that gets the attention of the entire table.

“woah,” atsumu’s eyes widen slightly. “you’re never this serious.”

“is it important?” osamu questions.

and suna looks toward you.

“it is.”

your eyes widen as his eyes plead with you.

and you get his question instantly. “are you sure?” you whisper.

“i need to,” he almost begs. “you win, you won.”

“i win,” you mumble.

“you’ll continue to win until the very end if you please, i’ll give up for you any time,” suna confesses. “i just want this game to end.”

“rin,” you sigh.

“we’ll play a billion more,” he tells you, bringing a grin to your face. “just let me lose this one.”

and you nod, “okay,” before turning to the twins now with knit brows and tilted heads. “we have something to tell you.”

“what is it?” atsumu answers almost softly.

suna lets out a breath.

“we’re together.”

kairakeiji renaissance eraa: i'm still a bit rusty lol but i hope you all liked this hehe

thanks so much for reading!! reblogs/interactions are incredibly appreciated <33

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #hq #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #suna #writing.txt #suna x you

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 7 months

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OFMD S2 EP 4-5: Izzy Hands (from a S1 Izzy fan)

I'll admit. I teared up at the Izzy shit in ep 1-3. Not a full-blown cry. But close. I was stressed, and tired, and hurt more than anything. I only cried in my car driving home. It hit, but it was more prolonged.

Do you know what got me crying? Izzy opened that letter, revealing 'For The New Unicorn'. He looks up and smiles. I went from 0-100 dry eyes to crying in seconds. I had to rewatch it because HELL.

The entire episode, hell, debatably from (S1ep4) we see Izzy go through it. Socially isolated and losing his identity. Leading up to S2ep4. Drunk and sad and heartbroken. He tries his best to stay afloat without a lifejacket as his self crumbles around him. He doesn't care anymore. He thinks his life is over. He lashes out because there's no one there to help him.

BUT THEN THE LEG. He cried and I cried during both scenes.

BECAUSE HE IS CARED ABOUT AND HE CAN HEAL!

GOD, and the way that leads into EPISODE 5. Izzy slicked his hair back and regaining some of his own personal identity. Izzy genuinely bantering with Stede, and gently helping him to be a better Captain. The way he desperately asks Stede if Ed said anything else nice about him? Showing that. Yeah, he's not all the way there yet, but he's working on it. The training scene where Izzy just looks on in fascinated horror at Stede's skills? THE LITTE OKAY HANDSIGNAL AT THE END WHEN STEDE USED HIS GRUFF VOICE? He smiles, and jokes, and TRIES. Izzy is pissed, obviously, but he's getting there.

He is kind and caring, all WHILE STILL BEING A PRICK? Him being a total nerd during the curse monologue? Izzy mutters 'rude' and pointedly crosses his legs as Stede ruins the vibe. I laughed harder at Izzy sitting at that desk than I did at most of the jokes in the show. THAT'S MY FUCKING BASTARD!! I'm so happy I saw a character and have been rewarded by showing, yes. He is kind, and trying, but he needs to learn to let himself become new.

I fucking love him. I can tell from the teaser that Izzy is just going to grow closer with the crew (and with himself) and I can't wait. (Even if it means his imminent capture, whoops).

I do think they'll do something with Izzy/Lucius, at least a single happy (Izzy no longer holding himself back from wanting) consensual kiss or genuine discussion about life(post-wedding) to show their growth as characters because I had to pause with the cig and shark interaction. Jesus Christ. I didn't really ship it before, but they are so snarky and it's great.

I'm a bit sad as Izzy's current arc likely means he might not get the big 'fuck you' moment of anger to Ed that Lucius got. Mainly because Con would make me cry, but If Izzy is genuinely just shoving this shit down, ignoring the years that Ed ignored his existence, then...idk.

They purposefully gave Izzy and Ed no scenes and thank god we get a TINY break. Because Ed will try to patch things up, and I don't think it works like that with Izzy. He needs proof that Ed is trying. Add to that Ed ACTUALLY saying sorry to him, and not expecting Izzy to immediately accept it(my theory as to why Lucius pointed it out: Ed will ACTUALLY say sorry to Izzy and mean it. This will heal something for Izzy, and hell). I can't wait for Ed to come back and see him. See him for who he is, a silly prick who is loyal to a fault, who is loved.

This is likely the happiest two episodes we'll get, and fuck, I loved them both SO MUCH. After a rewatch I'll write about the crew. Ed/Stede is actually working for me as we watch them both learn, and Fuck, Lucius/Pete...my darlings.

NOW FOR THE TEASER:

THE IDEA OF SEEING CON IN DRAG AGAIN MAKES ME SO HAPPY! Especially what it means for Izzy. Izzy lets his hair down and has fun with Wee John as he explores what actually makes him happy. Hell, him opening up to being a bit of a masochist as a joke while tied up is...actually my favorite thing (while obvious, given his propensity to put Ed before him in all matters, Izzy casually mentioning 'I like to be roughed a bit up' in front of the crew is the type of openness about himself that I crave). Izzy "cocksuckers" Hands letting himself joke about SEX-GAY SEX(probably)- Kill me now.

(To clarify: I don't think he or Ed ever got off to the abuse, hell, we see Ed flinch away when Anne/Mary do it. That's not the face of someone who knows what that's like as the Sadist).

I just love the way Izzy has so obviously relaxed into a person that he'd never let exist. Hell. I hope Izzy gets to rub this happier version of himself RIGHT in Edward's sad face. I need a 'he was never like this with me' moment of Ed watching Izzy SMILE to parallel Izzy's jealousy in S1.

Con obviously loves this character, you can see it in the performance. He fills the role perfectly, from his ups to his downs. Con smiles and hell, that's not Con, that's Izzy fucking Hands. Striding along proudly pretending his world isn't changing, because it is, and he is healing and I LOVE IT.

I am so proud of our growing Izzy loving community. For some, we've been through a lot of shit. Probably in life, and hell, maybe even in this fandom. Even if you haven't been harassed, you loved Izzy, you saw yourself in him, and I hope you felt the show giving us a big fucking hug.

We grow, we recover, and hell. We get a happy fucking ending (with a few yet-to-be-seen bumps in the road).

#izzy hands #if someone can do a meta breaking down how Izzy's drunk words to the Unicorn equate to his journey I'll be thankful #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 ep 4 #ofmd s2 ep 5 #con o'neill #ofmd s2 spoilers #Our Rare Unicorn

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hey-kae · 2 years

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Home is Perfect Starts

Part one of the “Home is…” series.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!female reader

Request: read here

Warnings: language, sexual jokes, some smut.

a/n: okay so the request was for one imagine but this has turned into a series because there are so many scenes i wanna include what would have left us with a fic of 20k+ words so i decided to divide it. Really hoping the person who requested this doesn’t mind.

Just a year ago, you would've never imagined that life would somehow lead you to move to Monaco with the person you were quite sure you'd spend the rest of your life with, both of you looking with so much optimism towards a future that seemed so bright and perfect, slowly building a life together that you two knew you'd pick over anything and everything at any given space and time.

Around two years ago, you were sat unassumingly under the hot stage lights of yet another interview studio, the interviewer across from you asking prying questions and giving you curious looks like she was desperate for you to spill everything you have ever kept a secret about your life into the little microphone clipped onto your shirt. In reality, she wouldn't have exactly minded you giving her exclusive details about the private matters you kept to yourself but she was also aware that such occurrence was practically impossible, not with the intensive media training you had undergone, not with your manager backstage, not with your instance that your private life would always stay private no matter how much you fame might grow. However, her knowing all that didn't really mean that she wouldn't try to throw in the bait and hope for a scoop or some grand story she'd get to take credit for.

The loud cheers of the small crowd as the show resumed airing had alerted you back to reality, the host almost immediately announcing the start of "the fan favorite part of the show, a quick game of Would You Rather."

Fast forward a few questions that seemed eerily safe, you had been met with the one question that had gotten a laugh out of the audience.

"Would you rather skip a relative's wedding or miss a Formula 1 Grand Prix?" The interviewer had asked with a cheeky smile that had perfectly showed that she already knew the story.

"Oh God..." you had kept a smile but looked away for a second, a blush spreading over your cheeks in memory of that day, "How did you find out about this?" A perfectly timed chuckle had escaped your lips as you pushed your hair over your shoulders elegantly.

"We have our ways."

"Oh, quite mysterious!" You laughed a bit, "Alright, alright. Here's the full story but before anyone decides to judge, l ended up not missing any of the two, by the way! This was a few years ago so i was considerably young but... yeah, there was a race on the same day as a family member's wedding. It was a championship decider basically and i really wanted to see who would end up winning so i tried sweet talking my parents out of taking me to the wedding, even tried playing sick but it didn't work out. So, after a big argument with my mom, i ended up going but i'm a girl who has her priorities set straight so naturally, i stayed glued to my phone all the ceremony, what got me a lot of disapproving glares, not gonna lie. And i remember it so clearly, but my favorite driver ended up crashing out during the vows so -god, this is embarrassing- i was literally crying and everyone around me thought i had gotten emotional over what the bride was saying when, obviously, that wasn't the case." You had finished the story with an embarrassed nod and pursed lips.

The following question was one you had cautiously answered.

"Do we get to know your favorite team?"

"Well, everybody's a Ferrari fan. Right?" You quoted Sebastian Vettel with a smug smile since you knew only F1 fans would catch the reference.

How that little statement and a few unconvered pictures of younger you watching races, all decked out in Ferrari merchandise, ended up with you being invited to the Ferrari hospitality at the Italian Grand Prix, your name on the pass hanging around your neck being "Charles Leclerc guest 3" was something you still couldn't wrap your head around.

When your manager had informed you of the invite, you wouldn't have ever assumed that you were invited by the driver himself, not the team so naturally, seeing his name on the pass was a shock, especially given the fact that the two of you had never interacted in the past aside from the follows you had exchanged on instagram after that interview.

During that race weekend, the tension between the two of you had debuted. You had ended up with him in a flaming red Ferrari, helmet on and filming a hot laps video around the track.

You were a bit shy by nature, especially around people you were undeniably attracted to and while locked into the car with you, Charles was quick to take notice of that. It had boosted his ego and therefore his confidence, encouraging him to push the car to its utmost limits, drifting it through the corners and letting the tires screech as they struggled against the black asphalt.

However, the precise moment where the two of you figured there might be something more to the instant connection you had formed was when he noticed how unaffected by the speed you were, cheering him on as he drove instead of freaking out like he had seen in the hot laps videos he had binge watched to know what to expect.

"Oh, come on! I have to find a way to get some screams out of you!" The monégasque spoke before thinking, stepping harder onto the gas pedal as the car shot down a straight, only to realize the double meaning of his words when he saw you struggling to hold in your laughter, your cheeks blushing a deep shade of red before finally allowing yourself to laugh, deeming your attempt to neutralize your reaction as a failure.

