a/n: something i couldn’t get out of head not my usual stuff but if you like it could be more to come x
sweat, tequila and heat.
that’s all that consumed her, the tight material clinging to her body and the music pounding in her ear.
i shouldn’t be here
the monaco summer heat should be illegal in a club but the way y/n was feeling should be punishable.
his eyes were staring her down like she was prey, not even needing to look she felt him consuming her presence.
the lights blinded her but the pounding music and heels sticking to the floor secured her decision to continue her walk in.
“you made it!!” lando shouted embracing his long time friend, his white button up clung to her shirt but he was not who she was here for.
not only was it his birthday is was y/n’s last week in monaco before going home and forgetting about this life for a couple more months.
y/n l/n was a sensible girl, she knew what she was getting into when she became a f1 reporter and she knew the boundaries that were set.
don’t hook up with the business that was the only rule
a rule she had already broken once and was burned by so she stuck to it like glue. until him.
“so happy to see you lan, where’s everyone else?” y/n slurred trying to hide her drunkenness with a dazzling smile.
“at the bar getting drinks, jesus y/n did you drink a whole bottle of tequila or spill it on yourself” the maclaren driver chuckled into her ear.
she threw her head back with a laugh, her legs wobbling and waist being secured by a large hand.
“careful there y/n don’t need any broken bones on your last week!” oscar jested, there relationship ended on good terms but seeing him on nights like tonight really were bad news. especially when he was there.
“i’m fine worry wart, in fact im going to dance” y/n protested, her ponytail swishing with her drunken stumble into the arms of kika and lily.
the men laughed from there table as pierre and charles arrived with their drinks.
“it’s going to be a good night boys” pierre exclaimed slapping his hand on the drivers back, but charles mind was else where.
the way y/n twisted and turned her body into kika’s should be illegal.
her gorgeous body moving from side to side, arms moving up and down her side towards the places her wanted to grab and hold…
“putain” he coughed and readjusted himself
“you alright mate?” oscar questioned having a furrowed brow.
“oui,oui just a bit light headed i might step outside for a smoke” charles stood, his eyes meeting y/n’s before he moved out the back
now i really do feel light headed
y/n felt the air leave her chest as he made eye contact with her, her knees buckled and felt a jolt through her body
fuck it
whether it was the tequila or the confidence she was leaving something sparked her to act and do it quickly.
she moved hastily outside to find no one in the alley, gazing she quickly turned around to see him. finally.
“hi”
“hi” 
there faces inches apart, nose breathing so heavily y/n swore she could see the air coming out
charles leant into closer to her ear, lips echoing the shell.
“you look beautiful ma’belle.”
pounding ran through her heart and ears.
fuck what am i doing
“we can’t” her voice quivered taking in the big blue eyes a usual bright colour now stormy and grey
“we shouldn’t” charles moved closer licking his lips, practically dripping for her taste.
y/n looked down towards the ground only to feel charles body push into hers creating a mold she wanted to last forever.
“tell me to stop cherie and i will but if not i swear i can’t take it any longer” he whispered leaning into to her intoxicated by her smell.
both eyes closed and body shoved together
the moment is finally here
“Y/N!”
fuck
she was dragged away quickly the oxygen being sucked out of her by her unsuspecting friends and the tension still unbroken.
Notes: 11k words of Charles and y/n pinning for each other…your all (hopefully) going to love it xx
this is my first post in about 6 months and I'm so happy to be back! thank you all for the continuous love and support I fucking love this app. this fic hasn't been proof read but oh well, ignore some spelling mistakes, sorry. anyways... ENJOY!!!
Blurb: One where you have a huge crush on your best friend's brother, the one and only charles leclerc, since you were a teenager, with him continuously telling you he was too old for you and you had no chance. You eventually gave up hope and moved on. But did charles? (Best friends brother troop/ slight enemy’s to lovers troop/ Older boy and younger girl)
Warnings: lots of angst, crying, sad y/n and sad Charles. lots of arguments and slight nsfw? but not really. Small age gap.
11.1k words
Arthur leclerc, your best friend since nursery… Your favourite partner in crime, your favourite laugh on a bad day, your favourite person in the whole wide world. Best to be described as home, your comfort person. He was the voice within reason, all that was right in the world.
He's your best friend.
Y/n y/l/n, she was truly and utterly his favourite thing about the world. He counts his lucky stars he has her to help him carry his weight. Y/n was the only person Arthur let visit him when his dad died, and in his books, that made her alright. Sure she would make him want to scream and cry and punch walls, especially with her choice in men. But Arthur was always there for her, when she needed to laugh or to cry he knew what it was she needed at any given moment, he could read her like she was his favourite book.
She was his best friend.
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How it started:
A little girl with puffy red cheeks sat at the bottom of the nursery playground. Her legs crossed on the green summer time grass as she sniffled again, gently plucking a daisy for the ground before adding it to the daisy chain she was making. She liked to say she enjoyed her own presence, but truly she was distracting herself from the lack of company. With the other young girls teasing her for her wild curly hair, she willingly chose to be sat on the grass of the playground alone.
“Hey! Can you teach me how you did that? I wanna make one for my mum!”
And with no regard for her personal space he sat down next to her on the grass, squashing half of her daisy chain, but she didn't tell him that.
He didn't care that she was crying or that she had poofy hair or that she was even a girl, he was eager to learn her talents and carry on with his lunch break.
But when Arthur noticed the signs that the girl was rather shy and sad he thought he would stay with her for the rest of lunch, keep her company.
Little did she know this company wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
And at age five, the pair promised to be friends for life.
It didn't take long for them to get their mothers talking, and after that it was set in stone, playdate after playdate. Arthur's mum became your mum's hairdresser, so there were many nostalgic memories for the two in the salon, especially when y/n would accompany her mother to her appointments. The pair's best memory is y/n letting Arthur cut her hair in the storage cupboard of his mum's shop. The horror on both parents' faces when one of y/n's pig tails were held in the hand of the young boy.
Their friendship only bloomed from there…
After spending almost every weekend watching Arthur and his older brother race in karts in the rain, to spending most afternoons around the leclerc residence playing with Arthur on his xbox, the girl felt like family.
When she was young she always found herself drawn to the middle leclerc. He was away a lot of the time, karting. He was slightly older so no doubt he found the pair childish and would always moan when he was made to spend time with them.
Charles' mother was the first to figure out your little crush on the boy. She first noticed it when you joined the family on a winter skiing trip, you were around thirteen. It was your first time up in the mountains, so when your arms started to wave and you felt your body lean way too far back Charles did the only morally right thing, dropping the glove he was putting on and outstretching his body to catch you in time.
He didn't catch you in time.
Instead his heroic act to save you turned into humiliation when he realised you had taken him down with you.
Pascal carefully watched as you turned around, her eyes glued to yours that were glued to her sons. She watched your tinted red cheeks as Charles scoffed and begged you to get off of him as his bare hands were now engulfed in the thick snow, causing him to suffer with a cold for the rest of the holiday.
Your eyes widened and sparked at the sight of him. You would gaze up at him like he hung the moon and the stars, an expression his mother would soon get used to as she watched you fall for her son over the next few years.
Charles was older, and very uninterested. He didn't find your little crush as cute as everyone else did, the thought it made him look uncool. He would roll his eyes when you would grab his arm or duck when you would try to kiss his cheek. He hated when your families would go out for meals and you would sit next to him, or how you would call him after a race to congratulate him, no matter his result.
Charles always saw you as his little brother's best friend, nothing more and nothing less.
That was until your first boyfriend. A three year age gap wasn't that big of a deal as they all grew older. Charles found himself having mutual friends with his brother and would occasionally bump into Arthur and you at a party.
You were 16, you thought you had met the love of your life, an older boy, he was 18, around charles age who was now 19 and worming his way into f2.
Arthur didn't approve of Joao. He knew you were trying to prove to charles that the age gap isn't that big of a deal after his brother had repetitively told you you were to young for him, but somewhere down the line you found yourself mesmerised by Joaos eyes and that was it for you, charles no longer rented the forefront of your mind.
Joao was great, at first. You knew he wasn't the love of your life, but for the moment he looked to play the role quite well, and you were happy. You just didn't expect it to end like it did, maybe age gaps do matter?
You were at some house party in the hills of monaco, some friend of Joaos. You were downstairs in the kitchen with Arthur as he watched you drink your body weight in alcohol. He could tell something was bothering you but he chose not to mention it. In all your years of friendship he knew you would come to him eventually.
“Where is the lover boy anyway?” he spoke up.
Your lack of response is when Arthur clocked onto your boyfriend being the reason for your excessive drinking. Him ditching you, yet again.
You slammed down your empty red cup, wiping the dribble from your chin as you decided enough was enough and you looked for the presence of your boyfriend.
Arthur bid you good luck on your travels as his attention was now turned to the girl he had been eyeing up across the room.
And with your liquid courage you stumbled around the party. The house was huge. Gigantic windows that draped around the whole house. Everywhere you looked was so picturesque, making you fall in love with Monaco more and more. From the kitchen window you could see the river of lights leading down to the beach front. From the other end you could see continuous hills leading up into the stary sky, tiny specs of light from homes probably just as big and fancy as the one you were currently standing in swarmed your vision, a far cry from the apartment you and your mother shared where your view was a brick wall to another apartment complex.
Your heels were rubbing the back of your ankles as your hands gripped the bottom of your dress pulling it down as it was miles too short as you made your way out to the garden.
And there he sat, on the steps leading to the lit up outdoor pool, your boyfriend. A skinny little blonde girl sat on his knee. She was older than you, clearly. She took the cigarette from his lips and placed it on her own as her other arm draped over his shoulder. It was like this week after week, it was like you were a ghost.
This isn't the young love you put out for, and you decided enough was enough.
You always forgave him, but tonight was different. This night changed everything.
Tears welled in your eyes as you turned back into the house, you were going home. Joao caught a glimpse of this as he jumped up and followed you back into the house, why he would always chase after you you still don't know.
“Y/n, baby stop.” you ignored the sound of his voice as you pushed through the crowds of people to get back to the kitchen in hopes that Arthur was still there. He wasn't.
You made it to the kitchen before he grabbed the back of your arm pushing you against the kitchen island. His hand came up to wipe away a fallen strand of hair as he tucked it behind your ear.
“Come on y/n i didn't even do anything-”
“She was on your lap.” your voice crooked, you so desperately didn't want to be the little girl everyone thought you was and cry, not in front of everyone anyway.
“It's not that big of a deal-”
“It is that big of a deal! I'm humiliated!” you shouted back, creating a scene you so desperately wanted to avoid.
“I just- I just want to go home.” you said in between sniffles.
“Baby, don't cry, let's just go back to mine, okay? I'll call a taxi-”
“No, I want to go home, my home.” you begged, the tears were falling now.
His grip tightened around your arm as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“I need to find Arthur, and I need to go home.” you said, pushing his arm as he still had you pinned against the counter.
“Oh come on y/n, drop the act you know you want to come back to mine.”
You threw your head back dodging his fingers that were trying to touch your hair again, avoiding his eyes.
“Joao let go, you're hurting me.”
That only made his grip tighten around your arms, pushing you against the counter even harder than before. As he leant down to your ear-
“She said let go mate.”
Your vision was too blurry to focus on what happened next, but you felt joao grip loosen as he stood back.
“Yeah and what are you gonna do about it, leclerc?”
That's when punches were thrown and Joao was hunched over holding his busted lip. Joao was grabbed by another person before he could lunge back at who you assumed was Arthur, but as you turned your head you saw a different leclerc shaking his hand. His knuckles were red, and his eyes were darker than the ones you were used to, charles.
“y/n get in the car.” he said, you stood up, sniffing and nodding your head. But then you remembered your missing friend.
“Arthur-”
“I'll get him. Get in the car.” his tone was strong, not what you were used to from the middle leclerc.
You waited by his car in the cold for a few moments just before Charles came out the house, a stumbling tipsy Arthur under his arm. There was pink lip gloss smeared over his cheeks and lips, and at that moment you felt a small smile creep on your face.
However, the car ride home was silent, you sat in the front with Charles, as Arthur passed out in the back seat. Faint french music played from the radio as charles eyes were firmly gripped on the road.
As you rounded the street to your home Charles finally spoke up, “You really know how to pick them.”
You sniffled again, unable to reply to him mainly because he was right and you were embarrassed. As the car came to a stop Charles undid his seat belt mumbling that he would walk you to your door.
He balanced on the back of his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight your tear stained cheeks. Charles thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half an hour, your hair hadn't been brushed and you were rummaging through your purse like a mad woman, he still thought you were pretty. He would never tell you that though.
“Don't tell me you've lost-”
“Got them!” You giggled, shaking your keys in the air before whipping your nose for what felt like the fifth time that night. You stalled as you pushed the key in the door, turning to look Charles in his eye for the first time since the party.
“Thank you-” but he cut you off, not wanting to hear it. You were his brother's best friend, Arthur wouldn't forgive him if he ever watched you in a position like the one that night and didn't do anything.
“Dont.”
“No really, thank you, charles.” You smiled, Charles smiled too, mainly because it was probably the first time you had called him Charles and not charlie.
After a moment you dropped your bag on the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head rested on his chest as he hastily moved his hand and rubbed your back.
“Just make sure the next one isn't a total dick, okay?” he whispered, his chin placed on the top of your head.
He didn't know how much that sentence broke your little 16 year old heart.
You smiled and entered the house, Charles didn’t drive off that street before you waved at him out your window.
On the drive home we looked back at his younger brother, drooling on the back seat of his car.
It was that night where he realised the both of you weren't all that different, but so far apart.
The first time Charles saw you after that night was a couple months later, a family day at the beach. You had turned seventeen in that time and joao was old news. But charles eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sat in the sand on your own. Sipping from a bottle of beer that you most likely stole from his crate, your toes were dipped in the wet sand as you watched the sun set on your own.
Arthur had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, Arthur's attention was stuck on the pretty blonde that was talking to his nan.
The rest of your families were distracted too, or so Charles thought. His mum watched him intently as he walked back to the car park, grabbing a spare jumper from his car before making way down the beach front to join you.
He spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party he just wanted to make sure you were okay.
He crouched down in the sand next to you, aware of how your eyes were on him. He placed the jumper on your legs,
“You're going to get a cold.”