Charles absolutely loved your reaction to the dirtier side of his words. Something about the sound of your laugh had caged in his heart, leaving him to grin at you like he could see the future. Likewise, something about the way he had looked at you while you laughed, his eyes glistening in the sun told you he'd be someone special in your life.

While he was still grinning, he worked some buttons on his steering wheel then he drove the car in donuts as you giggled, genuinely enjoying the experience, loving the speed and the smell and sound of the tires.

To your surprise, Charles' comment about getting you to scream wasn't cut out of the video. In fact, it became the star of it. It was actually the spark that ignited the fire between the two of you, especially when that little interaction, more specifically your reactions to it caused fans to ship the two of you.

After that day, you had contacted Charles to thank him for the invite and the experience and that ended up in a meetup then another then another and soon enough the meetups turned into dates then secret getaways. Barely any additional time passed before you found yourself calling Charles Leclerc your boyfriend.

Almost instantly, you started getting spotted sneaking around with him wether it was around paddocks, backstage at your shows, around Monaco or from your tourbus. The first video that went viral and made it harder to play off the rumors was one of Charles in a VIP box at your concert, singing along to practically every song, assuming people hadn't spotted him. The relationship became impossible to hide so, naturally, you went public with a video of him visiting you on tour, playing the piano backstage at one of the arenas to help you rehearse a song. The short clip quickly became a fan favorite to yours and Charles' relief.

The special and wholesome nature of your relationship left you so scared that your schedules would ruin it for the two of you at some point. You loved each other to death. You texted and called and facetimed each other endlessly but it was undeniable that it wasn't exactly normal for a couple to see each other less than once per month sometimes.

Eventually, it became an issue.

Eventually, both of you started realizing that the relationship was being built on texting, calls and facetimes. Not an ideal base in any way.

Eventually, you found yourself locked up in your tourbus, on a video call with Charles who was alone in his driver's room after a qualifying session that hadn't gone exactly well, the both of you choked up with the fear that the rough patch might just be the end of everything.

"It doesn't feel like a relationship anymore." He had said, his eyes dazed as he bit onto his lips from the anxiety the conversation was giving him.

"I know." You had answered with defeat, your eyes tearing up while imagining where this could go.

It terrified you when silence took over after the small sentence.

"I don't want to break up." Charles' voice was shaking as he said that.

"Me neither." The reply was instinctive.

There was close to nothing you wouldn't do to save the relationship.

Charles looked relieved, the next words leaving his mouth with so much ease, it made it obvious he's thought about them before, "We should move in together."

He had studied your reaction to his words so intensely, fearing that he was asking for too much.

"I would love it if you moved in with me. Actually, i want a fresh start with you, a new place that would be just ours, our own little world, an escape from everything. Monaco doesn't even feel like home anymore, the apartment doesn't feel like home anymore. There's always something missing and I'm pretty sure it's you... and i know it won't solve everything but at least we'll get to come home to each other, spend our breaks by each other's side instead of wasting days trying to decide who is flying to who or where to meet up. I just want to wake up next to you, see your stuff next to mine, fall asleep with you sleeping on my chest. I want to hear your presence nearby so life doesn't feel so lonely anymore."

You had stared at the screen for a long time, imagining every word he had said.

The house you owned was already far from your friends and family so moving a bit further wouldn't change a thing. Plus, you loved Monaco and could see yourself living there, especially if Charles was involved in those plans.

It barely took any further thoughts for you to nod with a smile, Charles leaning backwards in his seat in relief.

That weekend, Charles took the track and you took the stage with so much energy and positivity, everyone you both worked with had noticed it.

—

That is how you ended up watching an extremely confused Charles from your seat on the countertop as he tried to figure out the correct ingredients for a cake, a swipe of flour covering his cheek, a frown on his face and a bandana pushing back his hair.

After an extensive apartment-hunting week in Monaco, the two of you finally found a place to call home, a shared apartment that would be your shelter from the your hectic lives outside. It was perfect, overlooking the harbor, cozy but elegant and perfectly suited for both your tastes.

"Charles, let me help you." You suggested for the third time, a smile on your lips as you took in how adorably cute your boyfriend currently looked, an extremely confused expression furrowing his brows.

"No, baby. You already did the pizza dough." He nodded towards the oven where the pizza was being baked, "I want to make you something myself, a small welcome to Monaco, you know?" He grinned up at you, looking away from his phone where he was googling easy cake recipes.

Sighing in defeat, you relaxed against the wall behind you and preoccupied yourself with admiring Charles while he moved, more like fidgeted, around your shared kitchen.

After the long day of cleaning, unpacking, organizing and reorganizing, it was finally starting to sink in that this is your home with the person you wanted to spend all your days with, the same person that you had been barely able to see for the whole year the two of you had been dating. Now, in a very contrasting turn of events, you got to call him home.

Smiling at the thought, you exhaled out loud in content.

"What is it?" Charles glanced at you, smiling himself when he saw how much you looked at peace.

"Fuck...we actually live together, Charles." It came out as a chuckle that made him grin widely at you.

"Doesn't feel real yet."

You hopped off the counter and crossed the kitchen towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist while he was still facing the other way.

"It doesn't feel real but it definitely feels perfect."

Charles smiled at your statement, pulling you around and caging you between his body and the counter, a mindless smile still on his face as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a messy, playful kiss.

This was all new. Sure, you've been dating for a while but you never got the opportunity to kiss just because you felt like it, nor playfully and casually since your time together was always brief, always limited, making the kisses either heated or rushed but now, his lips were moving against yours so softly, almost delicately, his tongue lightly grazing against yours as you discovered new sides of each other.

His hands moved up, one resting gently on your neck as the other caressed your cheek just as you felt him smile into the kiss.

"Welcome home, baby." He pulled back and grinned at you, his dimples on full display and his eyes sparkling as if your heart needed more reasons to race. It was at times like this when you realized how much you loved him, at times when he felt so surreal but so yours.

You smiled at him and rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers tracing small patterns on the fabric of his shirt as he stared down at you with an adorable expression on his face, the small smile never falling off his face as he rubbed his hand on your back, feeling you relax into his touch.

"You're gonna let me help you with the cake so we can... do other things?" The question was delivered along with a soft kiss onto his neck then another one under his ear, "Or, you could welcome me with something other than a cake." You put as much distance between the two of you as was possible in this position so you could eye his reaction.

Charles was looking at you with raised eyebrows, amused eyes and a slightly tilted head.

"No, baby. Trust me, you're getting that kind of welcome and okay, maybe we can forget the cake but we're going to eat," he lifted you to sit on the counter, pushing himself between you legs, his lips immediately finding your slightly exposed shoulder, "because i'm done rushing."

Charles brushed your hair behind your ears, his eyes locking with yours for a second before he kissed you again, slow and determined like he was proving a point.

"I'm taking my time with you tonight, baby."

With that final statement and a peck to your neck, he walked away, grabbing the oven mittens to check on the food, only looking back at you for a second to give you one of his signature winks along with a smirk.

"Fuck, Charles... the food won't run away." You complained and received a declining sound from Charles as he took out the pizza, placed it on the counter and began cutting it.

To be fair, the food looked really good.

"Fine." You groaned and headed to the cupboards that had the plates and grabbed two, placing them neatly on the table in the dining room before going back to grab knives and forks, crossing Charles who was carrying the tray of food to the table.

After some minor last touches, the two of you sat to eat, genuinely happy in the simplicity of each other's company in a place that actually felt yours.

Charles seemed to be really excited about just having you by his side as he does things as simple as eating dinner. He was trying hard to balance eating and talking as he rushed stories of his childhood memories in this city that now you too called home.

"It's tiny, i know, but you'll love it here. I promise." He beamed at you as he ate his last bite, brushing his hands together to shake the flour remainings off.

"I know, i love it here already. You -i don't know how to say it- You're just so much happier, i guess, when you're in Monte Carlo. That alone is enough for me to love it." You replied as you too finished eating, catching Charles looking at you in a way that never failed to make you blush.

Following that, you headed back to the kitchen to rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground and walking off to the bedroom with you hoisted over his shoulder.

"Charles, i can walk, you know?"

"Well, not for long."

"Charles!" You squealed as he put you down on the bed and climbed on top of you, giggling and tickling your sides.

"We finally live together." He reminded you with so much excitement as he kissed your face, the both of you chuckling until his lips found yours, effectively changing the whole vibe, the kiss being hungry and needy this time.

"I love you so much." You breathed out the words as things escalated, Charles now fiddling with the back of your bra to get it off while his other hand toyed with your clit and his mouth sucked a hickey onto your neck.

"I love you too, so much." He said the words back just as he felt you grind down on his hand, wanting more.

"Just one second, baby." He assured you, kissing your forehead before tossing away the bra and making sure your panties quickly followed it before his head was between your thighs, his tongue working its magic on your clit. He had you arching your back within less than a minute, you hands moving down to tangle themselves in his hair only to find the material of his bandana slightly limiting the easy access. You mindlessly got rid of it, allowing your fingers to comfortably disappear between his locks as his hand held your other one tightly.

He made you cum multiple times with his fingers and mouth all while giving you small encouraging remarks until you were begging him to just fuck you, and he did.

"Your wishes are my command, angel." He had said before he slipped inside of you, making love to you soft and slow, his body as connected to yours as was possible, his lips never breaking contact with yours, muffling both of your moans while your arms remained wrapped around him, needing to feel him close to you, his skin against yours in such vulnerable moments.

Soon enough, your body shuddered beneath his and you let go, feeling the pressure exploding in your veins, Charles' release quickly following yours.

"Fuck, living with you might be the best thing to ever happen to me." He had said from beside you, still panting after his orgasm, his body glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed and his lips plump from all the kissing. His arm was stretched out under your head, pulling you to him as you chuckled from his revelation.

"I always knew you were dating me for the sex, Leclerc." You had attempted to joke but Charles took it a bit seriously.

"Ah, tais toi!" Oh, shut up! He pulled you closer so your head was laying on his chest, his hand softly moving around the small of your back, "You know you're so much more than that, right? I mean, you have got to know because, quite honestly, the times we had sex in the past year can literally be counted and that wouldn't make sense but it's not even that. I love you so much, baby. Like, i don't know, i can't even really explain it but... but, yeah, i love you for so many things that are way more meaningful than sex." He went on a rant, wanting to prove you wrong.

"Baby, relax! I was only joking." You giggled, looking up at him, switching positions so you were laying on your stomach, half of your body on top of his as you reached up and cupped his face, moving your thumb softly along his cheek. Charles instinctively leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.

"Still... i don't like hearing you say that."

You nodded and gave him a soft kiss on the chest then dismissed the subject, getting up and putting on your underwear back on along with his shirt, causing him to grin like a lovesick teenager.

You smiled back at him and grabbed his arm to try to pull him out of bed.

"C'mon. We're gonna do some skin care." You proposed but his reaction contradicted yours as he groaned in complaint.

"Please..." you whined, grasping his hands tighter and pouting.

"Oh, no. Don't give me that face!"

"Charles, s'il te plais." please. You brought out one of the very few french expressions you knew, making him raise his eyebrows and giggle before his hand rubbed over his face.

His body relaxed and he allowed you to pull him up into a standing position, the french trick working like always. It reminded you that you needed to try learning the language again.

"Merci, baby." You smiled at him as he put on some boxers, fake glaring up at you through his lashes from his hunched position as you made your way to the bathroom but, as you expected, he was quick to follow you.

Charles watched as you laid out the various products you used usually before pulling out two headbands and turning to face him, moving closer to his body to push the hair out of his face with one.

His hands instantly moved to your waist as you put the headband on him while not-so-subtly admiring his features with a smile.

"How the hell are you so beautiful?" You chuckled, your hands resting on his bare chest while you continued studying his face.

The slight blush that painted his cheeks was unmissable, his eyes disappearing as he giggled, his dimples showing even as he tilted his head forward.

He pulled you closer, hugging you closer as his heart raced and you felt it against your skin. The fact that you had that effect in him was something you truly cherished.

"Have you seen yourself, baby? You're the most beautiful person I've seen." His fingers lifted your chin up and he pecked your lips, then your cheeks and forehead and before you knew it he was peppering small kisses all over your face.

"I love you." Charles said.

"I love you too, angel." You replied, your hands cupping his face for a moment, you body electrocuted with the love that was coursing through it.

With one final peck to the lips, he let go of you and you reached for your own headband, putting it on after tying your hair into a messy bun to get it out of your face.

"First, cleanser 'cause we don't have makeup on." You informed Charles as you grabbed the bottle.

He frowned and reached for a brightly colored jar, bringing it up to his line of sight to read the label.

"Can we use this? It looks fun."

"Yeah, sure, but this is a moisturizer so, at the end." You smiled at him as you foamed up the cleanser between your hands before gesturing for your boyfriend to come closer so you could put the product on his face.

Charles pushed out his head towards you, closing his eyes and pursing his lips so you could rub the cleanser onto his skin.

"Baby, you can talk and open your eyes, you know?" You chuckle and he peaked one eyes open to look at you.

"I don't want my eyes to burn." He complained.

"Oh, i'm sure you'll be fine, angel." You amusingly said then pecked his lips before starting to cleanse your own skin while he stood awkwardly with his eyes still closed and you watched him in the mirror.

"Baby, you look ridiculous." You laughed and Charles groaned.

"Can i wash it off?"

"Yes, of course! It's not a mask or anything."

Sighing in exaggerated relief, Charles grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and splashed water on his face, a couple droplets hitting you as he did so. You followed in his footsteps and washed the cleanser off.

"Now, this!" You grabbed one of your favorite mask. It did an amazing job soothing your skin and since it usually felt really nice and cool against your face, you knew Charles would like it.

"Wait, it's kind of cold." He proved you right as you applied it onto his face, his hand reaching up to swipe some off his face. You pushed his hand away and told him to leave it alone before you put on some yourself.

"We wait 15 minutes now."

You could practically see the idea spark in Charles' mind.

"I'll be back in a second." He walked out of the bathroom, disappearing out of your sight within seconds.

In the time he was gone, you grabbed your phone, checked for any texts and snapped a selfie in the mirror, intending to share it on your story. It was only then that you noticed the purple mark on your neck, making you blush like a teenager.

You saved the picture instead and went to search for your boyfriend when he appeared in the doorframe, carrying a bowl and his phone.

"I brought cucumbers!" He beamed, crunching on a slice as he spoke, "Now, we can look like we are at the spa."

Highly amused by this, you threw in a joke that you already knew was lame.

"Spa?" You made a driving motion with your hands, smiling as you spoke.

Charles narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, "Oh, come on! You know what i mean."

"Oui, i know what you mean." You grabbed a piece of cucumber and ate it, then another piece that you put on one of Charles' eyes.

"No, wait. I wanna put some music first." He grabbed your hand to stop you, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his music before clicking on a song and letting it play softly as he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and covered his eyes with some cucumbers.

Smiling at the sight, you took a quick, discreet picture of him before you sat by the sink and mirrored his actions, loving that the picture was basically unsharable since he was in just his boxers, making it only yours to see.

While waiting for the time to be up, the two of you chatted about really random things, laughing so much that the cucumbers fell off a bunch of time until the both of you gave up on them. Instead, you had a small, silly photoshoot in the mirror than ended up with one of your favorite pictures of the two of you. Charles had one brow arched and was pouting his lips as he stood behind you while you were giggling at something he had said seconds earlier. It was a picture that would be kept between you and him only due to the choice of clothing, or lack of it thereof, and the painfully obvious mark on your neck.

Then, as his music shuffled, one of your songs came on. You rushed to skip it, groaning in a bit of annoyance but Charles pulled his phone away from you, telling you he loved that song, what left you inevitably enduring the awkwardness of listening to your own voice blasting out of your boyfriend's phone speakers. On the bright side, you got to witness Charles singing along to one of your songs what you found utterly adorable.

"You know, this was nice!" Charles admitted after he washed off the mask a few minutes later. You gave him an "i told you so" look as you patted your own face dry and grabbed the moisturizer that impressed him earlier.

You motioned for him to sit again and stood between his legs when he did, feeling his hands on the back of you thighs as you opened the jar and took a bit of product out, softly massaging it onto the entirety of his face, making sure not to miss any spots. He was smiling up at your the whole time, his eyes shining with all the love he had for you as he watched.

"Done!"

He grinned at you and admired as you moisturized your own skin.

"It feels like, it's really smooth." He gushed, touching his face repeatedly.

You laughed at that, "You were literally complaining just about half an hour ago."

He shrugged, waited for you to finish putting away the products before he pulled you to bed, slipping underneath the sheets with you pulled close to his chest. How could he not hold you so close when he's been dreaming of this for so long?

"Today was a bit tiring." He said, rubbing his eyes as he felt the sleepiness coming close to overpowering him.

"It was." You wrapped your arm around his waist, feeling so safe and serene with him so close, "But it was so worth it. Now i get to come home to you." A smile shone on you face as you looked up at him, finding that his gaze was already glued onto you.

"I love it so much, baby. You don't even know." His last word was interrupted by a yawn, "I love it so much that this is our bed, that you are actually here, not just an image on facetime while you talk from a completely different place. I love it so much that we don't have to calculate time zones as frequently as before, because let's be honest, that is kind of inevitable, and that you aren't a seven hour flight away from me." He lazily spoke, his arms tight around your body, one of his hands sliding down to move your leg so it was draping over his while you faced him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

"I love sleeping next to you too, angel. And I'm so thankful for you and for this. I don't think there is any greater comfort than sharing a home with you Charles. I don't know what i did to deserve you, to deserve so much happiness and love but I'll forever be grateful that you're the person i fell for."

With that, you hugged each other tightly and fell asleep in the safety of each other's arms, under a roof that you shared, not knowing what tomorrow would bring but still looking forward to it.

It was all so perfect.

#charles leclerc imagines #f1 x reader #f1 oneshots #f1 imagines #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc oneshots #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x you #charles leclerc smut

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secretsofafangirll · 3 months

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i can tell that we are going to be friends

pairing: fem!oc x matthew sturniolo

summary: allison parker has been friends with the sturniolos for years but the first one she met was matt. going all the way back to third grade, how close can the foursome get while a couple grows amidst them?

warnings: none! just fluff

As the four were perched on Mary Lou's couch, Nick Screen Shared his Snapchat memories from high school and, oh my, how the times have changed.

Allison watched as a video of herself, Chris and Nick running through the empty aisles of Star Market played on the screen. The sound of heavy feet and innocent teenage giggles echoes through the living room.

"Chris! Chris! Stop, there are people coming!" Allison sounded from the video. Her voice was much higher pitched and somewhat happier. She smiled at the sound and the sight. Baby nick with his side swoop and Chris' infamous long hair. Matt wasn't in the video as he was at the service desk but he remembered the day so vividly. He remembers wishing that he could be out there with them, especially Allison.

"It's wild how long we've been friends, now that I think about it," Chris piped up from the other side of the couch.

"Since second grade," Allison replied turning her attention to the nonchalant man and raising her eyebrows. His eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

"Second grade? I really didn't think it was long ago that we met," he spoke, shocked.

"Well, I remember it," Nick butted in, "At least you have one real friend here."

"Hey! I was the first one she met. If it weren't for me, you guys wouldn't know her," Matt finally gave his two cents.

Thirteen Years Ago:

Allison held her place under the tree with her Magic Tree House book in hand. The warmth of the sun felt nice, but with a buffer of the leaves and branches, it was perfect. Just next to her, three boys who were in the other class, threw a football and, not so gently, tackled one another to the ground. She remembered those boys. How could you forget them? They looked identical.

As she sat there unbothered, her peace was interrupted by a flying brown oval flying straight at her face. For just a split second she remembered seeing the pointy end of the football before it slammed into her nose.

The book fell from her hands and they reached for her nose. She felt the warm liquid pouring from the cavity and the warm tears that involuntarily fell from her eyes. The three boys covered their mouths before sprinting over to see if she was okay.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! We really didn't mean to!" One of them cried as he knelt down next to her. The other two stood awkwardly behind him, unsure of how to approach the situation. "Do you need and ice pack?"

"Uhm," her voice wavered and she released her hands from her nose. The boys eyes widened and he reached for her hands, "Yes please, and a towel." Her voice wobbled in unison with her chin and bottom lip. She was trying so hard not to cry in front of the boy.

He helped her up from the ground and held her wrist, "You guys stay here. You don't need to get in trouble for my bad throw." And they both started for the nurses office, "I'm really sorry. I just wasn't holding the ball right. I've never been the best at football."

"It's okay, I know it was an accident." She replied, her voice thick and unsteady, as were her hands and legs, "Which one are you again?"

"I'm Matt. It's okay to cry, ya' know?" he recognized, "I don't care. I know it had to have hurt pretty bad."

Upon his approval, a tear dropped from her eye. And then another until a steady stream of tears were falling from her eyes. Soon enough, he was opening the door of the office and ushering her inside.

Present Day:

"Yeah, but you almost broke my nose," she joked with the boy, smiling at him from her spot next to him.

"You know how many times I apologized!" He defended, bringing his arms up in defense.

"I know, I'm just teasing you." She laughed.

"Damn, Matt you really did suck at football," Chris teased, poking fun at the twenty year old.

"Okay, motherfucker, but if it weren't for my lack of football skills, you wouldn't have met your best friend," Matt smiles and tilts his head at Chris.

"Bro, we all know you're her favorite," Chris rolls his eyes and returns to his phone.

"Hey! What about me!" Nick launches from the couch.

"Dude, mom's been planning their wedding since, like, eighth grade," Chris points at Mary Lou, Matt, and me and one swift motion.

"We're right here," I pipe up and point and myself and Matt in one swift motion as well.

"Don't act like you aren't in love with each other,"

My cheeks blush and my face heats. I look down at my hands and start impulsively cracking my knuckles until it hurts. Silence washes over the room and I scoot an inch away from Matt. Maybe I have been in love with him since second grade, but I never planned for him know. I had zero expectations. How could someone as beautiful as Matt love someone so ordinary like me?