You scoffed but complied. Putting the jumper over your head and pulling at the sleeves, it smelled like him.
“How are you?” you asked charles, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the monegasque sea.
“I'm okay.”
The boys lost their dad a little under a year ago now, you hadn't really seen Charles since. But he knew you hadn't left Arthur's side for them few months.
“How you holding up, really?” you nudged his shoulder with yours, he did his little signature smile before looking down at his lap. Avoiding the question.
“Thank you. For looking after Arthur I mean, he's lucky to have you.”
“Charlie…”
He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn't pressure him to answer your question, insted you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the coastline in silence.
Charles appreciated the silence and the way you didn't push him, moments like these he understood why Arthur loved you so much.
“It will be alright you know.” you hummed on his shoulder.
“I know.” Charles whispered back.
“Really, i can already see Charles leclerc, ferrari formula one driver. Your face will be all over Monaco, and we're all so proud. He'll be so proud.”
Charles hated how much you believed him, because in that moment a nineteen year old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself everything felt impossible.
“Don't forget about me when you're all big and famous, yeah?” you smiled up at him.
Charles looked down at you, his eyes were glossy but the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, he threw his head back in a laugh.
“I dont think I'm ever getting rid of you.”
Now it was your turn to laugh, “at least your self aware charlie.”
After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place.
“y/n..” he whispered, oh how he whispered your name in his little broken accent, your heart melted as he backed away.
“I know, I know.”
You smiled and placed your head back on his shoulders looking at the sun that was nearly gone.
“You know I'm too old for you, right?” Charles whispered as he leaned his head on yours that was resting on his arm.
“I'm in it for the long game leclerc.” Charles giggled as he let his cheek get comfy on your head, pushing his side into you as you fully watched the sun disappear over the sea.
On the night of your 18th birthday Arthur had taken you out to your first club, you drank, alot…
Charles happened to be at the same club, so when your drunk body collided with his you couldn't help but wrap your arm around his torso, clinging onto him.
He gently placed hand on the small of your back smiling as you leaned on him.
Charles was 20 now, soon to turn 21 and had just signed a contract with alfa romeo, he was officially in formula one. Even Though you were proud of him you missed having him around.
You stood on your heels, leaning up to his ear as Charles met your movements and bent down to hear you better in the loud club and your heart fluttered at the small action of his ear hovering near your face.
“I'm eighteen now charlie.” he could hear the smile in your voice.
“I know, happy birthday mon amour.” kissing your forehead, this was the closest you had ever been to him before, and you craved more. He had never called you the nickname before, he was teasing you.
“I'm officially an adult nowwwww.” you longed out his ear before you hand palmed his cheek. You so desperately wanted to kiss him.
“Y/n.” His tone was serious as he caught onto your intentions.
“Y/nnn.” You teased him back, imitating his serious tone and rolling your eyes as you do so.
“I know you want to Charlie, come on…” you giggled at him, but you were drunk and a mess, so the arm around your waist was to stop you from falling flat on your arse not because he just wanted to touch you, you thought. You pushed his hand off you and stood up straight, Charles sighed as he placed his hand back on the small of your back, you looked up at him. The stupid little puppy dog eyes that he refused to listen to.
“I'm too old for you, love.” Charles' hand once again held you close as you started to lose your balance again, “and you're too drunk.”
“Drunk on love.” you exclaimed, Charles laughed, like really laughed and you couldn't help but admire the creases around his eyes. He moved your arm over his shoulder so he could hold you up.
“Let's find Arthur and get you home, okay?” but as Charles pulled away you pulled him back.
“I've waited eighteen years, Charlie, I'm sure I have the patience to wait a bit longer.”
Charles thought maybe you had forgotten that night, but you remembered the way his hand was filmy stuck to the small of your back most of the night, and how he lent down to hear you and how his stubble felt in the palm of your hand, and the butterflies only got worse.
You were falling harder everyday and you hated yourself for it, he didn't like you back.
Charles carried on with his f1 career with alfa romeo that year and you took up a journalism degree, following around arthur as he navigated the world of f3. You would occasionally bump into Charles when the boys had races at the same circuit.
But with his first Monaco race you obviously had to be there to support him.
Charles hated how his heart beat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his garage with your old ferrari cap on and an alfa romeo shirt with the number 16 on the back hugging your chest.
You truly had blossomed into a beautiful young woman and Charles found it harder to stay away. Your hair isn't frizzy anymore and you had for sure gone through puberty, he didn't like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.
The worst part is you hadn't even openly flirted with him in a while, and he couldn't seem to figure out why, and that bothered him so much more than he liked.
The small little y/n that used to follow him everywhere, always latched to his arm, looking up at him with heart eyes. I mean, you weren't sixteen anymore that was sure, but Charles couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment that you weren't head over heels for him anymore.
Charles needed to snake off that weird feelling in his stomach.
You were now 19 about to turn 20, it was the off season and you couldn't wait to soak up some sun on the leclerc yacht. Your favourite summer getaway.
You drove up to the small paddock on a little beach and climbed onto the grey boat, it was charles’, of course. The whole family was there, you were talking to pascal as arthur pulled you around the side of the boat, nearly causing you to break an ankle.
“Erm hello? Watch it.” you scolded him for pulling you so ruffly.
“You're over the whole in love with my older brother thing, right?” he asked, his hand running through his hair.
“I- i why?” you said, clocking your head to the side at Arthurs panicked manor. He knew you had been doing great this year, and he also knew why you declined every single boy that had attempted to ask you out on a date this year.
“Okay, erm,'' Arthur stood up straight and scratched the back of his head.
“Forget your stuff, let's just get off this boat. And er, don't turn around okay?” he tried to nonchalantly say, his hands gripping your shoulders were a dead give away something was wrong though.
You nodded your head and followed Arthur down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.
“Since when have I ever listened to you? I going to read my book on the sun-”
Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Charles, your Charles with a girl.
A pretty girl, beautiful actually, she was slim and perfect and her smile was enough to make you want to crumble in a ball.
She was leaning on him, grabbing his bicep as her hand brushed through his hair, he was laughing like really and truly laughing at whatever it was she had to say and you had never felt emotions like the ones you felt in that moment.
You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out himself, no remorse, and had just served it back to you on a silver platter.
He really didn't want you.
“y/n, i didn't even know he was bringing her i-”
“You knew?”
Arthur sighed before running his hands through his hair, “it's been around four months, mum really likes her, she's nice. I mean she's not you, but he's happy so i can't complain.'' Arthur shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to console you in that moment.
You turned away from the happy couple and sat on the small steps that lead down to the bottom of the yacht. Arthur sat down next to you, pulling your body into his as he wrapped his arm around you.
“What about me? When will I be happy?”
You hadn't realised you were crying until Arthur grabbed your arm and pulled you straight off the boat.
That was your wake up call, you had spent too much of your life waiting for someone that never wanted you. 19 years to be exact, a sad sad story to anyone that knew you. You were embarrassed and angry at yourself.
You needed to actually move on.
So that's what you did.
And that's when you met him, a young british boy, he was around your age and drove for a papaya team that shared the f1 grid with charles.
Lando norris.
He was 20, awkward, way too cocky for only his second year, and when you bumped into him in Bahrain of 2020 you chose him to be the one to make you move on.
He asked for your number a few races later and the two of you used to text all the time. He took you on cute picnic dates, asked if he could kiss you before he did, and overall was the kindest most respectful boyfriend a girl could ask for. You were actually happy, and it only took nineteen years.
It was imola when you bumped into Charles in the paddock, his brother wasn't here so he was confused as to why you were here, but then he saw the McLaren hat on your head and his eyebrows furred evenmore.
“y/n?”
“Hello, charles.” you gave him a tight lip smile before moving past him but he chased after you why you walked down the paddock strip. Past the ferrari garage.
“You're a McLaren fan now, huh?”
“Yep.”
Charles' heart hurt at your bluntness, he grabbed your arm so you would stop walking and talk to him.
“y/n.” serious charles. That stupid tone that usually made you freeze and obey whatever he had to say.
But this time you rolled your eyes and pulled your arm from his grip.
“Charles, I really have to be somewhere.” you lied, checking your watch.
“Like a journalism thing? Why didn't you tell me you were going to be here, you could have flown with me and Joris?” and Charlotte, but he didn't mention that.
You really tried to pull your eyes from the red drivers suit that was wrapped around his hips, he was a ferrari driver now and you had never been more happy for him. You just wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him how proud you were of him.
But right at this moment, you had never wanted to create more distance between you both.
“y/n?”
Both of your heads snapped as Lando ran up to you, you coughed and took a step back from charles.
Landos arm wrapped around your shoulder as he put out a fist for Charles to spud. Charles' eyes were glued to landos arm resting on your shoulder and he could feel the blood pumping in his heart speeding up.
Lando kissed your temple and Charles' eyes were glued to yours.
“Charles.” Lando smiled nodding his head.
“Lando.'' Charles' voice was laced with venom, not that Lando noticed.
“So you guys are?” Charles' eyebrows furred pointing between you both.
“We havent you know, labelled it yet. It's still kind of new” you smiled, it had been months.
“But I'm happy, really happy.” Charles knew that was a message to him, you were happy and he needed to leave you be. But with Lando of all people, Charles couldn't seem to shake this one off.
Charles mumbled something about needing to be somewhere and walked away from you both. Lando again oblivious to the interaction as his arm stayed secured around you and he balabbed on about the race as you walked to the McLaren motorhome.
Charles hated him.
Charles hated himself for his feelings.
He didn't know why he was so bothered, he had never been this bothered, nothing gotten to him like you and Lando just did. Joris told him maybe it was because he had a soft spot for you deep down, he joked that maybe Charles liked you back and Charles ignored him for the rest of the weekend at that accusation. But that didn't mean he didnt ignore his words.
It was over, you grew up and he should feel relieved you've moved on, right?
He broke up with Charlotte a month later.
Charles scoffed when you first bought lando along to family night, he hated how your mum loved his accent and how arthur laughed at all his jokes. He hated that he hadn't caught your eye all night, instead your eyes were glued on the stupid little british boys. Charles hated it, he sat there like a toddler that hadn't gotten their own way all night. He knew it was wrong but he hated his feelings more than he hated lando being sat at his table.
Charles was in the kitchen, he was picking at the leftover pie on the table top as everyone else was outside fawning over one of landos stories, he had really charmed the family.
His mother walked into the kitchen as he was taking a bite of cherry pie looking like a caught child, she laughed at the cherry stains in the corner of his mouth and passed him a tissue.
The pair stood in silence for a moment before Pascal spoke up.
“That's definitely not allowed in your diet, my sweet.” she smirked knowing the driver's strict diet.
“But you won't tell on me maman.” Charles flashed his puppy dog eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. She sighed and moved closer to him as he stood up straight.
“You have a lot on your mind my boy, and don't tell me you don't because I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Maman.” Charles sighed.
“This is about her isn't it?” Charles' eyes refused to look at his mother at her words.
“I don't even need to say her name, it's her, it will always be her.” she smiled as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.
“She's happy, Charles.'' he heard the sternness in his mothers voice.
“So everyone keeps telling me.” Charles scoffed again.
“So then you know you're being an ass, right?”
Charles' eyes widened at his mothers language but she just laughed and waved him off.
“After all the years she spent pining after you, Charles, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.”
“But what if I'm not happy?” he asked his mum, she just sent him a sympathetic smile and grazed his cheek once more.
“Do you love her?”
“I dont know.” Charles shrugged.
“See, it would be cruel to break her heart over this kind of uncertainty. Either you love her or you're just jealous. You have a lot of thinking to do my boy, but don't do anything until you're really sure. She's fragile when it comes to you.”
Charles nodded his head.
His mum was right, he really did have a lot of thinking to do.
And as if on queue there she was, walking into the kitchen, the widest smile on her face as she grabbed another beer from the fridge. She had started to let her curls rome free recently and it was sending charles’ heart into a spiral, with her stupid little shorts and crocs and no doubt she had conned lando into giving her his jumper.
She used to do that to him, Charles thought, remembering all the times you had tricked him into stealing his hoodies.
She smiled at Charles mum and told her again that the food was lovely, nodding at Charles, and she left just as quick as she came in.
“Maman, I'm so in love with her it physically hurts me.”
And there it was, the words you had so desperately wanted to hear your whole life, but you didn't hear a sound as Charles vowed to never say it again out loud. Your happiness came before his.
Charle suffered for a year, he knew he loved you, he had said it out loud once and the vulnerability he felt in that moment knowing you were stood just 15 feet away with the boy you were in love with was enough to make him swear to never voice his feelings again, he was embarrassed and wanted the world to swallow him whole. The worst part was the guilt, he could only feel like he had let one of the best things go, slip straight from his grasp all for a bit of pride. He didn't want to be seen with the young naive girl that had a crush on him, but now he just felt stupid. Stupid that he didn't recognise your love for him sooner, he had always thought you were one of the most amazing humans he had ever met, he found himself looking for you in other people when he didn't even know it. He was stupid, and he knew that for sure.
Charles dedicated the rest of the year to focusing on his f1 seat, with ferrari fucking him and sebastian over and over and after his wins at spa and monza he felt hungry for more and felt that the true love of his life should be formula one.
But his heart hurt when he didn't hear from you after his win in spa, and then it crushed him again when you didn't contact him after his result at monza.
No call.
Not even a text.
He had fully let you slip from his grasp.
It was a long year for Charles that year, and as summer break quickly approached he found girls and training were his favourite pastime. He stopped turning up to family events when he knew lando would be there and you were in love and happy. After a while it was a rarity he would even stay at an event for an hour.
He was 22 and as a new season started the only thing he was talking from lando was his teammate, not that charles was complaining. He liked Carlos, and he was ready to step up and take that 1st driver's seat. He was ready to make everyone proud just like you had promised him that night on the beach.
After a while charles mothers birthday rolled around, one he would definitely not miss as his mother requested a small family meal. Everyone was sitting, looking over the menu when Charles undoubtedly noticed the missing presence of you.
“Where's y/n?” Charles asked Lorenzo, who was sitting next to him.
Lorenzo just shrugged and turned his attention back to his menu, was it normal for you to not attend family outings? Charles hadn't been around for so long he didn't even think to consider that maybe she didn't turn up to these things anymore either.