"Okay..." Nick drawls out and starts playing another video in the T.V. From beside me. Matt reaches for my soon to be aching hand and pulls it away from the other. He squeezes my hand three times and places it between our legs. He grabs my right hand with his right hands from across his lap and wraps the other one around my shoulder and pulls me closer into his side. He leans down to place a kiss on my head and whispers,

"It's okay, Allie. We'll figure it out."

a/n: oh my god!!! this was my first little mini story. this will just be a one shot. sorry for the length. i just wanted to put something out. let me know what you guys think. i have a series planned but i'll probably put out some more one shots first.

all the love, she ☆

#sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #fluff #sweet #lover boy #lover girl #childhood best friends to lovers #lovers #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #Spotify

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otaku-bell-livemotto · 1 year

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Steve drove for a while after ditching Tommy and Carol.

He should have realized saying that shit about Nancy and Jonathan wasn't okay. He shouldn't have let his anger get the best of him. He acted like his dad and the more Steve thought about it, the more obvious it was that Tommy and Carol had always encouraged him to behave like that. They constantly were egging him on, making him angrier and angrier until he lashed out.

He didn't want to lash out. He didn't want his so-called friends to encourage that shit. He used to be kinder, gentle. He used to be more like his mom.

It was that thought that made Steve pull over. He couldn't really see the road anymore, his vision completely blurred both by tears and the shiner Jonathan gave him. Steve couldn't remember the last time he cried like this; tears streaming down his cheeks, snot dripping from his nose, his breath growing quicker and more panicked. He felt like he was drowning.

Then someone knocked on his window and scared the shit out of him.

He turned his head to look at the intruder, hastily wiping the tears from his eyes only to wince when he accidentally touched his bruised face. It was some girl he vaguely recognized. They probably went to school together. He thought she might be in band, but he had no way of knowing unless he actually asked her. Then again, that might make the fact that she was an apparent witness to his emotional breakdown even worse. God, he did not need rumors of "Crybaby Steve" circulating the school, especially after his fallout with Tommy and Carol. Desperately trying to calm his breathing, with varying degrees of success, Steve rolled his window down.

"Can I-- Can I help you?"

His voice cracking nearly sent him spiraling again, tears welling up once more.

"Is there a reason you picked my front lawn to shatter to pieces or am I just that lucky?"

He couldn't tell if it was the bluntness of her words, the deadpan delivery, or just the fact that she had the audacity to joke about the whole thing. Whatever it was, Steve burst out laughing. He sounded hysterical to his own ears, but it was a hell of a lot better than crying. He tried to reign himself in when she started looking nervous, but he could only taper his cackling down into breathy giggles.

"S-sorry. I don't know why-y I'm l-laughing."

The girl snorted at him, shaking her head in exasperation that seemed both irritated and fond.

"That's fine. We'll start with something easy. Why are you on my lawn?"

Steve glanced away from her and out the window and, sure enough, his car was halfway on her lawn. He turned back to her, sheepish.

"I, uh, I couldn't see the road. Sorry."

She blinked for a few moments, her expression betraying nothing on how she was feeling. There were a few instances where she looked like she was going to say something and decided against it. To say the least, her silence made Steve increasingly nervous.

"Do you want to sit on the grass for a bit?"

She seemed hesitant to make such an offer, but he could tell it was genuine nonetheless.

"Yeah."

So they sat on her lawn.

They sat on her lawn for hours. Talking, tearing up bits of grass and throwing them at each other, just simply existing in the moment. It was the most calm Steve had felt since he started high school.

"I'm worried that I went too far. That it won't matter if I apologize to them or not."

"It doesn't matter if they forgive you or not. It's important that they know you are aware that you fucked up. Acknowledge that you were in the wrong and don't want to make that same mistake. It sucks, but it's what you have to do if you wanna make it right."

"Yeah. Thanks Robin. You're really cool."

"That's quite the complement coming from The Hair."

Steve groaned, knowing full well what that nickname indicated. He laid back on the grass, gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

"Hey Robin?"

"Yeah Steve?"

"Would you maybe want to be friends? I don't really have any real ones."

And what a depressing thought that was. It was true, though. Tommy and Carol have never been real friends, not in the way he needed them to be. The closest thing he had was Nancy and look at how that turned out so far.

"Are you for real?"

Robin sounded bewildered and it made Steve wonder how isolated he made himself out to be that anyone would question why he might want to befriend them. God, popularity ruined him.

"Yes?"

Now he was anxious that Robin was only humoring him. Of course she wouldn't want to be friends with him. He was a complete loser, just like his dad always said.

"Okay. Yeah. We can be friends, Steve."

The warmth that spread through Steve was lightning fast. It felt almost as good as when Nancy would sneak away with him to make-out at school. Maybe even better.

"Cool. Thanks, uh, for all of this. I didn't mean to just kind of dump my shit on your lap, but I'm glad we met. Yeah. Anyway, I've got apologies to make. I'll see you later?"

He glanced at her from the side, a shy grin taking over his face. She smiled back and gave him a playful shove.

"See you later, Harrington. Tell me how it goes!"

Steve rushed back to his car, determination settling in his gut. He'd apologize to Jonathan first. It was only right.

***

Robin wouldn't go as far as to say that she was worried, but she was definitely curious. A tad concerned maybe. It was just that Steve hadn't been to class for the last three days. Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers hadn't either and perhaps that was why Robin found herself anxious. After all, Barb Holland and Will Byers went missing recently. Who's to say the same thing couldn't have happened to those three?

Robin smacked her cheeks a few times. There was no sense in getting worked up by worst case scenarios. She'd get the facts, one way or another, even if it meant venturing all the way to Loch Nora to find Steve.

That plan turned out to be wholly unnecessary because Steve walked into class right as she had that thought. He looked a little twitchy, his eyes flicking across the classroom like they anticipated danger. It wasn't long before he clocked Robin. She waved and the smile that blossomed on his face was so bright she thought she was going to need sunglasses.

He went straight for his seat right in front of hers and immediately situated himself so that he was facing her.

"Hey Robin!"

"Hey yourself! Did everything go okay? I haven't seen you in class."

He studied his hands for a moment, a distant look passing through his eyes like he was remembering something, before he smiled ruefully at her.

"Yeah. Everything went okay. I would've come in yesterday, but my mom wanted me to rest at home. Wasn't feeling too good. I'm here now though! Ready to actually pay attention for once."

Robin snorted right as their English teacher entered the classroom. Steve spun around quickly to face the front, but every so often he turn his head halfway toward hers and make faces at her. She shoved him every time, a smile playing across her face.

Steve Harrington was a wild card, but Robin had a gut feeling that they'd be good for each other.

***

Happy Platonic Stobin Month! I have no idea how much I'm actually going to participate, but I did write this thing! So I hope y'all enjoy! (Prompts 1 & 20: Alternate Meeting/1983)

#stranger things #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #stobin month #my writing

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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My Sky Of Gray - Peter Parker X Female Reader

Title: My Sky Of Gray

Peter Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Sarah) and Aunt May

Requested by Anon!

WC: 2,191

Warnings: Soulmate AU, slight angst, nervousness, anxiety, crying, heartbreak, mentions of killing, and fluff

Slamming the door shut, you rushed to take your shoes off, stumbling slightly as you made your way down the hall and up the stairs. You slid off your backpack and pushed open your bedroom door before dropping your bag haphazardly and running to your bed. The mattress bounced as you landed on your stomach, pulling your phone out of the back pocket and quickly unlocking it. You ignored the notifications as you tapped open your messages. A smile lit up your face as you saw the new text from your best online friend, Peter. It had been almost a year since you first met him playing video games. You forgot how it all happened but soon enough you were talking to each other in the gamer chats. Which then led to both playing Minecraft together on your switches, and that led to having each other's numbers.

You texted each other almost every day. About everything and anything. Peter would send you funny scientific memes that you didn't understand and even random facts. Most nights you spent hours and hours just talking, whether that be texting or calling. You'd take until your phone was on the brink of death before you would take the time to find the charger. You really liked Peter. He was funny, sweet, charming even. He was kind of a nerd too. His interests consisted mainly of sci-fi and science theories, while yours was more of fantasy RPGs and gaming theory. He had always told you that you were his favorite gamer, which always made you blush. And on especially bad days, he'd always make you feel better. No matter how sad you were, he always made you smile. He'd send you funny videos from Tik Tok, even one time sending you a picture of a duck he saw on a walk home from school. You loved that about him; how caring and understanding he was.

And, against your better judgment, you were falling in love with him. Every day, it seemed more and more difficult to push away the butterflies in your stomach when you heard his voice, and laugh at his jokes. He made you feel happy and safe, despite how strange it felt. He made you want to tell him how you felt, but what if he didn't like you back? What if he wasn't your soulmate? That was another issue, what if he wasn't your soulmate? Oh, how you wished he was. To meet him in real life and look into his eyes, finally seeing color for the first time. You'd wonder what his hair color would be, or his eyes... From the pictures and selfies he'd sent, his hair was a dark gray.

Tapping on his recent text, you sighed happily, gazing down at the words on your phone.

'Hey cutie pie! Just got back from school. You free to play tonight?'

You frowned, turning to see your backpack on the floor, before typing away,

'I can't. I got tonnns of hw but I wanna talk to you.'

You watched with a skip of your heartbeat as the texting bubble popped up before his text appeared.

'Bad day?'

Your fingers trembled as you wrote,

'Yeah. I'm okay tho! Promise. I just hate hw lol'

'ok, do you wanna talk bout it?'

Hunched over his desk, arms acting as a pillow for his head; Peter bit his lip as he stared at his phone screen. There was a lump forming in his throat as he waited for your reply. He hoped that you were really okay and that nothing bad happened. Peter didn't realize until recently that he more than liked you as a friend. Ever since you two started talking online, he found himself spending so much time with you. He never knew he'd grow a crush on you. You; funny, smart, sassy, competitive... You... The thought of something happening to you made his insides squirm uneasily. And the fact that he couldn't be there in person to help you with anything made him even more anxious. He wanted to be there for you. He needed to be there for you. So why did he still feel nervous? Why did it feel like his heart was trying to escape his chest? And why did he keep rereading your message over and over again?

'I just failed my test. Have to come in and retake it Saturday.' You answered as Peter grabbed his phone, staring at the screen.

'That was going to be our game day...' He replied back before adding to that, 'We could move it to Sunday?'

'I can't, mom taking me to Queens sunday, something about visiting an old friend of her from high school...'

Peter frowned, Game Day Saturday was what he always looked forward to, the first being able to hang out with you.

‘oh, ok.’ He sent, before cringing and quickly typing more, ‘do you wanna call? I could help you with your hw if you wany?’