“With Lando I suppose.” Charles murmured, he tried not to sound jealous but the older brother just laughed.
“Lando?” as he turned to his younger brother.
“Why would she- you really haven't spoken to her have you?” Lorenzo asked, his eyes widening at the thought of his brother being so dumb.
Charles just shrugged his shoulders as he urged his brother to continue.
“They broke up, a while ago actually.”
Charles didnt know why his shoulders felt lighter but he chose to ignore it and try to press some more information out of his brother.
“So? First break up, we've all been there, doesn't mean she can't be here for mamans birthday.'' Charles rolled his eyes as he tried to act like he didn't care.
“She's not even in the country charles.”
Charles' head snapped towards his brothers, “She's taking a gap year, last I heard she was staying in Australia for a while.”
Lorenzo could see the gears turning in charles’ head; he knew he wanted to ask more so he answered for him.
“Hey Arthur, where's y/n these days?” Lorenzo asked his other brother who was at the other end of the table with his girlfriend.
Arthur shrugged before answering, “Still in australia at the moment, she really likes it there, but i told her she cant like it to much because there's no way i'm sitting on a plane for twelve hours every time i want to actually see her face and not on a phone screen.” arthur joked, everyone else laughed along with him for a moment until charles countered up the courage to speak up.
“Why didn't she just travel with formula one? She wanted to be an F1 journalist anyway.”
Arthur's eyes narrowed at his brother.
You definitely hadn't meant to cause it, but there was a small crack in between the brothers' relationship within the last year. Arthur definitely blamed Charles and his stupid effects on you for you running away.
“She wanted to be away from f1 for a while.'' Arthur told his brother like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world, hoping to squash this table subject, not really wanting to talk about his run away best friend.
“I mean I don't blame her, especially when her Lando ended like it did. She's living her best life.” Carla, Arthurs girlfriend chimed in. Arthur slightly winced at his girlfriend's words not wanting this to be the dinner conversation tonight, especially when Charles clearly knew nothing about y/n's life within the last year.
“What?'' Charles asked the table, but no one answered him, instead everyone's heads were down dead planted down at the table, everyone except for Carla who had no idea what she had just started.
“Why did no one tell me what's been going on?” charles raised his voice slightly, catching the attention from everyone else on the table.
Charles mother intervened knowing where this was going, “charles, not right now-”
“No, she's been going through something and no one even thought to mention it? What the fuck.”
Arthur was visibly turning red, Charles noticed as Lorenzo's head was shaking telling his little brother now wasn't the time, pleading Arthur to just bite his tongue.
“Say it arthur.”
The flame was lit.
“And who do you think upset her in the first place, charles?” Arthur tutted, picking up his menu pretending to scan it so he didn't have to pay attention to the conversation anymore.
“Drop it, arthur.” Lorenzo sternly interrupted.
“Considering no ones told me anything how the fuck am i supposed to answer that question?” Charles spat back at his brother.
Arthurs cheeks were a visible red now, he was about to blow up. Something he had been holding in for a while. He slammed his menu down and turned to look at his older brother.
“You know what Charles, you have no right! No fucking right, sorry maman for the language-” charles mum just put her hands up in defence as she let her youngest son get it all off his chest.
“She loved you, and you constantly broke her heart and told her no and then when she was finally happy in a relationship you had to go tell the world you love her so much that ‘it physically hurts you!” Arthur mugged his brother's words.
Charles was shocked, he had no idea what was happening.
No one knew of his feelings towards you, no one except- charles head snapped towards his mother who pulled a tight lip smile and just shaked her head in a no. Charles was about to deny deny deny when-
“Yeah, she heard it. And it fucking broke her charles. It was mean and it was selfish, and I've never despised someone more than you for what you did to MY best friend.”
“Arthur-”
“I'm not finished. Then you have the decency to finally come to a family meal for the first time in nearly a year, nearly a year charles! And ask about her like you didn't completely cut her and us out of your life? You're selfish, completely and utterly selfish charles.”
Charles sat at the table pale, he felt the colour drain from his face as he scrambled to find the words to say but his mouth didn't open.
“You really do pick and choose your moments brother, I don't know why I even came tonight, I'm sorry maman but I told you I wouldn't be able to sit in a room with him.”
Arthur stood up, he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and took Carla's hand in the other.
“I'm really sorry maman, and everyone else, happy birthday, i guess.” Arthur gave his mother a hug and walked out of the restaurant with carla. Leaving everyone else at the table in pure shock.
Especially Charles, he had know idea what to say, he looked up at his mother opposite him who looked at him with sympathy.
“My sweet boy, I'm sorry to say it but there was some truth to your brother's words. I told you she was fragile.”
Charles felt awful.
Charles felt like he was going to cry at the table.
It had been a long year for Charles, he had groveld for the most of it, thinking you were happy somewhere while Lando flew you anywhere and everywhere around the world. Now he came to think of it, maybe there was a better reason for the young mclaren driver avoiding him.
He wasn't really friends with Lando, but his teammate, Carlos was close with the boy and whenever there was an offer for the three of them to hang out Lando magically had something come up and couldn't attend.
It all made sense now. Even the fact he hadn't seen you in the paddock, he thought maybe you were caught up in your studies, oh how he was wrong.
He sat at the table for the rest of the meal, and with every passing comment he didn't think he could sink more into his chair.
He was an awful person, he thought.
When the family were leaving the restaurant Charles hugged his family members, swallowing the anxiety and embarrassment down.
He looked over at Lorenzo who sent him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Tonight wasn't supposed to go like that, i told arthur to just drop it i-”
“No, it's okay. I deserved it.”
“I dont know, you fucked up, but you didnt need to run, nether did she.'' Lorenzo, his older brother shrugged.
“What happened? With her and lando." Charles pushed.
“alot .” lorezono chucked.
“I don't know if it's my place to-” enzo sighed at that stupid little puppy dog face his younger brother was pulling.
“I'm pretty sure she cheated on him, Arthur said as she fell into a bit of a hole. So the only thing she really could do was just leave Monaco for a while. She seems good, Charles, healthy and happy." Lorenzo shrugged, watching as Charles' eyes widened and he latched onto every word.
“If it's any closure she's not mad at you, Arthur, well I'm sure he would be he loves y/n like a twin sister, but she's not mad at you. She was just confused and hurt.”
“If i call her-'' Charles started but his voice flattened as he realised it would ne dumb to contact you.
“Call her Charles, I'm sure she would be happy to hear from you.”
You knew what today was, arthur's molthers birthday. You had called her in the morning sending her your love and wishes, she told you that Charles was attending the meal and Arthur would be on his best behaviour, little did you know.
You wondered if Charles knew what you were up to, if pascal or lorenzo had been keeping him in the loop.
You were at the beach, cocktail in hand and book in the other, your earphones were in as you hummed to the faint sound of the music and read, but you were disturbed when the rigging was a call from your phone echoing through your earphones, charles.
Pick it up.
Pick it up.
You couldn't do it.
Your body froze in place, you pulled your airpods out, throwing down your book, not caring that you lost the page you were on. You took in a deep breath and picked up your phone, and just as your thumb hovered over the answer button, the ringing stopped.
He had called you?
You needed a moment to think about what you were going to say to him, what he would say.
You so desperately wanted to hear his voice, it had been a year, and you wondered if that was enough time for feelings to vanish.
You looked out at the calm seas for a moment, did you really want to fall back into a loop of pining for him like a puppy. You loved him, loved, past tense. You were a grown woman now, so you opened your phone and called him back.
Ringing.
“Hello?” his voice echoed through the phone.
“Charles?”
You heard his sigh of relief over the phone, and your heart melted all over again, he hadn't even spoken yet, but the closeness of his presence made it all too real.
“I'm sorry.”
He's sorry?
“Charles-”
“I'm sorry, okay. Arthurs right, I was mean and I was selfish and you deserved so much more than what I did to you. From the bottom of my heart y/n/n, I'm so so incredibly sorry.”
“It's- it's okay.”
You forgave him.
“It's not.”
There was a silence that lingered for a moment.
“What I said, what you heard, it wasn't supposed to happen like that. I really didn't want it to happen that way.” he pleaded over the phone, his breathy voice echoing through the speaker.
“I want to see you.”
More silence.
“Please, y/n.”
“Okay.”
More silence.
“Soon, okay.” There was promise to your words.
“Soon.” he repeated, as though it was something for him to hold onto.
Soon.
“When I'm ready Charles I'll come home, I'm just not ready yet.” you winced at your own words because you so desperately wanted to see him too.
“Then don't come home- i'll come to you, i'll catch the next plane if i have too just tell me where you are-”
“Charles, I'm not ready yet.” you interrupted him.
Silence.
Charles wanted to cry, hearing your voice and knowing you were just within reach he wanted to see you, hold you, apologise as much as you would allow him to. He wanted to kiss you and hug you and love you forever, but you weren't ready.
“I'll wait for you, okay? Soon or not.” his voice cracked, and god did it melt your heart.
“I'll see you soon charlie.”
This was feeling a little too much like a goodbye for charles.
“y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“Am I too late?’
“Time doesn't apply when it comes to you.” and Charles had hope. He hadn't fully let you slip, yet.
Charles would now spend every waking moment wondering how soon was soon?
But after a while he figured ‘soon’ was a little long, three more months to be precise.
You had left Australia, travelled around more like you wanted to, and you came back to Monaco just before the end of the f1 season.
Charles was already in Abu Dhabi by the time you landed back in monaco.You had asked everyone to not tell him of your arrival.
You were sitting with Arthur in his mothers living room, just like the old days. You told him about your travels while he updated you on his love life and gossip in the paddock.
You had missed this.
And it wasn't until pascal passed you a warm cup of tea and sat with the two of you, sharing her own gossip from the hair salon you realised how much you were ready to be home again.
Arthur had run to his room quickly to grab his trophies to show you and as he walked out of the room your eyes lingered on the suitcases by the door.
“You're going to Abu dhabi?” you asked pascal.
“Tomorrow.” she smiled at you.
Pascal could visibly see the gears turning in your head, she placed a hand on your knee and smiled up at you.
“I don't want to pressure you y/n, and i know you just got back but you should consider it.”
You knew what she meant and you nodded at her with a small smile, and Arthur came back.
You went home a few hours later and sat in your room, if you go you'll see him, but you're going to see him at some point regardless.
You felt vulnerable.
So completely scared, but that didn't stop you from texting Arthur that night telling him you were going to join him and his family tomorrow.
You were going to see him.
Your time was up.
You were ready.
You meet up with the leclerc family at the airport in the early hours of the morning, your suitcase gripped in your hand as you were mentally preparing yourself to sit on the plane and go over any and every possible outcome this weekend could have.
Arthur sat with Carla at the front, and Pascal was fast asleep. But the chair next to you suddenly became occupied when you looked up and saw the eldest leclerc.
“You look well, y/n.” he smiled down at you.
“Thank you.” you smiled back at lorenzo.
“I think the time away did you good, no?”
“yeah, i really needed some space, but now i'm back and just feeling a little..” you stumbled on your words, struggling to describe your emotions.
“Overwhelmed?”
“Yeah, exactly that.”
“Does he know you're coming?” you knew the ‘he’ lorenzo was referring too.
“I dont think so.”
“He's going to be happy to see you.” lorenzo nudged your shoulder.
“I hope so.” you nervously chucked.
You took in a deep breath and looked back at the eldest leclerc brother, “I'm just anxious, I have no idea how this weekend will pan out. The next time I'll be back on this plane going home I could be happy, sad, crying or planning to run away again. I just feel so lost.”
“Lost isn't a bad thing.'' Lorenzo shrugged.
“He's just as lost as you y/n, trust me. I just hope you both figure it out, you both deserve the peace of mind. And if this all goes to shit, you still got on this plane today and tried.”
“I just don't want to get my hopes up.”
“Then don't, sometimes things aren't just meant to be.”
That's what was worrying, you had loved this man for years, and now was the deciding day if he loved you back or not and you don't know if you were ready to give up the fantasy of him
being the love of your life up yet.
You weren't mentally prepared for the shit outcome of this story, you didn't know if you could handle Charles breaking your heart another time.
When the plane landed and the warm air hit your skin you took in a deep breath. Time to face the music.
You went straight to your hotel, it was a Friday so Charles was about to participate in fp1 by the time you turned up to the track.
The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of happy fans filled your ears, you had missed being in the paddock more than you knew. This place was your home.
You were walking with Arthur and Carla when your name was called, judging by the accent you knew it wasn't the monegasque, it was the papaya coloured boy running up to you.
You told Arthur and Carla you would catch up with them as you stopped and smiled at lando who had now reached you.
“Hey.” he smiled.
“Hey.” you smiled back awkwardly.
“Listen lando, you deserve an explanation-”
“It's okay y/n, we were young, it was a while ago you’re forgiven.” Lando chuckled as he poked your shoulder.
“But that doesn't mean what I did was okay, you deserve more than what I gave you.”
Lando gave you a sympathetic smile.
“Consider it done with, okay? No hard feelings.”
You smiled up at the British boy, he looked good, he seemed well and that made your guilt feel a little less painful.
“I erm, I have a girlfriend actually, she's great, her names luisa.”
You watched as he lips upturned at the mention of his girlfriend, he was smitten.
“I'm happy for you landini.”
You both laughed for a moment, the free air was nice. Seeing lando meant there was a weight lifted off your shoulders.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing, I didn't want things to be awkward.” he said.
“I don't think I could ever be awkward around you.” Lando smiled at your words.
“Are you still thinking about becoming an F1 journalist?” he asked, remembering how it was your dream, he had also hoped your disappearance in the paddock for the last year wasn't his doing, stopping you from reaching your dream.
You smiled as he remembered, “I'm working on it.”
“Well i hope i see you around more often then, you deserve it y/n, really.”
Lando was getting called from the other end of the paddock as he had to be in his car within the next 10 minutes, you both shared a hug and it felt nice to feel comfortable with him.
His hands squeezed your back before saying a quick bye and skipping down the paddock.
As he pulled away and walked past, your eyes connected with them all to familiar grey ones you were so nervous to see.
Charles.
He didn't seem too happy though.
He had just watched you smile and laugh with your ex in the middle of the paddock and then hug him bye, even though you thought nothing of it, Charles' mind was spinning.
There he was, a tight lipped smile right opposite you. He had grown out his stubble and he looked tired. You knew he hadn't had the best of seasons with Ferrari, you didn't keep up with it too much, it upset you that his childhood team had failed him massively.
He nodded his head and followed his press officer in the opposite direction, but you weren't going to let him go just yet.
“Charles, wait!”
And before you could process it you were running, sprinting down the paddock after him, but he had already disappeared into ferrari hospitality.
“Shit.” you mumbled as you jogged down to the garages in hopes of catching up with him.
You scanned your pass and walked into the back of the garage Pascal had walked up to you and grabbed your hand.
“You need to put some headphones on dear, it gets loud in -”
“Pascal, where did he go?” you asked her frantically, like a mad woman out of breath.
“Charles?”
“yes!”
A slight smile just appeared on her face as she turned around, “Be quick dear, I think I can see him putting his balaclava on.” She pushed your shoulder and you walked around the red barrer that clearly said ‘no public entry’.
“You can't be back here, ma'am.” a security officer grabbed the back of your bicep.
“No, I need to get through, it's an emergency.” you whined, pulling your arm from his grip.
“I'm sorry ma’am, it's a safety hazard.” the man's grip tightened on your arm as he pulled you away from the back of the garage. You pushed off him but his grip only improved as he swept you off the floor, lifting you up at your attempt to run. You kicked your legs like a child learning to swim and kicked arms that trapped you.
“If you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to remove you from the garage.” he said, trying to dodge your feisty little kicks.
“And If you don't get your slimy huge hands off me right now i'm going to-”
“y/n?!”
Your head snapped at the sound of your name, Jorris, Charles' best friend.
“Jorris, oh thank god!”
“She's okay, she can come in.” Jorris grabbed your other hand and wiggled you away from the huge security man's grip as he dropped you back to the floor. You brushed off your dress and gave the security man a dirty look before turning to Charles' best mate.
“Jorris, where is he?” your breathing was rapid and your heart beat feeling like it was thumping out your chest.
“y/n you really shouldn't.” he sent you a sympathetic smile.
“Please.” you pleaded with him. After seeing you try to fight a six foot five security man Joris really didn't want to feel the wrath of you right now, so he complied.
“You have five minutes, follow me.” he led you through the back of the garage.
Whenever Charles got in the car he liked to be left alone to his own devices, it was his switch off time, but you knew on some occasions he didn't mind the company, you just needed to talk to him, tell him you were here for him. You didn't want him getting in the car overthinking that you were here for lando.
And before you knew it, there he was, standing in front of you, you were painting out of breath with your hands on your knees as you looked up at him.
Charles giggled as you held up a finger to let him know you were still getting your breath back. He pulled his ear pieces out of his ear and zipped up the rest of his race suit.
“I hate to rush you, but I have to be in the car in four minutes.” Charles frowned, “and four minutes aren't enough for what I have to say to you, y/n.”
“Let's keep it short and sweet then.” you stood up straight and smiled at the boy.
“Im sor-” he started but you cut him off.
“That's not what I meant by sweet.”
Charles squeezed his eyes and winced at his name being called behind him, he opened his eyes and saw you beaming up at him and he knew he was in love, he just wasn't going to tell you yet, especially not if he had just witnessed you make up with lando. Lando made you happy, Lando didn't break your heart on multiple occasions like he had. Charles wouldn't blame you if you went back to the British driver.
You tilted your head to the left and smiled at Chris, Charles' manager. He was pointing at his watch and tapping his foot.
You looked back at Charles and took in a deep breath, you stood on your tip toes and placed your arms on his shoulders, gently placing a kiss to his cheek.
Your soft lips connecting with his ruff stubble is something Charles cherished, he couldn't wipe the Cheshire cat grin off his face.
“I know it's only a practice session, but good luck out there charlie.”
“Thank you.” he smiled, trying to hide his blush. He couldn't believe he was blushing and how the roles had reversed between the two of you.
“What about lando?” he had to ask, it was on his mind.
“I'm not standing next to Lando wishing him good luck right now, am i?” you smirked at him.
Charles smiled before looking back at his manager, he bent down and kissed your forehead like he had done a thousand times, but this time it felt different, electric, it felt like love. It was love.
“I'll be waiting for you, okay?” you told him.
Charles smiled to himself, he wasn't too late.
If anything was on Charles' side that day it wasnt timing. Charles finished fp2 with a few flying laps and a heavy heart, his first plan was to find you but his press officer had forced him to do interviews, and then he had a meeting and then he had checked his watch and it was way past nine and he knew you were probably back at the hotel by now.
He huffeed as he left his meeting, grabbing his jumper and keys and saying goodbye to the engineers that were going to work on the car overnight.
He had it all planned in his head, he was going to get some flowers on the way home, knock on your hotel door and ask you on a date.
“Charles!” called out his manager, he really hoped he didn't have to stay in this hell hole any longer, he just wanted to leave the track and get his girl.
“What?” he huffed.
“She waited.”
“What?” Charles repeated, his manager now having his full attention.
Charles caught the way his manager's lips turned into a devilish smirk, but he wasn't looking at Charles, yet something behind him. When he whipped his head around there you were, his heart thumped at the massively oversized ferrari jacket one of the staff must have given you to keep you warm while you waited.
You just smiled at him and waited for him to walk to you, but charles sprinted, he was a man on a mission and when he got to you his hands slipped around your waist, pulling you up in the air for a moment before he dropped you back down, his hands still remaining tightly wrapped around your torso.
He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before placing his forehead on yours.
“Take what's yours charlie.” you smiled.
Charles' thumb gently traced over your plump bottom lip before he placed his hand on your cheek, smiling like an idiot.
He slowly grazed his lips on your before gently adding pressure and connecting your soft lips with his in a quick kiss. A kiss that was full of smiles as Charles pulled you as close to him as possible. Towering over you as he kissed you unlike he had kissed anyone ever. The way your lips moved in sync with his was magic to him, it had never felt like this before.
He pulled back letting you get some air, before using that as leverage to stick his tongue in your mouth, he put all his power and passion into the kiss and it was just as you imagined him to be with you. Sensual and passionate.
Your hands ran along his shoulders and up to his head where you gently tucked on his hair. Charles groned on your lips and eventually pulled back, he giggled as he placed his forehead on yours again.
“All mine, finally.” He said through a wide smile.
“I've always been yours…”
Thank you for reading!! Here’s a gif of baby Charles because this is how i imagined him when y/n had her teenage crush. Bare faced and spiky hair🥹
summary: someone particularly famous shows up at the game but who could she be watching?
a/n: greatly inspired by the love story we are witnessing at the current times, if you don’t know what i’m talking about what are you doing with life!
Our secret moments in a crowed room
Good evening Australia and viewers today we will be taking on the mighty Matilda’s take on their rivals France in the pre lim finals for the Women’s World Cup. Now this has been an exciting week leading up to this game as speculation of a bit of drama off the field has been building hasn’t it Travis.
Certainly right Peter, never had I heard so much pre noise before a match not discussing the game! Even I’m excited to see whether she’ll show up and I know thousands hell even millions are streaming in tonight just to see if we can get a glimpse of her.
Now if you aren’t sure what we are referring to then which seriously Travis you would have to be living under a rock to not know but, there have been some hugeee speculation in the media this week on Matilda’s captain Sam Kerrs love life.
Certainly right Peter and now we are all gathered here tonight to see whether this speculation could be true.
Obviously to watch the game as well right Trav.
PREVIOUSLY DURING THE WEEK
“Sam I just want you to understand what this means if we do this” Y/n paced around the shared hotel room.
She knew how many of her relationships had fallen from the outcome of this discussion, the yes or no answer which had ultimately determined the make or break.
“Baby I know what it means, I know who you are and I love you for it. I’m not afraid of a little media coverage” Sam smirked trying to hug the girl from behind, she could feel the stress oozing from her.
Y/n sighed the pain in head blinding her, the thoughts she knew she would come back flooding into her head.
this is the end of you relationship she’s not going to love you after this you’re getting left again
“I don’t want to loose you Sammy” the girl whimpered out so quietly and meakly.
Sam’s eyes immediately soften she now faced her beautiful girlfriend towards her squeezing her with all the love she had.
“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, why don’t we wait until the next game for you to come hmm? We both know me and the girls are going to make it through” She exclaimed proudly sticking out her chest, Y/n’s thoughts subsided and she chuckled at her girlfriend.
Y/n grabbed her face, and left a long sweet kiss against her lips. Although she didn’t say it Sam felt her silent thank you, but what she didn’t know what Y/n was a wonderful actress.
PRESENT
“You getting nervous yet Sammy” Kat nudged her with her shoulder whilst they were in their circle stretching.
“I don’t believe in nerves you shoukd know that by now” Sam smirked sticking her tongue out, getting a laugh out of a couple of the girls.
“No she just pulls world famous singers, seriously dude I need help from you next time we are out” Mary sighed walking over to Alannah to do leg swings.
“What ?!? I heard you were dating Nathan Cleary this week Mar?” Macca shouted walking out from the toilets, causing Mary to turn bright red.
She muttered something about at least she was getting some, but by that point it was time for the girls to walk out.
Sam sent Y/n one last text before heading out.
sassysoccerpants: you’ll see me in a second baby wish me luck 🍀
sexysingersaucy: i’m keeping my eye on you honey! 🩷
Sam walked out and sat on the bench as the girls ran onto the field, she was practically bouncing from how excited she was to get onto the field after her injury. .
Suddenly a sound erupted around the arena one she had never heard before, it was like every person at once was screaming it was deafening. The game hadn’t even started all the coaches looked bewildered as to what was happening.
Sam stood up she walked with Hailey over to the side of the field so she could see into the crowd it looked as if they were all looking up to the premium boxes.
“Maybe the PM is here?” Haley said trying to peer up to what was going.
“No usually they announce it?” Sam stated equally as confused as Hailey.
Just then the cameras on the screen panned to the box and there she stood.
Sam threw her head back and laughed she placed her hand on her heart never feeling so giddy and proud. She mouthed her disbelief, “There she is”
All the girls on the field had a ear splitting smile and started nudging each other and clapping up towards the box.
The announcers came over the stadium,
“Let’s give a big australian welcome to ms Y/n L/n” the crowd erupted once more.
Sam was now on the big screen showing a big kiss and wave to her girlfriend.
Y/n smiled down from the box holding baby Harper on her hip.
“No more secrets now Harps” she chuckled but she knew Sam would stay.
summary: after so many negatives, you and sam finally get your two lines
pairing: mum!sam kerr x fem!reader
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"what does it say?"
"it's not showing up yet sam"
"well, what the fuck?" her voice got louder. you sat against one side of the bathroom door, sam on the other. this was your sixth round of reciprocal ivf and you were awaiting the results of the three tests you had just taken.
"its been like thirty seconds sam" you closed your eyes, trying not to get annoyed with her.
"it says its a one minute test!” she argued. you both sat in silence after that, the nerves of another possible negative test looming over your heads.
"has it been a minute yet?" she asked, knowing she had counted well over thirty in her head, but you hadn’t said anything yet.
you sighed, leaving your eyes closed. "im scared sam" you said quietly, she could still hear you through the door.
sam rested her head against the wood, taking a deep breath in. "it's gonna be fine" she told you.
"we say that every time" you reminded her, "what happens if it's negative again?". that question was becoming a familiarity to you both. the heartbreak of one line over and over again had dampened your hopes for two.
"fingers crossed that its not” she shrugged, trying to stay somewhat positive for you both, mainly for you.
“and if it is?” you were scared to ask, but knew that it had to be put out there.
“.. and if it is” she sighed, “we try again”.
“how did it go?” katrina asked sam as soon as she walked into the change rooms the next morning. she had been clued in on your entire journey. kat had been planning her own ivf process for 2021, after the olympics. she knew how hard this must be for you. katrina was a total rock for you and sam throughout all your negative tests. she and you had formed an unspoken bond, knowing you both wanted the same thing more than anything in the world.
“negative” sam sighed, chucking her duffle bag down in front of her locker.
“im sorry sam” katrina said softly, not wanting to pull too much attention. lots of the girls were already looking sam’s way. majority of the team knew that you and sam were trying to have a baby, that majority knowing how much you were struggling too.
“its’s alright, we’ll get there” sam sat down on the bench in front of her cubby, resting her elbows on her legs. “y/n is taking it pretty hard though. she’s really upset about it” sam rubbed her hands over her face. mackenzie and alanna shooting her sorry looks from across the room.
“i can imagine, poor chicky” kat sat down next to sam, putting an arm around her. if the team didn’t know your latest round was unsuccessful, they did now. your first round the team waited with anticipation for sam to come into training with the good news, but instead were met with a solemn headshake and a silent sam for majority of the day. now they knew when she was having a hard time with it, they could all tell. it just sat in her body.
“but how are you?” sam sighed as she looked up at kat.
“i don’t even know to be honest,” she shrugged.
“sammy” katrina sighed, knowing she was really struggling.
“i just feel so bad” sam sniffed, trying not to cry in front of her team. “like if i could carry the baby i would, but-“ sam cut herself off, wiping her eyes quickly.
“it’s not practical for you” katrina was lucky. her pregnancy was something she wanted for herself, she knows not every woman wants to, or has the capacity to, carry a child- sam being one of those people. she had too much on, too much pressure weighing on her shoulders. “y/n knows that, she would never ask that of you” katrina whispered, rubbing sam’s thigh trying to comfort her captain.
“she’s been so good about it, i can’t even explain how understanding she was” sam leant back, pushing her weight against the back of her cubby. “she’s made this massive sacrifice for us and i feel like i can’t even help her” she hadn’t been able to get this off her chest for weeks now. it felt refreshing having someone to talk to. someone who wasn’t you, because sam knew you would just take it on too. she couldn’t do that to you when you were already struggling so much.
katrina sighed, “you just have to be there for her, you know?”.
“i’m trying” sam nodded, “it’s really messing with her”.
“it would be hard”
“im distraught every time i look at another negative test” she scoffed, “i can’t even imagine how hard it would be for her”.
“she’s a strong girl, sam” kat offered her a small smile. “maybe she could talk to tameka about it? i know kirsty and her have had a few negative rounds,” she offered, “they might be able to help each other”
“yeah, you’re right” sam nodded, letting out a sigh, “i’m just so worried about her”.