You sputtered a laugh as you replied,

‘wany? Yeah, i’d like that.’

~~~

You leaned your head against the passenger window, watching as the houses, apartments, and other buildings flew by. You were excited to meet your mother’s friend, but you really wished you could’ve stayed home and spent time with Peter. You wished you were at home, leaned back in your spinny chair, playing Minecraft on your Switch or even playing Bigfoot Multiplayer with him on your computer. But, you know it was the polite thing to do.

Pulling up into a parking spot on the side of the street, you hopped out of the car and stared up at the apartment building in front of you. Your mother led you into the building and up the stairs, where you waited behind her as she knocked on the door. Waiting for a moment, you heard the pitter-pattering of feet before the door opened. There, at the door was a woman, long hair, wearing a cute sweater, you noticed. She smiled, stepping out of the way to let you both in.

“Sarah! Oh, it’s been years! How are you?” The friend of your mother asked, as she pulled her into a hug.

“I am perfect, May. How are you? Are you still raising your nephew?” Your mother asked, pulling back from the hug.

May nodded, gesturing her head to the side, “I’m good. And yes, he’s still in high school, so he’ll be here for a while.” She then turned to you, giving you a caring smile, “And you must be Y/N. You can call me May.” She spoke before pulling you into a hug as well. You awkwardly hugged her back, before she pulled back. “I’ll go get Peter. You and him can talk while the grown ups do.” She spoke, and the moment she said the name ‘Peter’ you froze up. Your heart began to beat and you held onto a sliver of hope that this ‘Peter’ was your ‘Peter’.

Your mother must have noticed your expression as May left because she placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, she’s a hugger.”

You pursed your lips, giving your mother a nod before you clasped your hands together in front of you, fiddling with your fingers anxiously as you waited. Eyes staring to the hall where May had disappeared into. As your heart swelled with anxiety and nervousness, along with doubt that this was your Peter and that he was your soulmate… Your soul hoped that he was.

It was like you were in slow-motion when he stepped out. Donning sweats and a plain t-shirt, hair slightly ruffled as he ran a hand through it. He’s gorgeous, was your first thought. Please, look at me, was your second. Slowly, he looked up, eyes widening as he looked at you. You were ready for your world to brighten. You were waiting for the world to burst into color as you stared into his eyes… But… No… The world around you was still as gray as can be. You felt immediately chest-fallen, you felt as if your soul was snatched from you body, leaving you completely breathless; gasping for air.

He wasn’t your soulmate. Peter wasn’t your soulmate.

You noticed as you stared at Peter, that his eyes seemed to widen as he cast his gaze to the ground briefly. Was he hoping for the same thing you had wished for? No? Maybe? But, it didn’t matter anyway. He wasn’t meant to be yours. You gulped, gaining the courage to speak. You didn’t want things to be awkward. Peter was still your friend. And that was enough.

“Hi, Peter.” You spoke up softly, as May and your mother turned to look at each other confused.

“You know each other?” May asked and Peter nodded, turning to his aunt.

“We met through video games.” He finally spoke up as your mother huffed, crossing her arms.

“Of course,” She rolled her eyes playfully, “She never gets off that Switch thing.”

May gave you and her nephew a smile, “Well, that’s lovely. You two go play some video games then. Your mother and I are going to catch up.”

You gave her a nod before following Peter awkwardly to his room. Shutting the door, Peter shifted his gaze around his room as you stuffed your hands in your hoodie pockets, looking at the floor. The tension between you could have been cut with a knife. The air felt warm and suffocating as you fidgeted in your spot.

“Uh… I…” Peter began, grabbing your attention and glancing up at you. “Uh… So, how are you?”

You glanced around the room, spotting the multiple Star Wars posters and merchandise, “Good.” You said shortly, “Uh, how are you?”

Peter nodded, giving you a sheepish smile, “Good, uh, good. Uh… This is cool… My aunt knows your mom.” He stated and you nodded, finally looking back at him.

“Yeah, it’s… It’s cool.” You agreed, smiling shyly as Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh, so I’m just going to say this because I don’t know how to say this in the first place and this is already awkward but… We’re soulmates.” He chuckled awkwardly, making you furrow your eyebrows, confused.

“What?” You asked as Peter nodded.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to freak out because my aunt May would make a big deal about it and probably post about it on her Twitter but we’re soulmates.” He laughed out breathily, “I can’t believe it. I mean, I was hoping you’d be my soulmate.” He looked up at you, “I mean, this is awesome. I have you as my soulmate and see colors.” He ranted, making you more and more confused.

“Uh… Peter… We’re not soulmates.” You interrupted him, making him frown as he grew confused too.

“What?”

“We’re not soulmates.”

Peter shook his head, cracking a nervous smile, “No, we are.” He tried to insist.

You shook your own head, “Last time I checked… I still see grayscale.” You sighed and Peter pursed his lips.

“So… You mean… Wait, that doesn’t really make any sense. I can see colors and you can’t? What does that even mean?” He asked as he began to pace his room.

You followed him with your eyes, growing more and more disappointed, “I’m your soulmate… But you’re not mine.” You muttered out, shoulders slumping as you dropped your eyes to the ground.

Peter shook his head rapidly, pausing his pacing to turn to you, walking over and pulling you into a hug. You squeezed your eyes shut, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you dug your face in his shoulder. You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but you pushed them down. You held onto Peter as if you made one false move you would float away. Like an anchor, he held you down.

“You’re my soulmate. I love you, Y/N.” Peter confessed, shocking you as you felt his tears fall onto your hoodie. “I know I’m not your soulmate, but I just wanted to get this off my chest.” He continued, sniffling as he held you closer.

You let out a sigh, fingers clutching his shirt in a deathgrip, “I love you too, Peter. Ever since I killed you in PvP Minecraft,” You joked lightly, earning a small laugh from him.

“I let you win.” He answered back, “I’d let you win a million times more.”

You laughed, pulling back slightly to look at Peter, his dark gray eyes peered back into yours. You wished you could know what color his eyes were and the shade of his har, but deep down, you didn’t really care. Peter was all you wanted. “We’ll figure something out.” You repeated his words, giving him a smile. “We both aced out Science tests, we’ll do some research.”

“Yeah, maybe this is a crazy once-in-a-lifetime mystical phenomenon.”

You nodded, “That, or the world is messing with us.” You countered as Peter raised his hand to flick your forehead fondly.

“Wanna play some Minecraft? I’ll let you be player one.” He offered as you nodded.

“As long as you’ll be my player two.”

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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OKAY BUT BEST FRIENDS TO LOVER W JUN?!? BUT ITS LIKE HELLA SOFT AND FLUFFY AND JS AKSJJSBDDBDJDJ

Well...now I'm soft.

tagging @huiranghaes for reasons

cw; junhui x gn reader, fluff

Imagine spending your entire life next to this boy. You grew up with him, his hand was always in yours so when his hand lingers you don’t seem to notice how different it feels. His eyes have always been on you, protectively watching you so when those eyes watch you fondly you don’t seem to notice. He’s always told you that he loves you with such ease as if it was like flowing water off of his lips so when he says it more often, it doesn’t surprise you.

Jun can’t help how his heart feels when he looks at you now. Yes you were his best friend. You were the most important person in his entire life but you were starting to mean something even more to him. He watched you laugh and cry over others but he wasn’t sure when he had started becoming jealous and angry that you couldn’t see that he was right in front of you.

You never shied from his touch, so when Jun pushed you hair behind your ear and you leaned into his palm, it took his breath away. He wanted to tell you right then how much he loved you but he felt like a fool because he knew you were just his friend. He was still that little boy who had drawn cats on your lunch box and made you soup when you were sick.

Yes he was still that boy but now he was a man who was looking at the person he was certain he was in love with. Now he was a man shaking as he reached for your hands as you gave him a different look than you ever had as you tilted your head with a soft smile whispering his name questioningly, “Junhui?”

“I–” You laugh softly as he pauses before taking one of your hands away running it over his cheek making him shiver as your thumb gently grazes his lip as you touch his moles. You had always loved him so much saying that they were a sign of his grace and goodness. His hand moved to take your wrist turning it so he could lean to kiss your palm making you furrow your brows at the romantic gesture. Your stomach tightening as you try to push back the feelings that you had also been feeling for the boy you had known your entire life.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your best friend. You weren’t supposed to imagine an entire life spent in harmony with someone you knew so well already…and yet here you were looking into the eyes of that man. You could see it so clearly, the idea of the two of you growing old together peacefully. Jokes and memories shared along with love.

So when he kisses your fingertips you don't pull away like you felt you should instead you closed your eyes tightly almost as if you were in pain making Jun pause. “Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head no and open your eyes in panic as Jun’s fingers start to slip from yours, taking your breath away. “No…I–”

“I am so in love with you. I know I shouldn’t be. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but if I don’t say it right now I will lose all my courage.” It’s with Jun’s words you feel breath enter your lungs again before your lips are on his and he smiles against your mouth. Jun’s hands rest on your back as his brain tries to catch up while fireworks go off in his mind. He can’t think straight because his only thought is of you.

Moments pass before the two of you step away from each other, cheeks burning, lips swollen as you laugh and rest your foreheads together. Jun sucks on his bottom lip and presses his fingertips against your back as he sighs happily. “I really do love you so much. I shouldn’t have waited this long to say it. I can’t watch you with another person again.”

You smile and shake your head before leaning it back away from him as he watches you amused. “I love you too Jun. God…I don’t know why you waited so long to tell me either. I’ve loved you since we were kids, you idiot.” Jun laughs and kisses your jaw before tilting your head back to kiss your lips. “Your idiot, I’m sorry. I won’t let you doubt my love again.”

#mars.answers #anon #jun fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluf #jun x reader #seventeen reader #jun imagines #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #svt imagines #jun #seventeen #svt

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 11 months

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"Hey, Zelda." Link gave the dragon a watery smile, sitting down and patting the fur next to him. "It's been a while, sorry. Penn needed my help with a story."

He blew a strand of hair away from his face, wrapping the wings of his glide suit around him as protection from the wind. "It's stupid that I'm doing this again, isn't it? I spent a year putting off fighting the Calamity, and now I'm just wasting time exploring the Depths and Hyrule again. I found Mineru three months ago, for Hylia's sake." He gave a weak laugh. "Although I don't think Josha would call it a waste. You'd like her."

"I know what you'd tell me– 'The Demon King dealt a great blow against you, Link.'" His voice shifted, mimicking her accent. "'Taking time to recover is not a waste, and if you throw yourself injured into a fight again I'll drag you back by the ear!'"

Zelda let out a low rumble.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you hate it when I do that." He sighed. "But I am nearly healed. Almost all of the gloom's effects are gone, my arm nearly always feels like it's mine." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, have I told you how the others are doing?