“i wanna talk to you about something”
“that doesn’t sound good” sam looked up from her phone. you had walked into the living room and sat across from sam on the ottoman. you had a defeated look on your face, sam knew this look.
“i think-“ you sighed, “i think after this round we stop for a while”.
it was a big call to make. but you weren’t sure you could keep going after this round, not before taking some time anyway. it was getting too hard on you. you couldn’t do the one thing you were supposed to do. you felt like a failure. you needed to breathe before you could face that kind of disappointment again.
“i-if it doesn’t work?” sam asked. you had just had another embryo transfer completed last week before flying out to london for sam to begin training for her next game at chelsea. you had been flying back and forth for your appointments in fremantle, finally just landing back in london a few days ago.
“if it doesn’t work” you nodded.
sam turned her body to face you, grabbing your hands in hers. “are you sure?” she asked.
“i just, i think we should take a break” you wearily met sam’s gaze, “for little while”
there were a few moments of silence before sam spoke again, “okay”.
“you’re okay with that?” you asked her, raising your eyebrows at her.
“i’m okay with whatever you wanna do” sam offered you a smile, holding onto your hand tightly.
“you’re not gonna be mad?” you ask, a little nagging voice at the back of your head getting louder and louder.
“babe, as long as you’re okay i’m happy” sam brought you into her arms, leaning back against the couch as she cradled your head in her arms. “we can try again whenever, we can adopt- there are so many ways to have our baby” she kissed your forehead, whispering against your skin, “it’s gonna be okay”.
“i’m sorry i can’t do it sam” you voice wavered as you whispered to her.
“you’re so stupid” she chuckled softly, trying not to cry. “c’mere” she pulled the rest of your body into her lap so she could hold you closer.
“i’m so sorry” you whispered again.
“shh, i love you” sam closed her eyes as she held you, grateful for having you, baby or no baby.
“i love you too”
“you’re gonna be the best mum when the time comes” she shook her head in disbelief, “it’ll come”.
“and if it doesn’t?”
“we’re not thinking like that” she ignored your anxious thoughts.
“okay miss positivity” you chuckled. sam smiled hearing you laugh again for the first time all day.
“i’m holding up the fort” she shrugged.
“mm, something like that” you smirked.
“do you want me to make pasta for dinner tonight?” you held your phone to your shoulder as you shuffled through your kitchen pantry for food that you could use to rustle sam and you up for dinner tonight.
“please? can we do bolognaise?” she asked. sam had left early for training this morning, leaving you with the morning to laze around before making her breakfast for when she gets back home.
“yeah sure, i have to go to the shops but-“ you phone buzzed against your ear, another call coming in. “-one sec, sam. i’m getting another call, i’ll text you okay?”.
“yeah, i love you”
“i love you more” you hung up on sam, quickly answering the other call before it rang out. “hello?” you asked.
“hi is this y/n l/n?” you knew who was on the phone. you mustn’t have registered the australian number coming through, but you recognised the receptionists voice instantly.
“that’s me,” you sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“it’s rebecca from the fremantle fertility clinic, how are you today?” she asked, no doubt with the same warm smile she always greeted you with whenever you went in for your treatments.
“fine, thanks”
“i’m just getting in contact with you to see the results of your embryo transfer. dr kim has been counting down the days till your two weeks was up, she asked me to call before the day was up” she chuckled on the other end of the phone. dr kim had been your doctor throughout your entire ivf journey, she was kind and compassionate and always made you feel better whenever you had to come back with the result that neither of you wanted.
“that’s nice of her,” you smiled softly, thinking about your doctor and how happy she always was to see you and sam. “i uh- i haven’t actually taken a test yet, i’ve just flown back to london and been really busy. i haven’t thought about it” you lied. you hadn’t had any symptoms, so you just brushed it off. you weren’t ready to face another negative test just yet.
“oh, okay” she sounded a little taken aback, probably not used to mothers not taking tests the first chance they get. “well, once you find the time, make sure to call up and let us know the results, so dr kim can discuss your next steps together. good luck!” she cheered on the other end of the phone.
“thanks so much,” you smiled, “have a good one”
“you too!”
“smells good!” sam said when she walked through the front door to your apartment later that morning. she had her training kit on and her duffle bag in hand, she dropped in by the door heading straight for you.
“better than it would if you were in here,” you joked, letting her kiss you on the cheek as you flipped over her egg.
“rude”
“how was prac?” you asked, looking at her toast that just popped.
“fine, nothing special” she grabbed it out and started buttering it, “how was your day?”.
“same, really” you shrugged, “give me five minutes and this will be done for you”.
“this is mine? you’re good to me” she smiled putting the toast down, smitten at the idea of you making breakfast for her to come back to.
“sometimes” you chuckled. sam came up behind you and wrapped her arms tight around your chest, squeezing you close to her.
“ah” you hissed, pushing her off of you.
“what’s happened?” sam asked quickly, looking over you.
“my boobs are sore, just squeezed me hard” you put a hand on your chest, chuckling. you stopped when you saw sam’s eyes widened.
“y/n,” she said slowly. it took you a second to see what she was getting at, but it hit you fast and all at once.
“oh my god” you dropped the spatula on the kitchen floor.
“holy shit” sam whispered, ignoring the utensil on the floor she grabbed your hands instead.
“do you think-“ you said slowly.
“fuck, let’s go” she pulled you towards your bathroom.
“where are they?” sam shuffled through the cupboards in your ensuite, looking for the boxes of pregnancy tests she knew would be lying around somewhere.
“second drawer” you told her, bouncing up and down nervously.
“why do we own so much shit?” sam panicked as she pushed random things out of the way as she searched for them.
“here,” you moved sam away and looked yourself, pulling a test from the box at the back of the drawer; the last one. “okay” you sighed, taking the plastic test out of the wrapping.
“fuck,” sam sighed nervously, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub across from you.
you quickly pulled down your shorts and sat on the toilet. “stop looking at me” you said to sam embarrassed.
“i’ve literally seen you naked thousands of times” she argued.
“and i literally don’t care, i get pee-shy. now close your eyes” you swatted at her. she laughed, pushing away your hands.
“whatever,” she smile.
“shut the fuck up” you whispered, “i can’t pee”.
“yes you can” she argued, her eyes now closed.
“sam i actually can’t” you said as you held the test in the bowl.
“fuck me” sam sighed, rushing out of the bathroom. she came back in with her drink bottle and passed it into your free hand, “here, chug it”.
“thanks” you whispered. popping the top of her water bottle and taking a big swig, and then another.
“now push” she said.
“that’s not how peeing works” you snapped at her, on the verge of becoming a nervous wreck.
“that’s exactly how it works, now can you pee?” she asked. you tried it, you felt stupid but you tried.
“yes shh,” you put one of her hands up to her face to cover her eyes again.
“did you push?” she smirked knowingly.
“sam, shut up”
“i told you it works”
“shh!” you put the cap back on the test and rested it on on the bathroom counter.
“how long do these ones take?” sam bounced her knee. you flushed the toilet and washed your hands, trying your best not to freak out and flip it over already.
“they’re three minute ones” you told her.
“what happened to the quick ones?” she asked, almost insulted that this test, quite possibily the most important one, would take longer than the other ones you had.
“we used them all last transfer cycle” you told her, now leaning both of your hands on the bench, looking down at the up-turned pregnancy test.
“do they come up with lines or crosses?” she looked over the box, trying to find a picture or a diagram.. or something that would help her panic less.
“these ones are lines” you told her.
“two lines, come on” she held up her fist, cheering “lets go”. sam wanted this more than anything. if it didn’t work, so be it. but if it did, she didn’t know what she was going to do.
“it’s not football sam” you looked back at her.
“this is more exciting than any football game” sam finally stood up and wrapped her arms around your waist.
“okay,” you whispered. sam could see how many thoughts were racing through your head.
“do you have any other symptoms?” she tried to distract you for the time being.
“i had some spotting the other day, but i just thought it was nothing because i’ve had it before, and the tests been negative” you admitted.
sam couldn't help herself, “fuck, we’re gonna have a baby”.
“sam don’t say that, we don’t know yet” you didn’t want to jinx it.
“three minutes” she whispered.
“three minutes and then you can say whatever you want, okay?”
“okay” sam nodded, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
“fuck” you sighed, “what if it’s negative again?”
“that’s okay too,” sam rested her chin on your shoulder as you looked in the mirror at each other.
“i love you sam” you told her, the familiar feeling of fear coming back to haunt you.
“i love you so much more” she smiled at you softly, “i promise”.
“has that been three minutes?” you asked, almost getting as impatient as her.
“surely” she said, knowing it definitely hadn’t been. she just couldn’t help herself.
“do you want me to look or you to look?” you looked at her, both of you standing over the test, holding hands.
“lets just flip it and look together” she nodded.
“okay” you whispered.
“you’ve got this” sam grabbed hold of you and shook you a little, “come on!”.
you took a breath and flipped over the test for you and sam to see. your heart dropped.
two pink lines.
“oh my fucking god” you whispered.
“oh my god!” sam shouted.
“we’re having a baby,” you looked up at her in shock.
“we’re having a fucking baby!” she screamed, picking you up in her arms.
“oh my god!” you laughed, a smile breaking out onto your face. nothing had been sweeter in life than this moment.
“i love you so much” you looked down at her, holding her face in your hands. you wrapped your legs around her waist as she held you close and tight.
“i can’t believe it,” she cheered, tears in her eyes.
“oh my god, it actually worked” you choked out a sob.
sam put you back down on the ground, still holding you close. “it worked!” she smiled.
“we’re having a baby, sammy” you whispered.
“we’re having a baby,” she nodded, a tear falling from her eye. “i love you so much, y/n” she whispered back to you.
“i love you so much more”
“and i love you too” sam looked down towards your belly, “so so much”.
you relished in the moment, letting sam hold you for as long as she wanted; your smoke alarm going off ruining your moment.
collide - Sam Kerr x singer! reader social media au!
summary: Final Part to the nudged series
A/N: i’ve really enjoyed this series i hope you enjoy the last part
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y/noffical: a series of event since finding out this news, thank you @taylorswift for trusting me with your baby!guess i have two reasons now to stay in aus ❤️ #TheErasTour
taylorswift: it’s my honour 💜
masiepeters: THATS MY GIRL
alannahkennedy: congratulations girlie
baby/n: omg i’m so proud and EXCITED TO SEE MY GIRL ON THE BIG STAGE
mummy/n: mmm also two reasons what’s the first @y/n mmmm
zendaya: couldn’t think of someone more deserving SO EXCITED
samanthakerr20: so proud my girl ❤️
katrinagorry: our girl ma’am
samsleftboot: this is so girlfriends coded and i love it
baby/n: mums supporting mums out here
mummy/n: i think we can finally confirm this and i am HERE a for it
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samanthakerr20: we’ll cats out of the bag thought i’d claim shes mine @y/nofficial 😏
matalidas: captain making goals on and off the field
mackenziearnold: on ya skipper
katherinegorry: i just want everyone to know i facilitated this
baby/n: YES MAAM I CANNOT BREATH
mummy/n: i retract my statement THIS IS A LAUNCH
masiepeters: very nice kerr
thegoodwitxh67: bestie approves we can only support
user456: i agree wholeheartedly
y/nofficial: oh you big sook
samanthakerr20: oh you love it
y/noffical: took you long enough sweetheart
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y/noffical: my girls playing against france today LETS GO TILLIES 💚💛
zendaya: double dates very soon my girl 🫶
y/noffical: oh wait till we get back to the uk you won’t be able to get rid of me x
tomholland13: we’ll see how our matches go first #lionessesforthewin
samanthakerr20: ouch tom.
tomholland13: @samanthakerr20 ha ha go chelsea i can agree on
alannahkennedy: excuse me where is my special good luck post
mackenziearnold: and mine
katrinagorry: and mine
y/noffical: guys i feel ganged up on i promise i will show my love and appreciation to you later x
samanthakerr20 : and mine
y/noffical: bro what are you on
samanthakerr20: i didn’t want to feel left out
baby/n: mums are mumming and i am loving all the content
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alannahkennedy: was taking this cute photo of me and bean but these rands interrupted it smh
y/noffical and samanthakerr20 tagged
y/nunoffical: omggggggggg gay gay gay
samanthakerr20: @y/noffical you’re blocking my good side sweetness
y/noffical: i think you’ll find you’re eating my face
samanthakerr20: roasted 🔥🔥🔥
y/nbaby: seriously now come on get a room but also don’t…
samsleftboot: alannah absolutely dropping this bomb is so on brand
baby/n: omg the lyrics “i feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life” FLO IS SOBBING RN
floscrockpot: wtf is y/n playing at! messing with flo not okay
baby/n: how is she messing her up she’s moving on
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masiepeters: MY BABY GIRL
samanthakerr20: yours?
kerrleftboot: samantha samantha
y/nbaby: what the fuck
mummy/n: they aren’t even hiding their gay ass ong
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marieclaire: Our most beautiful Y/n L/n for our June cover after finishing off her Australasian Tour 🇦🇺. Click the link below to hear her interview sharing all the goss of love and being back home!
INTERVIEW WITH MARIE CLAIRE
Interviewer: Hello gorgeous y/n lovely to see you again, or should I say welcome home! How’s the first couple of days been?
Y/n: I never thought i would miss the mozzies and the heat so much! But no it’s been wonderful to be back, as much as I enjoy the time away I have all my special people here.
Interviewer: So Y/n you’ve had an absolutely fabulous tour its been incredible but i was wanting to get a bit deeper with you. Your new single “Feather” is incredible, can you tell us more about the process of writing it?
Y/n: Of course, as the whole internet know by this point I went through a pretty big break up at the beginning of last year. This song just talks about how I've felt through the process and how I' d moved on.
Interviewer: Now social media plays a big part of anyone’s life but especially yours and taylor swifts, you both are always doing sneaky little hints to things. Now this week there’s been some chatter about someone in your past doing the same anything you’d like to say about that
Y/n: All I will say is that I’m very happy at the moment and am not going back in time to any memories or people.
Interviewer: Excellent! Last question for you today Y/n, you’ve shown your support for our nations team the Matilda’s at a couple of games of the FWWC now. I didn’t realise you were such a big fan of the sport?
Y/n: I should have expected this question really (laughs), look i’ve always enjoyed the sport but a couple of the girls have supported me at my shows and it’s the least I can do to reciprocate. They are very special people to me.
Interviewer: Anyone particularly special? (interviewer smirks and winks)
Y/n: Mmmmh I’ll keep my eye towards the front of the pitch (y/n laughs and winks with the interviewer)
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dailymailaus: Spotted! Y/n L/n kissing secret girl following the celebration of her Australian tour finishing at a nightclub in Perth. Many fans speculate it is Matilda’s captain Sam Kerr after the two have been interacting on social media and a recent interview L/n did with Marie Claire. Click the link to discover more! 📸🔥
baby/n: that interview was so sweet but this is JUICY
floscrockpot: girl flo is literally in aus rn this could be her
baby/n: babe you’re delusional did not see y/ns most recent interview DONE 👏
user678: I wish they would just confirm it omg
samsleftboot: it makes sense they would want to keep it quiet they are both super busy tn however they aren’t doing a very good job hiding it.
summary: things are starting to seem suspicious between these two superstars… or is it just luck being in the same place at once?
sorry i’m a bit evil in this mwah ha ha - idk if i like this formatting so please let me know if you like it 🫶 oh also unedited you know the drill
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y/noffical: a special surprise for my fellow aussie babies, so glad to have to you here pumpkin🧡 @masiepeters
masiepeters: aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi
user445: my fav bestie girls
randomuser: is this y/n’s new gf??
user445: no queen her longtime bestie
teddysphotos: take good care of her while i’m gone
y/noffical: i’ll water her twice a day
y/nbabygirl: i wonder if they have any special plans while masie is here???
masiepeters: 💚💛👀
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mummyy/n: oh masie is giving us THE goods
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y/nultimategossiper: Both Masie Peters and Y/n posted stories and were seen supporting the Matilda’s at their game last night against Ireland.
samshinpad: wow wow wow
y/nsbabygirl: things are getting serious!!!
user675: aw that’s so nice the girls are supporting one another
y/nsmummy: oh yeah supporting 😏
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captainkerrupdates: Katrina Gorry’s DELETED instagram story feature Sam Kerr, Haley Russo and suspected Y/n L/n and Masie Peters last night clubbing in Perth 📸👀
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sammystrawberry: oh now this is some concrete business
user567: y’all are delusional that could literally be any blondes on the team macca or kennedy?
y/nbaby: ALERT 🚨 NOT A DRILL MOTHERS ARE TOGETHER
mummyy/n: wow all the girls met @masiepeters this must be serious..!
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y/nultimategossiper: Y/n and Sam Kerr’s respective posts last night. It seems some sort of romance is going on between the two of them however, it’s unsure how long Y/n will continue to be in AUS due to her ongoing tour. I hope she has a break for a bit and gets to hang with Sam more.
samsleftboot: the matching emojis they are so gay i love it.
y/nbaby: god i’m so happy for her she’s been looking so happy in all her photos since she got home ❤️
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y/nbaby: OMG SAM LIKED MY COMMENT guess i’m famous now 🥲
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y/noffical: Perth night 3 🔥 What an amazing last show to wrap up the Australasian Tour for my staff, family and friends thanks. To the fans this one was for you and someone special… Well be back touring soon but I have some things I have to take care of down under!
y/nbaby: SOMEONE SPECIAL AND SAM AND ALANNAH LIKED WHAT IS GOING ON
y/nmummy: I THREW MY PHONE WHEN I SAW THE POST
y/nangel: hyperventilating
taylorswift: so proud of you my sweet girl 🧡
tayschaibiccy: their relationship> everything else
y/noffical: thank you my angel 🫶
alannahkennedy: amazing last show!
samanthakerr20: eh it was alright
y/noffical: reckon you could do better sammy
samanthakerr20: with my eyes closed blondie
y/nbaby: i’m dead.
florencepugh: congrats y/n 🎉
y/nmummy: uh no? not a fan of this
y/nangel: this post is so hectic i need a breather
Nudged - Sam kerr x singer!reader social media au!
summary: social media subtly is harder for some than others
notes: credit @chaosology @si’ve been obsessing over these and thought i’d try it for myself!
please let me know if you’d like to see a part two!
Part Two | Part Three
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y/noffical: Can't wait to look out to the crowd and see my beloved green and gold, I'll be home soon mum 💚💛
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taylorswift: can't wait to be down under with you 🖤
tayschaibiccy: reputation 👀 (Taylor's version) (down under edition)
masiepeters: go girl go!
matildas: loving the green and gold ✨
y/nsmummy: matildas social media slaying as always
baby/n: mother is arriving home!!!!!
floscrockpot: Ill wonder if she'll be bringing home other mother?
baby/n: idk they haven’t posted together for a while i hope everything is okay
dailymail: we'll we've got a story for you 👀
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dailymail: wlw power couple Y/n L/n and Florence Pugh have supposedly been broken up for over a year! Close source says the 5 year relationship ended amicably but both women did not want to create a scandal wave of drama and decided to keep it quiet. It’s even been noted Flo is in a new relationship with co-star Cillian Murphy, whilst Y/n is keeping things let’s just say down under… 👀
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y/nsmummy: we’ll i don’t believe in love anymore 🔪🔥
floscrockpot: i knew y/n wasn’t good enough for flo!
taylorschaibiccy: ma’am people like you are the reason they didn’t post it and make it public smh
baby/n: mmm i smell something going on here…
goodwitchymas: wait they were dating!
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y/noffical: perth night 1 ✨ never been so grateful to be back in this beautiful place.
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captainkerrupdates: Sam Kerr and the rest of the tillies spotted taking a break watching another Australian icon Y/n L/n’s concert last night in Perth.
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sammy123: odd sam is not a very big pop fan…
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optusstadium: Our Matilda’s warm up session this morning good to see a lot of smiles on our nations gems 💚 #FWWC23
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y/nultimategossiper: Y/n’s interview with Vogue Aus today talking about her favourite sport and the Matilda’s.
mummy/n: they are so dating are you kidding me
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Summary: Never has sharing a bed been so difficult
Warning: australian colloquialism/phrases (swearing soz not soz) and unedited uni is killing me :)
A long long night for the Matilda's, a wonderful game, the longest penalty shoot out in World Cup history. Y/n had never felt so proud to be alongside these women. Well most of them anyways, her feelings towards her Captain still remained unsolved.
Never had a single person frustrated her in her whole life, of course she respected her she's Sam Kerr for god sakes she had to. But that arrogance god, it frustrated her to no means.
Her smirk, her flirty winks and that tongue.
Wait what ew not like that
The way she smugly stuck it out after her goals, it made it her feel something.
Yes how exactly did it make me feel.
That's what Y/n was trying to discover using her vodka and soda as an accomplice on her journey. However, it was still World Cup and she couldn't get too crazy, just one celebratory drink.
Sitting with Hailey at the bar they discussed the game at length her other team mates surrounded around the pool table taking turns with one another. A new tactic of cool down their coaches had suggested as a bonding exercise.
Y/n felt a gaze on her from across the room but when she turned they were gone.
"You alright chicky?" Haley brushed her arm, a concerned frown rippling across her forehead. Y/n smiled at the term of endearment vigorously nodding.
"Just tired that's all, I might head up to the rooms" she yawned, finishing the last sip of her drink. However, just as she stood up two hotel staff came into the bar area.
"Ladies we have an unfortunate announcement to make, due to a leak in our pipe system a few of the rooms we had set aside for you have been damaged by water. Not to worry however, all of your belongings were fine" A few groans, moans and sighs were heard around the room.
"Not to worry girls, we have assigned you roommates to share with based off your positions, a bonding exercise if you will" Your coach chuckled slightly.
Perfect I'll be assigned with Hailey
"Arnold and Kennedy" both woman laughed like 13 year olds sharing a room at camp, walking off to their room.
I cannot believe I am getting an assigned room at 27
"L/N, Kerr is coming to join you" Y/n swear she felt her heart fall out of her arse. She looked over at Kerr who had a mischievous glint in her eye, saluting at her coach with that signature cheeky smile.
You both walked out of the room in silence, Hailey giving you a reassuring smile and thumbs up.
I really hope I can fall asleep quickly
Y/n heard a knock on the door she quickly rushed over opening it hastily.
"Hey roomie" Sam slightly slurred obviously not obeying the one celebratory drink rule, she glided past Y/n, taking in her room and belongings. Spending a long time looking at Y/n's photos she'd brought from home.
"Are these your siblings?" Sam half smiled, glazing over the photo she held it up towards the light.
"Yes, my brother and sister" Y/n stated proudly, extremely grateful of her wonderful supportive family.
Y/n noticed a change in Sam's demeanour once she saw the photo of her and Hailey at the season wrap up party last year. Sam's brow now furrowed as she walked away placing her things down.
Finally she turned around and faced Y/n, drinking in her appearance and forming a very large smile.
"Cute pjs L/n" Y/n quickly flushed a bright shade of red completely forgetting she was in her big Chelsea shirt and matching sweats.
"They were a gift actually, besides I don't know if you can be giving me much heat in those" Y/n quickly retaliated eyeing Sam's kangaroo and koala pj set. She gasped placing a hand on her chest pretending to be offended.
"Well I usually sleep in boxers and no shirt but I thought we'd keep it PG for our first sleep over" She winked, Y/n turning a shade of red she didn't even know was possible.
Both girls turned to face the bed, the one king mattress quickly becoming the elephant in the room.
"Ill take the couch" they both said in unison.
"You were on field longer tonight you deserve the rest more" Sam argued to the best of her slightly intoxicated abilities.
"You're team captain and recovering from injury you're taking it" Y/n retaliated
Sam shook her head, "Lets just share we are teammates, its just fucking bed".
She slipped in the bed switching her beside lamp off, a yawn escaping her she closed her eyes. Y/n stood their hesistantly.
"Y/n come on, I don't bite" The girl sighed slowly sliding in to their shared bed, turning off her bedside lamp, with now only having the light glow of Brisbane CBD shining through their windows.
Y/n could feel her heart beating in her ears.
The silence of the room was killing her.
Everything was so still.
It was as if time was frozen.
Why is this affecting me so much God, just go to sleep Y/n
The only source of comfort to Y/n was the feeling of Sam also tossing and turning, until she stopped facing Y/n's back.
"Psst, Y/n are you awake still?" Sam whispered
Both girls turned now facing one another. Sam feeling y/n's breath softly in hale and exhale.
"Yes Kerr what is it?"
"I just wanted to know...how long have you and Russo been together?" Sam hesitated, her breath tightly in her throat waiting for the response.
"What?" Y/n laughed tears nearly forming in her eyes, "Sam we are not together just very good friends"
"Oh,oh but you must have someone back home" The captain pried more.
"Nope just me" Y/n whispered, Sam's eye intently staring over her face trying to read her expression.
The room was hot, Y/n had never felt so tense she felt like she was melting. She suddenly felt a hand on her cheek, a thumb brushed over eye an eyelash stuck on Sam's thumb.
"Make a wish" Sam whispered, holding out her thumb. Y/n blew it away, Sam's hand now back on her cheek.
"Please don't kill me for this" Sam gently moving y/n's face towards hers.
Their lips slowly interlocking, the warmth flowed through Y/n like nothing ever had before. It felt like her body had finally switched on and every nerve had been sent into overdrive.
Sam's lips sweetly tasting like her strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste. Sam smiled into the kiss breaking it apart.
"You've had no idea how long I wanted to do that for" Sam smiled stroking Y/n's hair.
I think I know what the feeling is now.
"Oh I might have some idea" she challenged back.
EXTRA:
"Macca I swear to god if you ruin this I'm going to fuck you up" Alannah whisper yelled
"One more shot" Mackenzie hushed leaning over the bed
The girls of course knew this was going to happen and were prepared rightfully so to document the occasion.
Both Y/n and their captain were entangled in one another looking as content as could possibly be.
"Mary you owe me that $15 babe" Hailey grinned
"No way", Mary scoffed hushing everyone out the door "I said August you owe me $40".
"Still worth it" Hailey smiled looking one more time at the couple before leaving them in peace.
summary: Reader has been cursed by Vecna, and the group has to work fast in order to find a way to rid her of it. There's too many close calls, and just when they thought they had it figured out...it just might be too late.
warnings/extra tags: cursing, mentions of blood, violence due to fucked up visions brought to you by Vecna, near death experiences, >>>ST4 V1 SPOILERS<<<, this is beta read by the bestie @dearneverlander so it should be ~crisp~
note: There's references to the 1984 movie Streets of Fire aka one of my fave 80s Rock and Roll Fables. You don't need to know the exact plot, but just know it's an important movie and soundtrack to the reader <3 This took me a bit to write because I wanted it to be hella good. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!
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It started just a day after your cheer teammate and one of your closest friends, Chrissy Cunningham, told you she was having problems. You were perhaps one of the only people who was aware of what she was going through, not even her boyfriend knew about her horrible headaches or the growing nightmares.
When she told you, she seemed so scared. It was so unlike her that it scared you to see her act in such a way, so much that you thought you scared yourself into experiencing the same things or that maybe she caught an illness and gave it to you.
The first thing that happened was a nosebleed. You were at the Hawkins Family Video Store, waiting for your boyfriend Steve to finish renting out a video to a customer so you can help him pick out a movie to put on.
You were reading the back of a tape that Robin had handed you prior, since she was trying to broaden yours and Steve's movie horizons because according to her you both were ‘hopeless’ when it came to your movie knowledge.
"I don't know about this one Robin," You called to her.
"What? God, you're so lame, you and Steve are probably just going to put on Streets of Fire again,” she replied from somewhere behind you.
You chuckled to yourself, "Not exactly a bad idea."
"Did you say Streets of Fire?" Steve questioned after the customer had left, leaving just you three and a handful of patrons who were still trying to find movies to watch, "I love that movie. It's pretty damn romantic."
You laughed and agreed while Robin scoffed and pushed the video cart aside.
"Excuse me? Did you say romantic? He punches her in the face," Robin reminded you both. You cringed.
"Okay, not that part, but even then it's taken out of context- just- whatever, it's a good movie," you tried to defend it, "Plus, the soundtrack is pretty killer."
"I’m still not over you both thinking it’s romantic. Context considered and all, but they don't even end up together in the end," Robin replied, you sighed.