"Sidon and Yona are doing pretty well– the official wedding is coming up soon. Sidon's really growing into being king. Yunobo and the kids are doing good too, last I saw, but I haven't been over there in a while."

He rubbed the sages' rings with his thumb. "Tulin's been training pretty hard; I think Teba is getting worried. He reminds me a lot of Revali, actually, with that. I still don't remember much, but I do know that he was always training. Probably just to show me up, but still.

"Riju…" He picked at his nails. "I understand why she gave me access, but I miss being Link, Hylian vai, and not Link, hero of Hyrule and the princess's guard. I don't think most of them have connected the dots, but even if I do find my vai clothes again, it won't be the same. Now that they've seen me as a voe, they'd figure it out right away.

"Is it… weird, that I liked being a girl?" He closed his eyes, leaning back against Zelda's mane. "It was… nice. I don't know how to explain it, but… I wouldn't have minded living in Gerudo Town. Being 'little Hylian vai' for more than just a few trips.

"What do you think Riju would've said if I told her that? Would she have allowed it?" He laughed bitterly. "I'm only telling you this because you can't understand me. Pretty messed up, right?

"I asked Mineru about draconification, if she had found a way to reverse it after all these years. She just looked at me. Probably would've talked me out of coming up here, if she knew. Seems like that type of person."

He sighed. "No more royal line, huh? I think Hyrule will be okay, though. They survived for one hundred years with the Calamity still hanging around, I'm sure they can find a new leader, especially with the groundwork you laid."

He smoothed a hand over her fur. "The kids in Hateno miss you. I haven't told anyone what's happened to you yet. Impa and Cado know, but only because I started crying when I saw your final memory, and they got– worried."

He ran his hands through his hair, dislodging the mask, and sighed. "Do you want to know something weird? I think I saw you before. Flying over Hateno, when the Calamity was still around. I thought it was just Naydra, but… it makes more sense if it was you. It was practically destiny for me to fail you again, huh?"

"Fuck. Fuck." He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. "I miss you. I miss seeing you wake up in a bed next to me, I miss hearing you and Purah talk about where the shrines went. I miss seeing you smile, hearing you laugh at my stupid jokes, watching you spend hours focused on your research."

Tears dripped from his hands, falling onto Zelda’s head, and she let out a low, mournful cry. A dam broke, and Link shuddered, resting his head in his arms as the tears poured out.

"I can't do this." He gasped. "I can't pretend everything is normal, when you're gone but you're right here and– and–"

His fists slammed down, but stopped before they could touch her head, instead gently smoothing out along her fur. "I hate this. I hate my arm, I hate how Tulin was forced to grow up, I hate how much Hyrule has changed, I hate how you had to give your life just to fix the sword I broke."

His voice broke. "You're always cleaning up my messes. You held back the Calamity, and now you did this. I should just– just go and find him, before all of this is in vain. Ha, who cares if I'm not ready? As long as that bastard goes down with me, I don't care. We all know I should've just stayed dead."

Zelda growled, long and low.

He wiped his eyes. "Probably just tired of me being up here, aren't you. It's not very comfortable, is it? It's not because you can understand me, I know you can't. Mineru made it very clear that even a moment of lucidity would be impossible.

"But… I'm still coming up here. Still talking to you, like as soon as I beat him everything is going to go back to being normal and fine, even– even though it's not. Even though you'll still be up here, forever. Just a dragon. Never Zelda again."

More tears replaced the ones he had wiped away. "It should have been me, stuck like this. I've always just been a failure, and I saw how strong you were, how your abilities started to grow. If I had– if I had just died fighting against the Calamity like I was supposed to, maybe then you wouldn't even have gone down there and he wouldn't have woken up!"

He sniffled. "Goddesses, what am I supposed to tell people? 'Sorry, Zelda turned into a dragon thousands of years in the past, and no, sorry, only like ten people in the entirety of Hyrule can see her, and yeah, sorry, it's all my fault again.' That's going to go over well."

Zelda growled again, tossing her head.

"I'm sorry. I'll go now." He ran a hand over her mane, smoothing out a few windblown tangles. "...I'll visit you again before I go fight him. Say goodbye. I don't think I'll be coming back from that, and even if you can't understand me, you deserve to know."

He stood up, wiping his face one more time and securing the mask over his eyes, and leapt into the sky.

A low cry echoed from the sky above him, and Link's eyes burned.

#totk spoilers #totk #loz totk #totk zelda #totk link #loz #mb's writing

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bowiebond · 2 years

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*slaps checkbook down on the askbox* may I pretty pretty please have some ftm!Billy headcanons I swear I'm not projecting I'm holdin em for a buddy

CW: This became a tangent lol, transphobia/homophobia, dysphoria, child abuse, slurs, misgendering, deadnaming, sexual content, fem terms used for Billy's junk by partners more than him.

I think Billy realized young that he wasn't a normal girl. He definitely fell into the tomboy side of things, cut his own hair so his mom had to get it fixed. His father was furious and smacked him upside the head for it, but Billy kept cutting his hair no matter where he hid the kitchen scissors and his anger wasn't making him stop so he was forced to let it go, even if he berated Lisa (Billy's mom) about raising a 'dyke' daughter.

Billy was often mistaken as a boy, and he always laughed. Got a bit giddy from it every time they made the mistake. Except he's ten and even his mother jokes that she felt she got a little boy instead of a girl.

When says he wants to be a boy over dinner, Neil throws a fit. Plates break, Billy tries to get between his mother and him as Neil screams at her for indulging his fantasies, his disgusting behavior. Lisa puts Billy to bed that night with a bruise high on her cheek that matches Billy's, and she kisses his head.

"I was blessed with a very brave girl, wasn't I?" Her eyes are shining as she kisses his head one more time, lingering. "At least try to be for a little longer, okay, baby?"

"I don't think I'm a girl, mom. I'm not like any of the ones at school."

"Just...try."

She's gone by the morning. She doesn't answer his calls. And he tries.

He grows his hair out, does it up, but he can't stand dresses or heels or makeup - lip gloss was nice but everything else was so much on his face. Didn't suit his hooded eyes and thick brows from his father. He still gets mistaken as a boy in public when he's dressed in jeans, boots and a denim jacket.

So he plays a dangerous game. Puberty makes him feel gross, but his chest is small like his mothers, so he works out. Bulks up so he can hit back when boys call him a dyke, a fag, a tranny. He refuses to put up with it. Strangers think he's attractive, with his dirty blond curls and tight jeans, shirts unbuttoned to show off the body he's worked so hard for.

Cigarettes and booze roughen his voice along with his own constant lowering of it, losing it some days. But it makes him feel good when a girl mistakes him for a guy, when she twirls her hair and giggles and blushes as he rasps in her ear.

He doesn't make them touch him, doesn't really want them too. But there's a sense of euphoria when he's got his tongue buried in a hot cunt and they're crying out his name, and he knows they're thinking it ends with a 'y' instead of an 'ie'.

His first broken nose from someone who wasn't his own father was from a guy in his chemistry class who heard around that he fingered his girlfriend at the pizza parlor she frequents with her girlfriends, but he's seen him come out of the girls bathroom before, knows he's not really a guy, and thinks he's some kind of predatory lesbian and the notion makes him sick to his stomach because she liked it.

She wanted a man and Billy was one, and it's not like she even touched him back, so who cares? She's a cheater, a bitch, and he kind of hates straight girls because they're too easy yet so fucking judgey, wrinkling up their noses when he does let slip that he's lacking what would need a wrapper. Always insists they aren't like, lesbians, you know? They're not into girls.

He kind of hates girls.

He also kind of hates guys. Hates how they say he should smile more, should wear something more girly, should shave his upper lip and wear makeup.

He also hates how much he likes blowing them, even when they're fucking mean and misgender him, because Billy's heard every insult in the book and thought even worse things about himself, so they can't really hurt him anymore.

His dad still can, still beats him when Billy grunts just like Neil does, when he spreads his legs and stomps around in boots like he does. Mimicking without a second thought because he doesn't have many other role models outside of rockstars who teeter the edge of androgyny. Neil hates when he fucks girls, hates when he fools around with guys, insults him when he's wearing something shiny on his lips and preening his hair because 'I thought you wanted to be a boy', or when he's working out and dyeing his upper lip because 'you could stand to be prettier'.

He can't win with him, so he stops trying. His grades slip, he hangs out with the wrong crowd because Sid's got good weed and Wayne will finger him if he blows him first, doesn't even call him a pretty girl or makes fun of his voice when it slips out of his rasp to something high and breathy, even if he always compliments how tight his 'pussy' is, how wet he is.

When Max comes into their life, she becomes Neil's new princess. Somehow, it's a blessing and a curse. Neil dotes on her, calls her his daughter, and Max is a girl even if she's boyish like Billy was when he was young. Billy wonders sometimes, if Max would turn out like him, and he prays she doesn't because even if he's being authentic to himself and that's it's own personal joy, life is hard. Being trans and queer makes it harder. He thinks maybe that's why his own mother begged him to just try to be normal. Or maybe she felt the same as Neil. Maybe she only wanted a daughter. Maybe Billy was the problem and always would be, and that was his burden to bear alone because he'd never get an answer from her.

He lets Max indulge in her boyish habits, even if he acts like he doesn't care about her. Drives her to the skatepark, to the arcade, takes her rollerblading once or twice and gets distracted by the guy behind the counter who asks cautiously for his number. Billy gives it, and he comes back a few days later to get taken out. It's a real date and Billy hasn't been taken out like that before. Been wooed.

It's nice, his stomach is twisting like a girls would, but he's very much a boy holding another boys hand. It feels normal.

He's the one who makes the first mood on the second date, because Ethan had asked him on another when he dropped him at his car. People didn't ask Billy on second dates. They usually just extended their casual hang out into a hook up and Billy didn't hate that, but his second date plagued his mind every day until it came. He had been giddy, for fuck sake.

Ethan had laughed all nervous and pink cheeked when he unbuckled his belt, ran his fingers through his hair instead of pulling as he blew him, and Billy wondered if this would cement a third date. If maybe he could be Ethan's boyfriend. They could be boyfriends, and it would be perfect because Ethan was a boy, so even if Neil wouldn't like it because it's too close to Billy being a fag yet not, the kids at school couldn't call him a dyke because he'd have a boyfriend.

They'd still call him a queer, a fag, but it was better being called something he was than what he wasn't.

He's practically drenched when Ethan slipped a hand into his jeans, but the heat is doused by ice cold water when the man recoils in disgust.

"You're a girl?"

Billy's hands are shaking, and its then that he strikes. Bundles his fist and cracks it against his face because it was the worst possible thing he could have said and it hurts way more than when people called him a bitch in the corridors or when his father called him Max's sister, or when Wayne calls his chest tits as he sucks on them.

He should have just told him, implied he wasn't a normal guy, but Billy was. He was a guy, and he knew it, and yet no one else seemed to understand.