"It's about the closure, Robin, he just left her without a word, and after he saves her from Raven, they finally get it, it is romantic in it's own way," you set the other tape down, ready to put it on the video store's TV out of spite.
"Right. Well, at least Diane Lane is hot in it...and yeah, I'll give you the soundtrack, it is pretty good."
Steve laughed to himself, enjoying how much you loved and defended the movie because he knew why you liked it so much. It was the movie you and him watched on your very first date two years ago at a drive-in. Since then, it has been your favorite movie of all time.
"I think you secretly like the movie, Robin, and since it's my turn to pick a movie," Steve had grabbed it from where it sat conveniently under the counter and handed it to you, "Go ahead and put it on." You hopped off of the counter with a satisfied grin while Robin sighed dramatically and crossed her arms.
You removed the tape from its case, and leaned up, ready to insert it into the player when your mind suddenly became foggy. It felt odd, like an invisible force had violently washed over you and caused a pulsing pain in your head that almost mirrored a migraine.
The tape slipped from your grasp, crashing onto the ground as you brought your hand to your forehead. The clatter of the tape hitting the ground was what had brought you back to reality after a few seconds, and Steve was beside you.
"Woah, are you okay-” he stopped when his brown eyes fell to the bottom part of your face. You blinked, still a little disoriented from the random headache.
“Oh shit, Henderson, your nose,” Robin said what Steve didn’t, her eyes on the same place Steve’s were. You lifted your hand to below your nose, instantly feeling something wet and sticky.
When you looked at your fingers, you saw it was blood.
It didn't scare you more than it had confused you. You hadn't gotten one in so long, and the last time your nose did bleed was when a sophomore girl trying out for the cheer team kicked you in the nose by accident.
After this incident, the days following felt almost like hell. You'd wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares, all of them about either losing Steve or your little brother Dustin, and you were taking Tylenol more frequently for these massive headaches that never seemed to go away.
You could only think of Chrissy, and what she had told you, and wonder if she passed you some kind of illness. You tried talking to her again during practice or in the halls, but she seemed keen on continuing to pretend that she was alright, and maybe she was because she still cheered and ruled the school with a smile on her face.
You thought if she could do it, then so could you. Unlike her though, you had a boyfriend who could see right through the facade and had a brother who could relay to him how weird you've been acting when Steve asked. He had told Steve the nights you’ve canceled on dates or meet-ups with him and Robin in the past few days you were actually locked away in your room. It was very uncharacteristic of you, considering you were out almost every other day, either with your friends or with Steve.
When Steve insisted you let him drop you off at Hawkins High and asked you what had been going on when Robin left first, you didn’t really understand why your first instinct was to withhold the truth.
"I just haven't been feeling well," you told him, while pretending you were fixing your lipstick, "I think I...caught something.”
"Something how?" Steve asked, concern etched all over his features, “It must be bad because you look like you haven’t been sleeping either.”
You pressed your lips together because you were positive you packed on enough make-up to hide those dark circles that had started form.
You didn't want to tell him about your nightmares, not wanting to worry him for what you thought were just dreams. It made you feel bad because you've never shied away from telling Steve anything, but you were scared if you said anything whatever it was would get him too. Your dreams were too...vivid and real.
It was always about the day you both were interrogated by the Russian Guards, and every time you didn't answer they hurt him and not you. They made you believe they had killed him, that you were the reason he was dead. And there was that…room.
"Just headaches, mostly," you said quietly, shutting the mirror and resting your hands above your Hawkins cheer skirt.
Steve had looked suspicious, and he said, “Should you do the pep rally then? Or the game tonight? I know it’s the championship but…” You had forced a sweet smile his way and leaned toward him.
"I'll be okay, I promise," you tried to assure him with a peck on his cheek, leaving the pink residue of your lipstick there, “I love it when you care so much.” You were gone and out of the car before Steve could say anything more.
Steve had noticed since that day you were different, it almost felt like you were pulling away from him emotionally in a way. For almost two years you've been in this relationship, and when you've gotten sick in the past, you never had done this.
Something else was wrong, but neither of you would find out until after Chrissy Cunningham's death.
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"The curse of Vecna," Dustin Henderson and Eddie Munson had both said at the same time.
"The curse of who?" Steve asked. You had scrunched your face up with confusion.
"Are you two talking about that wizard from Dungeons and Dragons?" you asked, knowing this information because Dustin always bothered you by explaining all of the campaigns he did to you during dinner mostly.
"Not just a wizard, a dark wizard," Dustin told you, "He uses a magic spell on the players called Vecna's curse."
"Do you really think that's what it is?" Max had asked from beside Robin, "I mean…”
"Only one way to find out. What else have you experienced?" Dustin's question was toward you now, and you uncomfortably crossed your arms over your chest, not sure what to say.
Eddie blinked a few times as he looked between Dustin and you before he asked, "Wait, why are you asking her?"
Steve's hand rested on the small of your back, and you exhaled shakenly, "Because about a week ago, Chrissy confided in me about these...nightmares and headaches she'd been getting. And about a day after that...I started to get the same kind of symptoms and now Chrissy is dead and I-" you closed your lips and shook your head.
Eddie stared at you, "Oh shit."
Steve rubbed your back affectionately, "Okay, so now that we think we know what it is, how it works...is there any way to stop it?"
"Okay, okay, first up, didn't you say something about a nosebleed?" Dustin's question was directed at you again. You looked at your little brother and nodded.
"Yeah, about 6 days ago at the video store...Steve and Robin were there."
Nobody noticed how Max shifted uncomfortably in her spot upon hearing your words.
Robin nodded, "Yeah I remember that...god this is insane. I mean, last time it was insane too, but this is just...yikes."
As they continued to discuss possible ways to stop this curse they believe you had, you started to feel very uneasy. Chills had crawled their way up your back, making you tense up and bite your lip to stop it from quivering.
Eddie had said what happened to Chrissy, how she was in this sort of trance before her body was lifted into the air and...how her bones cracked and how her eyes...how her fucking eyes were sucked back into her skull.
You thought about how it was after Chrissy told you about her problems, you instantly got them too. And you looked at everyone around you, your little brother, Robin, Max, even Eddie, and especially Steve. You didn't know how this thing spread, if this Vecna character had chosen you simply because you interacted with Chrissy, like she passed some curse onto you.
And if any of them were next it would be because you were an idiot and told them too.
The thought made you physically ill and you were leaving before anyone could stop you, ignoring Steve calling after you. You left the boat house with a hand over your mouth to try and keep the rising bile in your throat down.
When you were finally near the trees, you doubled over and threw up all over the grass. You fell to your hands and knees after you emptied out your already empty stomach, panting and spitting onto the floor to get the horrid taste of the stomach bile and acid out of your mouth.
Running out into the darkness was not a smart idea, you knew that, especially now you learned you were probably cursed, but you just needed to run. You needed to get out, you needed to just get away from them.
Then, you heard Steve calling your name. You were shaking and shouted, "I’m okay- just leave me alone right now- please-"
Your name was called again, but this time...it wasn't Steve. In fact, it wasn't any of them inside that boat house.
This voice caused a violent wave of fear to crash through you, making your body go still. Whatever had called your name was right behind you. You turned your head slowly, and saw that your surroundings were different now.
Different, but very familiar too. Blood stained the floor tiled floor and walls, torture weapons scattered among them. The stench of blood was strong, just as it was the day you remember being locked in there when you were captured in the Russian Facility.
It was the room they said they had killed Steve in.
Your hands moved to cover your nose and mouth, panic rising in you that you were somehow here again reliving the worst day of your life.
The loud chime of what sounded like a large clock echoed from behind you, causing you to yelp out a short scream and twist your body around to see the source of the sound.
Engraved in the wall, your eyes fell upon an ominous grandfather clock. It chimed, echoing in your ears and mind, and it ticked almost like a threat.
And it certainly was.Your name was called again, but this time it felt like it was all around you.
“The time to end your suffering is coming soon,” the voice told you, “Join me and I will spare your friends. If you refuse, I will take them all.”
The clock chimed again and ticked, louder than the thumping of your chest and louder than the voice itself. The lights of the torture room you were in flickered, and you caught a glimpse of…something or somebody.
It was enough to make you scream.
You were gasping suddenly. And then, you heard Steve’s voice shouting your name.
Steve’s hands were grasped tightly over your shoulders, as he was shaking you in an attempt to get you to wake up.
Your eyes shot around your surroundings, not looking at Steve at first as you took in that you were where you found yourself before. By the trees just outside of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, and in the grass you’d just vomited in.
“Hey! Hey!” Steve called to you, “Look at me, I’m right here, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me!” You finally looked at Steve, and in an instant you remembered what that being had told you.
“If you refuse, I will take them all.”
You shook your head frantically, and said in a broken voice, “No, no I won’t let him.”
Steve furrowed his eyebrows at you, and tilted his head and he asked you what you were talking about. That was when you moved away from him, from all of them, even your own little brother who was knelt beside you.
Like Steve, his eyebrows were drawn together, and he said, “Wait- wait what are you talking about?”
You kept your eyes down, being sure not to look at any of them who you realized were surrounding you too. Eddie had his hands in his hair, Robin had a hand over her mouth and Max’s expression was simply unreadable. Nobody spoke for a few seconds, probably because they were waiting for you to speak.
Steve reached out to you, gently grabbing your trembling hand when you didn’t, “Hey, it’s us, okay? What happened?”
To Steve’s surprise, you pulled away from him the moment his hand touched yours and started to shake your head again, muttering a quiet I can’t underneath your breath.
His heart dropped when you had done so and he only felt more of this fearful feeling since he came out here and found you. After you had left the boat house, Steve was the first to run after you, then it was Dustin and the rest. He found you on your hands and knees, just staring forward with your eyes clear and blinking.
You were unresponsive, no matter how much he called your name, not even when all of them called your name. It was like you weren’t even there.
It was when Eddie came out and saw the state you were in, things became much more real.
“That’s exactly what happened to fucking Chrissy!” Eddie had said, his hands moving to his ears as he stared with a terrified expression, as if he expected you to start levitating like she did at any second.
It was one thing to hear about it, but another to see what Eddie was talking about in person, especially to someone you care and desperately love. It felt like someone had thrown ice cold water on Steve, and he felt completely helpless as nothing he did brought you back from wherever you were.
And now, you were awake and you were…terrified.
“I…I have to get out of here,” you suddenly said in a shaking voice as you moved to stand, “Because of me he’s going to get you- he’s going to get all of you.”
The words hit them like a freight train, but you were already walking away. Steve tried to catch you, but you were already out of his reach.
“Who? Vecna? You saw Vecna? Did he tell you that? ” Dustin was standing and following after you, “Shit! Tell us what you saw! Then maybe-”
“No!” you shouted at your brother, “No! I can’t- I-I have to go-”
Steve remained still for a moment, wondering why you would say such a thing. Because of me he’s going to get all of you.
What the hell does that mean?
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“Here’s what we know, my sister said because of me he’s going to get all of you,” Dustin stated as they sat in the trailer park benches, “And she said she interacted with Chrissy before that. So maybe, just maybe there’s some kind of a connection there, right? Like it’s a curse that spreads like some kind of…virus?”
Everyone was there, and so were you, but you were sitting at the playground. They were sure to always look over at you.
You hadn’t talked much since your experience last night, and it was a choice on your part. If they weren’t going to leave you alone, then you wouldn’t tell them anything, hoping that perhaps that would keep this Vecna away from them too.
“I mean…maybe?” Nancy had spoken, having joined them after the death of her co-editor Fred. He was killed the exact same way Chrissy had been, and when you heard that, you were shaking with terror because you knew you were next.
“What do you mean maybe?” Dustin asked Nancy.
“It’s just…Fred’s never had any interaction with Chrissy or your sister, he’s been at my side for at least…89% of the school year,” Nancy said then glanced over at you, “Has she said anything yet?”
All eyes moved to you and then to Steve, and his eyes dropped down.
“She’s…fucking terrified guys,” Steve said, lifting his gaze on you now. You were digging your feet into the dirt beneath you, “And I am too. She hasn’t said a word since last night.”
He was still haunted by that image of you, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your skull and nonreactive to anything he or the others had tried. He couldn’t get even a wink of sleep last night because he couldn’t get the image out of his mind.
“Well, we should try again,” Nancy urged, then started to stand, “I’ll go talk to her-”
“No, no I’ll talk to her,” Steve said as he stood up faster than her. They all looked at him again, and he raised his hand slightly, “I got this, she’s my girlfriend, did everyone forget that or something?”
He didn’t wait for any response from them, especially Dustin, and jogged toward where you sat. You heard someone coming, something you were actually anticipating. When you looked up, you saw Steve, and as your heart always did when you saw him, it leaped, making you for a moment feel…normal and safe again.
“Hey,” Steve said, and you would’ve smiled had your heart not felt cold again after being warm for the first few seconds you saw him. He leaned on the spot next to you. You stood up and moved away from him, making him frown deeper.
You never did this, shut yourself off from him and your friends before. Even with your little brother. And it broke Steve to see you like this, broke him that you didn’t want to tell him anything even if it could help them help you.
Right now, it just seemed like you’d given up and Steve didn’t like that because you never gave up.
Steve walked after you, and captured your wrist before you could get away. Your face hardened, and tried to pull away, but Steve kept his grasp firm.
“Stop doing that,” Steve told you, “Please. We want to help, I want to help, don’t let this creep Vecna guy just…torment you and take you away so easily.”
You shook your head, “Steve, it’s too dangerous, I’m next I know it, I know it.”
Steve exhaled sharply, hating that you’ve already actively accepted your fate rather than fighting and trying to find out with the rest of them on how to stop him.
“Don’t talk like that,” he said, “We’re going to figure this out, okay? We’ve figured everything out in the past and this time is going to be no different.”
“What’s different is that I’m a target this time, and it’s already been a day since Chrissy, and now Fred- I’m next and then it’ll be one of you and it’ll be because of me.”
“You don’t know that!” Steve said, his voice getting a little harder, “We don’t even know why or how this wizard guy targets his victims-”
“I was around Chrissy, Steve! She told me about her nightmares and her- her headaches, and now she’s dead and now someone else is dead and-”
“Hey!” Steve was pulling you toward him now, making you face him completely, “This isn’t helping anybody, especially yourself. You know more than us, probably something that we are missing. You have to trust us, trust me- because I am not going to let some…creepy weird dark wizard fucker take the girl that I love away from me.”