Ethan doesn't call him back. Billy thinks that's fair. He doesn't really want him to. But Ethan's friends with the sheriffs kid and he's fined for assault and Neil is furious. Max only makes his temper worse by saying, 'the guy from the rollerskates place? I thought you were dating.'

Neil uproots them completely after that comment, not trusting Billy to be responsible and respectable around his little sister.

"You better stick to your faggy little story that you're a boy or drop it completely, or it'll be worse than California, Billie."

Billy refuses to. He goes to Hawkins and goes full hot shot womanizer. Joins the basketball team, tells the teachers the 'ie' was his mothers funny little choice cause she wanted a girl but got a boy. They laughed at his little story and accept it.

He stealthed his way into Hawkins and refused to bend beneath his fathers disapproving gaze, glared at Max until she got the 'sister' out of her vocabulary for good. He's pissed and he's mean and he's not letting anyone know he's queer.

The first person to find out he's not packing, is Tommy. Who's awkward and weird about it but keeps it to himself, surprisingly. Billy threatened him with death, so that was likely why.

Depending on your ship for Billy, it takes him a while to get close enough to them to let them touch below his belt, mostly because after his first attempt at getting pleasure with a partner ended so poorly, he's scared. That they'll think him a girl, or feel betrayed because he's not a cis guy, or they'll treat him different over all. Start making comments on his lip gloss and soft curls, his hips and chest. It takes a bit of talking, boundaries established, but they still think he's Billy, so it's okay.

Down the road, once he's out of home, he gets a diagnosis for gender dysphoria, starts on testosterone and lives his life as a man without people giving him a double take to figure out if he was a girl or not. He finds he's fine without top surgery. He's always been small chested and he likes working out, likes how his chest looks when he flexes them. Bottom surgery is a scary idea for him, and he likes bottoming, so he mulls on it for a long time as the years go by.

Overall, he's happy with his body now. Somebody loves it too, loves him, and it's euphoric to be accepted wholeheartedly. To be able to live without looking over his shoulder. To dabble in feminine things without shame.

Max visits a lot, and Billy wasn't entirely on the nose about her being a girl, because they admit softly they'd prefer to just be his sibling, maybe occasionally his brother, sometimes his sister. Billy holds them when Max gets choked up, and he promises to make it easy for them. To be the one person who would always be in their corner because he didn't have anyone in his growing up. Takes Max to their first parade, walks around topless with pride with his partner holding his hand as he swung Max's, the redhead waving a blue, purple and pink flag with a big grin on their face.

Billy's childhood had been rocky, unsteady and hard, but he made it. He was happy. He was a man, and he knew now that he had always been, despite what everyone said.

#billy hargrove #ftm!billy hargrove #trans billy hargrove #trans max mayfield #tw neil hargrove

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piko-power · 1 year

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I just pictured something from within my mind and I must introduce this chaotic scenario that is 100% fitting for the Wachowski father and son duo.

(Pre-Sequel btw)

Sonic didn't get any sleep.

Like, AT ALL.

He stayed up AAAAAAALL night long playing video games and reading comic books, and right when afternoon came, the hedgehog's lights get knocked out before he can even ask if lunch is ready.

Maddie tucked him in his little racecar bed, feeling bad for him feeling restless. He really shouldn't have stayed up all night.

Meanwhile, Tom, who wholeheartedly agrees with her, just had a stupidly funny idea in his head.

Maddie recognizes the face and asked what is up. He could only reply with: "You'll see."

A few hours later, it was almost sundown, and Tom just came back from the dollar store with a fake mustache accessory.

Maddie knew it from the beginning. She can't stop him now.

"Sonic. Wake up." Tom shook the Blue Devil in a frantic manner. The hedgehog groaned, not wanting to wake up to the real world and want to go back to chili dog wonderland.

"Noooooo... " He quietly complained under his mumbles, turning away. "Five more minutes..."

"And by five more minutes you mean five more years?!"

Suddenly startled by his yell, Sonic jolted upwards, his eyes blinking constantly, trying to wake up. "Wha-?! What the heck, Donut Lord?!" He rubbed his eyes.

"'Donut Lord'" He was then lost in his own thoughts. "I haven't heard that name in years..." He said, his voice toned deeper.

Sonic looked at the sheriff with the most confused look on his face. He's still processing that fact that he is awake now. "Tom, what the actual heck are you talking abou-?"

Sonic paused as he just noticed Tom grew facial hair above his top lip. "...Wut?"

"Sonic, I totally forgot that your eyes were green." Tom dramatically spoke out. "What in the-? Tom, when did you grow a mustache?! How long was I asleep??!" The young space hog grew worried now, wondering how long his nap really took.

"TEN YEARS!" Tom grabbed Sonic's arms and shook him slightly. "YOU HAVE BEEN ASLEEP FOR TEN YEARS!"

"WHAT?!" Sonic's eyes flung open with fear. He backed away from the panicking sheriff to process. "Oh, my God I've been asleep for that long?!"

Tom tried his best not to let out a chuckle over Sonic's reaction.

"I stayed up for so long I- I should've just go to sleep at the right time but instead-"

"A whole decade without you, Sonic. One. Whole. Decade."

"Nonononononono this isn't right! I didn't sleep for that long but you have a moustache! How long does it take to grow a mustache?! You were waiting for me to wake up for ten years?! No! NO! I can't believe this!"

Sonic was on the verge of tears.

"OH, GOD THAT MEANS MADDIE IS OLD TOO! AND OZZIE! OH, GOD NOT OZZIE! AND WADE TOO, NO! OH MY- IS CRAZY CARL EVEN ALIVE?! IS OZZIE STILL ALIV- HOW MANY ISSUES OF THE FLASH DID I JUST MISS?! OR THE TV SHOWS THAT WE WATCH?! DO WE EVEN WATCH TV ANYMORE- DO CHILI DOGS STILL EXIST THEY DON'T EXIST ANYMORE DO THEY OH, MY GOD NOOOOOOOOO-!!"

Then Donut Lord began wheezing. Sonic hid his face in guilt and sobbed. Tom did his best to stop himself from laughing as he heard the hedgehog cry. He didn't expect him to get so dramatic so quickly.

"Buddy! H-Hey buddy, it's okay! It's okay!" He said between giggles, as he placed both of his hands on Sonic's shoulders. "It was a joke! See?" He ripped the mustache off, revealing it to be just a costume accessory.

Sonic, hiccuping his cries, took a full look at the sheriff that hasn't changed one bit. "You were only asleep for a few hours, bud!" He said with a genuine smile.

Realizing what is happening now, Sonic was pretty pissed.

"Jerk Lord." He growled weakly before he crawled under his sheets and sniffled.

"Sonic, it's alright! I'm sorry, okay? It was just a joke." He patted Sonic's quills emerging slightly from the blanket.

"Not funny. Didn't laugh." He muffled, sounding more tired than ever.

"Come on, buddy. I never meant to make you cry. I really am sorry. You're okay."

He was still pretty mad at Tom. He just woke up from his nap, he can't do that! He couldn't think straight when he's tired. Now he really needed to go back to sleep.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Shut up, Thomas..."

Tom chuckled. Sonic kept his giggling a little quiet, so he wouldn't hear him. Maybe it was kind of funny. He did looked ridiculous with a mustache.

#sonic wachowski #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #sonic movie 2020 #sonic movie headcanons #The moment I thought of this the instant I want to write this down

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st1kyniko · 10 months

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To the girl I call Kid

I was sad

when I realized I stopped chasing us.

I still miss you

and probably will always miss you

but not quite like before.

Instead of pressing skip

I find my finger lingering over the volume button

when I hear a song you introduced me to.

I cry less

at the sight of a yellow sign

"Waffle House."

I naturally smile and continue driving.

I've begun to grow.

A part of me was left behind with you

but I know you've been taking care of it.

I've begun to grow.

Not as a whole

but I know eventually one day

each week will get a little easier

than the previous.

I may not feel complete

but I'm so much more of a person now

because of you.

I never wanted to let you go

and I hate saying goodbye.

But thank you for giving me the opportunity

to love

to be loved

and kick-starting my journey

to building a better me.

To the girl I call Kid

the only girl to bring out my inner child

and played so well with your inner child

Keep your head up

know your worth

be confident in yourself

your decisions

your thoughts

and your emotions.

You are not empty

you are not alone

you are not damaged

you are not a bother

you are not a failure

you do not ruin everything

and there is nothing wrong with you.

You deserve exciting moments in your life.

And what you really deserve is

a call me anytime kind of love

a pick you up from the airport kind of love

a love note on napkins kind of love

a piggy back ride into your house kind of love

a tummy rub before bed kind of love

a laughs at your bad jokes kind of love

a reminder to get up early for yoga kind of love

a I'll wash your car for you kind of love

a you're the best daughter ever kind of love

a bring you tiramisu when you have cramps love

a love that takes care of you

a love that sees you

a love that loves you more with each flaw

a love that sees your messy hair, drool on your shirt, crusty eyes, morning breath, spiralling mind

a love that loves you more because of it.

You deserve a required love.

A love that lasts.

You may feel lost

but you'll come back to yourself.

Remember to live in the moment

and allow yourself happiness.

Pleeease allow yourself to have a great life.

One day

we may bump into each other at Sprouts

and I'll want to hear all about that great life.

And I know you've struggled

with feeling like you deserve love and happiness.

So when I started to learn you

and see the real you

I brought you goodness

like a gift

and now it belongs to you.

Thank you for doing the same.

You will always be that special woman in my life

like Marianne is to Connell.

You will always be my GREEN PERSON.

I'll grab you peonies and an m&m mcflurry

in the next life kid💚

No one knows if we were meant to break up, but I know you did what you felt was best for the both of us and I'll always respect you for that. If you would have asked me to stay, I would have. I would have done anything for you. Just know I love you and know I'll be okay. We'll be okay.

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hdsc-ace · 1 year

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Avonlea's prodigy || Anne with an E

Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

Annabelle Carlisle returns to Avonlea from her stay in London to be greeted with her red-headed replacement. No one is pleased with the outcome.

"Three months. Three months, Diana. And you become best friends with some Orphan brat like I don't exist." Two young girls stood in a room arguing. The girl's head was blessed with Coppery Red hair stood by the window yelling at her Raven haired friend who sat on the bed. Annabelle, the red-headed freak, hours ago returned from a three-month trip to England to visit her dying grandmother. She only returned to find out that fellow farmers, The Cuthbert's had taken on a girl. A girl from an Orphan Asylum.

"No one said anything about replacing anyone, Annie." Diana snaps, yanking her arm out of Annie's grip. "And Anne is an extraordinary girl who was lucky enough to get adopted. She needs friends."

"It's Annabelle." Annabelle states blankly to Diana, her eyes locked onto the ground. "I can't associate with someone who can be friends with such a thing." She spits, ending style two's friendship. "Good day, Miss Barry." Annabelle bids the girl a brief goodbye as she walks to the front door, grabbing her hat and coat on the way.

"leaving so soon?" Mrs Barry asks as soon as Annie's hand touches the front door "Everything okay, belle?" She asks again after getting no response.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just remembered that my mother needs help with - the umm." She stumbled over my words, in order to make up a lie. "I'm just- yeah..." She mumbled while pointing to the door. Finally giving up, Belle just walks through the door. As soon as the door closes, she slides onto the floor, her knees pulled up to her face as she cries.

Little did Belle know that Mrs Barry watched her from the window not far from her. "Diana, dear come here." She calls as she watches Belle quickly gather herself and run away before anyone could see the mess she was in, no lady should be seen crying. But Annabelle wasn't classed as a lady in Avonlea, but that's what happens when you grow up on a farm with a family full of males. Her father, uncle and her two brothers.

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The next day Belle trudged the cold forest alone as she walked to school. It'll be her first day back in a while and she was excited to see her friends, well not Diana. But I guess you can't count us as friends anymore. Noticing the jars of milk as she nears closer to the school alerts her that mostly everyone was there already, causing her to quickly pick up her pace. As she entered the wooden building, a familiar face within a group of boys caught her eye. "Gil." She smiles as she runs up to the standing boy, wrapping her arms around him. Within the three months apart, there was no one she missed more than Gilbert Blythe. The two grew up together and were rarely separated, they were best friends despite how the adults around Avonlea felt about it.

"Belle." He greats back as he wraps his arms around the girl in return.

"How's your dad?" Belle smiles softly as the two part before Gilbert could respond, a voice interrupted.

"Queen Victoria is back." A voice laughs from behind Gilbert. "Now the two love birds are back together." Belle and Gilbert shared an annoyed look as Gilbert moved to the side, allowing Belle to get a look at the mysterious voice.

Belle and Gilbert were always assumed to be courting because of their closeness but that was never the case, Belle and Gilbert were strictly best friends and will always be. They promised each other. Well they were seven, But they still promised.

"That's something I didn't miss." The girl groaned as she saw Billy Andrews sat on top of a desk, watching her.

"Feel the love there, Annabelle, I really do." He joked, knowing it got on the girl's nerves. "Your presence wasn't missed one bit." Billy says as he points over to the group of girls at the desk.

The exact group of girls were the very ones that Belle grew up with, Josie, Tilly, Ruby, Jane and Diana. But there was one addition, A red head. Her complexion wasn't too far off Belle's own one. The girl wore her Carrot coloured hair in two braids and freckles outlined her face. Compared to Belle's standards of herself, This girl was far more beautiful.

"Knock it off." Gilbert tells Billy as he notices his best friend's face drop as she watches the group laugh at something The new girl said. "Belle?" He asked, standing in front of Belle's view of the group.

"Three months." Belle muttered to herself. "I have been gone for three months." She says louder. "Diana told me they didn't replace me and it clearly looks like they did. Found a better red headed freak that fitted the slot more perfectly than I ever did." She complained with a small cry but Gilbert could reassure the girl, Mr Phillips came into the room.

Everyone quickly got to their seats except Belle. She watched as the orphan freak sat down in her normal seat, next to Diana. "Miss Carlise." Mr Phillips says, attempting to pull the girl out of her trance. Gilbert's hand wraps around her's, squeezing it slightly, making the girl become aware of what's happening.

Belle's eyes darted down to the two's hands, instantly making the girl calmer. It was a thing Gilbert picked up over the years. Ever since Belle's mother died she became more paranoid and the only way Gilbert managed to get the girl to calm down was by squeezing her hand.

"Today, Miss Carlise." Mr Phillips says, more annoyed. "Unless you want to spend the day as a male, you're already dressed for the part." He jokes, making half the class laugh. He was right, Belle was dressed in trousers and a simple blouse, something no woman should wear. Especially in public. Belle couldn't afford anything else, she had to stick with the hand-me-downs from her older brothers.

Not caring, Belle picks up her Books off Gilbert's desk and slides them to the other side of the boy before sitting next to him. This only made the class laugh more and Mr Phillips more annoyed. During this Gilbert tried his best to hide his laughter but clearly failed as Belle noticed and elbowed him in the side.

"Do you think they're dating?" Ruby whispers to Josie next to her. "They're awfully close, and Annie has never done that before." She tells the girl in a worried tone, gesturing to the stunt Belle just pulled.

"They're just friends." Josie reassures. "After all you have dibs. She's just upset."

"About what?" Ruby asks. Josie goes to respond but gets cut off by Diana answering for her.

"Anne replacing her." The girl states as she leans back, her eyes watching Belle from across the room.

"But she's not." Ruby says, looking shocked.

"England does some weird things to a young lady." Josie tells the two before listening back to the class.

"Open your readers to page 32. We will read Barry Cornwall's poem The Fisherman." Mr Phillips says, making the class pull out their books. "Diana Barry. Stand and begin." He orders.

"You never got to answer." Belle whispers to Gilbert as Diana struggles to read. "How is your dad? Is it any worse?" She asks, watching Gilbert's movement for anything unusual.

Mr Blythe was like a second dad to Belle, she cared for him like family. Belle was there to help

"He's getting there." He tells her, with a small smile. The two both know that eventually Mr Blythe will have to depart, leaving Gilbert alone. But when he does Gilbert will have Belle by his side, whether he likes it or not.

"Can I come round soon? Just to see how he's doing?" She asks calmly, hoping not to puncture anything that'll make Gilbert uncomfortable.

"He'll like that." He smiles as the two return to the lesson.

"New girl. Up. Continue." Mr Phillips orders, making Anne stand up proudly with a smile on her face.

"O'er the wild waters laboring far from home for some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam." She dramatically read. "Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life." As Anne read, all the class, par two, were laughing. Gilbert was watching the girl with a small smile as Belle was staring at her book in slight anger. "And none to aid him in the stormy strife. Companion of the sea and silent air the lonely fisher this must ever fare." As Belle glances over at Anne she makes brief eye contact with Josie who wears a disgusted look, similar to Belle's very own.

"She's good. Invested." Gilbert tells Belle as he quickly glances back down to his book then back up to Anne. This only makes Belle silently scoff.

"Without the comfort, hope, with a scarce friend. He looks through life and only sees its end." Anne dramatically finishes, folding her spare hand over her chest and holds her head down, only making the class laugh more.

"Sit down!" Mr Phillips orders. "Sweet merciful lord." He begs under his breath.

The entire class bursts out into laughter except Belle. She just sat with her head resting on her hand, reading the book. "Annabelle Carlisle." Mr Phillips says, quieting down the class. "Read Campbell's pleasures of hope, The downfall of Poland."

Belle instantly stands up and starts reading in a tone completely the opposite of Anne's. "Oh! Sacred Truth! Thy triumph ceased a while..."

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Belle sat alone by a nearby tree at lunch. She never did this but things changed. She didn't want to be near that new Orphan freak at all. This is the new Annabelle Carlisle.

"Hey." I voice greets as they sit down next to the girl.

"Prissy." Belle greets back as she bites into an apple. Her eyes watching the boys play in front of her. "I thought I was too disgrace for you to even be near me."

"Well you seemed pretty lonely and I'm guessing my sister and her friends replaced you with the orphan." Prissy says as she straightens out her dress while sitting down. Belle picks up a notebook, opening it a recently written in page. "It's not the same without them. Is it?" She asks, focussing her attention onto me.

"I'm fine on my own, Priscilla." Belle tells Prissy. "Have been, will be." She says while rereading what's already been read in the book.

"You haven't tho." She says. "You had Gilbert, Diana, Ruby, Josie, Jane. Now you don't." Prissy places it on top of Belle's hand, causing Belle to sharply pull hers away.

"I said i'll be fine." The girl snaps. "What do you want, prissy? Honestly, You never talk to me, even when I was talking to Jane," She begins to pack up her lunch and book, hoping not to have to talk to Prissy anymore. Prissy always brings gossip. "Good day, Prissy." Belle bids as she begins walking to the schoolhouse door. Her hand hovers over the doorknob as she looks over to see Anne rushing away from a very confused Gilbert. Quickly, she moves out of the way from Anne but manages to walk into Billy.

"Watch it. Someone actually might think you like me or something from how much you can't stay away." Billy laughs as the two meet face to face. "Wanna play, Carlisle?" He jokes, throwing the small ball into Belle's chest, dropping to the floor as It bounces off her books.

Knowing where this was going, Belle bends down and replaces the books in her hand for the ball. "I have a better aim than you think, Andrews." She says as she throws it into the space between the two before Billy catches it.

"I'm happy to test that theory out." He smirks as he begins to toss the ball into the air, catching it a few times. "A game." He suggests

Belle's eyes shift to the boys behind Billy, they were all quietly laughing to themselves as they watched the two talk. "Set something up and maybe we will eventually." She smiles before walking into the school house, glancing back at Billy once more before going in.

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The tapping of chalk against the student's boards echoed the classroom as they copied down what Mr Phillips was writing in silence. Belle watched Gilbert as he glanced at Mr Phillips to Anne repeatedly before grabbing a piece of scrunched up paper and throwing it at her. As the paper hits Anne's face her head shoots up. The girl looks at Gilbert from the corner of her eye before looking down at her board.

"Stop." Belle whispers to the boy while kicking his ankle but Gilbert ignores her. He picked up some chalk and repeated the process, this caught a few people's attention.

Still not satisfied, Gilbert picks up the apple in front of him and quietly walks to the girl. "Whoops." he says as he places the apple on the desk. Ruby and Belle's eyes follow Gilbert as he bends down next to Anne. "hey." He whispers. "Carrots." He says louder, Pulling one of Anne's braids which tipped the girl over the edge.

"Im not talking to you!" She shouts while slapping Gilbert around the face with her board, breaking it in the process. The whole class gasps and looks at the two before erupting into laughter.

Belle quickly stands up, waiting to see if she needs to intervene. "I wouldn't." Billy whispers to Belle from behind, making the girl sit back down.

"Shirley!" Mr Phillips yells to Anne, the class suddenly dead silent at this. "Get up here now! What a vicious display?" He scolds while cleaning the board. Everyone followed Anne's movements as she slowly walked to the front. "Is this what they taught you in that orphanage? Unacceptable."

Belle studies Gilbert's sudden emotion change as he watches Anne. "Told you not to." She whispers to the boy, only to get a harsh shove.

Ann Shirley Mr Phillips writes on the board, motioning for Anne to turn around before writing again. "Anne Shirley has a very bad temper." He reads while writing. "Stand here and stay put." He orders Anne before turning to the noisy class. "And the rest of you Pipe down! Let this serve as a lesson to you that we do not tolerate such displays of temper, here in a civilized society." He explains.

Belle's hand quickly went to her face to cover her smile as she watched Anne getting lectured. "It was my fault. Sir, I, Umm... I-I teased her." Gilbert quickly stands, trying to take the blame.

"Quiet, Blythe. That is hardly an excuse." Mr Phillips says while the class starts laughing again.

Fed up, Belle stands up. "I told him to, Sir." Despite how much she hated Anne and how much Gilbert was protecting her, she knew that her attempting to help would ruin her reputation if word got to her parents but If Gilbert was trying to take blame for the girl she should at least take it for Gilbert. "The freak has no place here. She's not one of us." Belle says while glaring at Anne.

"Still, Hardly an excuse." Mr Phillips tells Belle, neither agreeing or disagreeing with what the girl said. "Quiet, all of you, and return to your lesson."

#Anne with an E #Gilbert Blythe #writing #fanfiction #netflix #fanfic #writings #am writing #writerblr #HDSC-Ace

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