You stared at Steve in silence, his words striking you right in the chest.
“And they won’t either,” he gestured back to them, “No fucking way. No fucking way.”
Steve was mad, not at you, but at Vecna, and you felt almost a wave of calm coming over you for the first time since that nosebleed of yours. You’d forgotten in your mute state that they were your friends, that they cared about you, Steve cared about you. They only wanted to help. You were going to speak, going to tell Steve that you were sorry, that you would help…
But then, a cold air hit you, and the sky above you was covered in gray clouds, submerging you in a gloomy, stormy kind of atmosphere. You didn’t understand at first, eyes flickering upward until you suddenly heard the familiar chime of the clock.
Your heart dropped, and you looked back at Steve. Except it wasn’t Steve anymore, but this…monster.
You shrieked at the sight of this thing, this unimaginable horror that looked like it was covered with burnmarks and the vines of the Upside Down you remembered seeing in the underground tunnels you helped the kids set fire to.
“You’re going to get them killed,” the monster of your waking nightmares told you, “They’re going to die because of you.”
You stumbled backward and away from him, dry heaves coming out of your lips as you tried to form any kind of words. Instead, you placed your hand over your ears and closed your eyes again, a new habit of yours you didn’t know you had in the face of true terror.
He was chuckling, clearly entertained by the torment he was causing you.
As fast as it came, it had passed and the world around you was bright and warm again, Vecna’s laughter fading away from you, and your face was being held by Steve’s hands. He was panting, eyes flickering all over your features.
He looked distraught, his lips lightly quivering as he had to watch you go into yet another trance. The others were already running toward you, calling your name as well and asking what happened.
“What is he doing to you? Please tell me, so I can help you-” Steve practically begged you, but you were pulling away from him then and started to run. You didn’t know where you were running, or how far you’d get before them catching you, but it was all you could think of to do again. Just run, you thought, run as far away from them as possible. You run away and you keep them safe. You keep Dustin safe, you keep Steve safe, you keep them all safe.
They were all calling after you, their voices desperate and scared.
You thought you could still hear the chimes and the ticking, echoing all around you as you ran as fast as you could.
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Steve was trying to hold himself together, but the truth was he didn’t know what the hell to do. None of you really did. They of course had caught up to you after you ran, finding you sitting at the edge of the road.
When they found you, you had said it would be any moment now, any second, and that if they didn’t want to see what happened to Chrissy and Fred happen to you, they should leave now.
None of them did, and after many attempts, they finally got you to get into the car.
You were under a strict watch now, whether you had liked it or not. Both Steve and Dustin had to be firm with you.
You were lucky to have a genius for a little brother, sure he got on both yours and Steve’s nerves on occasion, but his mind was working quickly, and he was somehow able to keep moving forward in finding out more about Vecna and a possible cure for this curse of his.
He was doing more than Steve, and he felt useless because you were the love of his life and felt that he should be able to do more than just helplessly watch you suffer.
It was nighttime, and Steve had taken both you and Dustin to his place for the night. His parents were gone, per usual, and Dustin was sure to keep his radio on in case they needed the others for an emergency.
Neither of them wanted to say what this code red could be, deciding to keep that to themselves.
Steve didn’t want to think about what this emergency could be. They were in his bedroom, you were in the bathroom, unlocked of course and being timed, and Dustin was going over the new information they had learned.
“Think about it, they all went through the same thing, right? Nosebleeds, headaches, nightmares, everything, and everyone has had these…problems,” Dustin re-explained everything they had discovered together when they broke into Ms. Kelley’s office to Steve as he paced back and forth, eyes moving to the bathroom door every once in a while, “Chrissy, Fred…and…”
Steve said your name, and Dustin nodded.
“Yeah…there’s got to be something she’s not telling us, before all of this, maybe if she just told someone, anyone then we could at least weaken the curse, and then if this works than we can help Max too,” Dustin theorized as he made his way to the other side of the room again, and was sure to say her name a little quieter so you wouldn’t hear.
They had opted to not tell you about Max’s vision because you seemed dead bent on it being your fault somehow, and the last thing you needed was more on your conscience.
“So, is there anything she’s been weird about?” Dustin asked Steve now. He looked away in thought for a moment, but nothing fast was coming to mind.
“I…I don’t know,” Steve admitted, and Dustin scowled at him.
“Jesus Christ Steve, she’s your girlfriend,” Dustin sneered, Steve’s face scrunched up and he replied, “You’re her brother. And how am I supposed to know something that she didn’t tell me? I can’t read minds, man. That’s…Vecma’s job apparently.”
“Vecna,” Dustin corrected and Steve rolled his eyes because he’d been doing it all day, “I think it’s worth a try. I don’t think we have a lot of time here…” he closed his mouth, not wanting to think about how his sister could have the same fate as Chrissy and Fred.
Steve sympathized with him greatly, because if he was scared then so was Dustin. He was just ironically very collected about it, nevermind the pacing of the room or how he was speaking all in one breath.
“Okay, so…we talk to her then,” Steve repeated and Dustin nodded.
“If we can get her to, which is why I’m asking you to get her to talk,” Dustin pointed at Steve after stopping in the middle of the room, “You said she almost talked to you right? Before she went under his spell.”
Steve nodded, “Yeah, there was something different in her eyes, and she was about to speak, but then…she was just gone.”
Dustin snapped his fingers, “I think that proves my theory then! She was going to talk to you, open up to you, probably, and Vecna can’t have that…he can’t have her running back to us or letting us help her or else his spell gets weaker!”
Steve crossed one arm and rested the other under his chin as he thought. It sounded incredibly plausible, and he met Dustin’s gaze once again, “I…I think it’s definitely worth a shot.”
The door to the bathroom had opened then, and you emerged in one of Steve’s long sleeves, looking at both of them with suspicious eyes, especially when they both went quiet.
“Okay well, Steve is going to be on the first watch, I’m going to go downstairs and find some food,” Dustin stated quickly to you. You didn’t say anything, and Dustin gave you and Steve a thumbs up before leaving.
It was all up to Steve now, and he wasn’t going to let you keep quiet until Vecna got you. It wasn’t going to happen.
✧ ✧ ✧
You were sitting on his bed, your back resting against the bedrest when Steve finally sat down in front of you. You didn’t look at him when he did, keeping your eyes to the wall opposite of you. It looked like you were probably admiring his trophies, but Steve knew better. You were a million miles away, but not in Vecna’s spell at least.
He didn’t know how to start it, how to even ask you, but he knew he had to. Something had happened, and he needed to make you tell him.
“Did something happen…before all this that you never told me about?” Steve was asking you, you still didn’t look at him. Steve reached over and grabbed your hand gently, “I was talking to Dustin, and he thinks that it’s possible that Vecna targets those with some kind of…trauma, I guess?”
You shifted only slightly, and Steve rubbed his thumb on your knuckles, “Don’t tell him this because it’ll just rub his already big ego,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, for his new attempt to get you to talk was to be humorous, it always worked on you, but you didn’t smile or react at all, “…but he’s usually right about most things.”
Steve honestly didn’t doubt it. The girl you became since you were first cursed was somebody completely different, somebody who was broken and afraid, so whatever this Vecna was using to manipulate and change you into this person must’ve been pretty horrific.
But you wouldn’t talk to him, and he now knew Vecna wasn’t letting you because of what happened in the trailer park. Like he relayed to Dustin, you were going to talk to him, going to tell him at least something, and immediately you were put into that trance.
It pissed him off because he was keeping you away from him, and everyone else. He was isolating you, and it was working. You refused to speak, hell you even physically ran away.
“Whatever he is telling you, it isn’t true,” Steve had tried to say these words as firmly as he could, but his voice had cracked instantly when he continued, “There’s a reason this sadistic asshole is convincing you to run away from us, to keep quiet- and I’m sick of it. Talk to me, please, tell me what it is, just please try.”
Tears slipped from his eyes then, ones that he didn’t notice at first.
You finally looked at him again, realizing then that Steve was crying. He hardly ever cried, but when he did, it always made you instantly upset too. The last time you’d seen him shed such tears like this was when he learned he didn’t get into any colleges and his dad practically called him stupid and almost disowned him.
Knowing that it was you Steve was crying over, that it was you causing such emotions made you feel shameful. You reached out suddenly, resting your hand over his. Steve was right, you knew he was, and it was time to stop letting Vecna scare you. You had to say something.
“It…it happened when we were taken by the Russian guards under Starcourt,” you suddenly said, making Steve’s eyes lift up at you. They were wet with tears, “Remember how you were marked up but me and Robin weren’t?”
He nodded once at you, and sucked in a shaky breath before saying, “It was because they were using you against us, specifically me. If I didn’t speak, they’d beat you more, torture you…and I…I didn’t say anything even though I wanted to so bad just to stop hearing them hurt you.”
Your own eyes were welling up with tears now too at the horrid memory, “I wasn’t going to give away Dustin or Erika, or anyone, and they knew that, so they had taken it a step forward and-”
Your voice was quivering again, but you knew you had to tell him.
“They made it seem like they killed you,” you eyes flashed with the memory of the room they forced you into, claiming it was the room Steve had been kept in, the room that Vecna forced you to step into again in your first vision, “I don’t know whose blood it was, it probably wasn’t even human, but I…I thought you were dead because of me.”
Tears slipped from your eyes as you finally told him what he wanted to know, “I know they lied, but in the hour they left me in there, it wasn’t a lie. It was real, and I-”
Steve was pulling you into his arms before you knew it.
You started to cry too, letting apologies slip from your lips for not telling him and letting Vecna use it against you. You felt weak and pitiful, and he knew how to make that feeling worse until you were too scared to be around everyone.
“I’m okay,” he reassured you, “And I’m going to be okay, nobody can take me away from you so easily- I would fight till the ends of the earth to get back to you…I love you way too much.”
You were nodding, understanding that now because the past week Vecna had taken that understanding from you. You sniffled and told him that you loved him too.
You and Steve stayed in each other’s arms for a while until he moved away from you and said, “Can I give you something?”
You looked up at him, blinking away a few years and asked, “What…what is it?”
“It’s an early anniversary gift,” Steve said as he dug through his drawer. You found yourself smiling at the idea of him hiding it, especially when it was about 2 months before your actual anniversary of being together for two years, “I think…I don’t know maybe it will help…show you how much I love you…”
“Steve, I don’t go into your drawers, you didn’t have to hide it like that,” you said, but still peaked over as far as you could to see what it was as you wiped away your tears. Honestly, you thought maybe it was some piece of jewelry because a sock drawer is usually where those are hidden.
“It’s exactly why I put it here,” he said following a sniffle before he snapped his fingers and said, “Here it is!” He held up a mixtape, and you tilted your head curiously at it.
“You made a mixtape?” you asked, a smile growing on your lips once again. Steve nodded, then cringed.
“Honestly, Dustin had to help out…you can imagine how that went,” he said as he shook his head at the memory.
“Oh god, the story of my life. You ask him one simple question and he does everything but call you stupid to your face. Sometimes he does.”
“Oh my god, yeah, your brother’s a good kid, but wow,” Steve agreed. This time, you laughed, and at the sound of your laughter Steve’s features grew soft and warm. Your laugh was definitely something you both needed to hear, “Want to listen?”
“Yes,” you said, “Put it on!”
Steve practically pranced to his stereo as he said, “They’re all your favorite songs, some songs that make me think about you, and some I think you’ll just like.” You hugged your knees to your chest, smiling warmly at Steve.
At the moment, it felt like Vecna was far behind you and after having talked to Steve and shed tears with him, it felt like this massive weight had come off your shoulders. It was possible that talking was the key to ridding yourself of his curse, or at least making Vecna’s hold on you and his other victims weaker like Dustin thought.
For the first time in a long time, you felt calm, you felt more alive. And it was very obvious, especially to Steve.
It was why you both had let your guard down, even if just for tonight. He inserted the tape, and adjusted the volume.
Music began to blast through the speakers, and Steve nodded with content. He had listened to it over and over again, knowing the exact order each song was in. He stood up straight now, and turned to look at you.
You were staring right at him, your lips in that wide smile despite the tears that stained both of your faces. He was going to walk over to you, but you were already moving to stand. You walked over to him, and wrapped your arms around him in a warm and tender embrace.
Steve pulled you toward him tightly, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“We’re going to figure this out.”
He seemed to be saying this more and more often, but after talking to him and seeing how life seemed to return to you, he was sure he was right now and that you had a chance of surviving Vecna. If they can save you, then they can also save Max and find Vecna and destroy him like they’ve defeated so many things in the past.
“I love you,” he said again breathlessly, “And I won’t let anything happen to you.”
It was everything he needed you to hear and more, but…you were gone before he even uttered those words to you.
The music that played had suddenly begun to cut out, going in and out of silence in short cracks of electricity. Steve turned from you to look at it, eyes narrowing curiously for his stereo hardly did that.
Then, the lights began to flicker as well. He looked up at the flickering light, eyes squinting as it disoriented him for a second.
Realization dawned on him a few seconds too late, and he noticed you were no longer hugging him and instead had gone rigid in his arms. His eyes snapped back to you, and he let out a panicked breath as he saw your expression for the third time in only a day. His heart sank.
His hands moved to your shoulders, shouting your name even though he knew it was futile. You were in Vecna’s trance again, talking didn’t work.
“Steve! Steve, where did you go!”
Your words were echoing in your own ears. You were in the room alone now, Steve nowhere in sight. You ran toward the door, grasping the doorknob and trying to pull it open. It wouldn’t budge, as if someone was holding it on the other side, keeping you from leaving the room.
“Steve!” you shouted again, now grasping the doorknob with both hands and beginning to shake and pull at it. Panic rose in your chest and bubbled up your throat the longer it didn’t budge, “Help! Steve! Help!”
You were shouting at the top of your lungs, now letting go of it and banging aggressively on the wooden door, and throwing your body against it in an attempt to break it down.
Back in reality, Steve was desperately shaking you, the tears he had shed coming back full force. Dustin was bursting through the door a few seconds later.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit-” Dustin was saying over and over again when he saw your rigid body in Steve’s arms, “It didn’t work?! It didn’t fucking work!? Steve!?”
Steve was shaking his head, “I thought- fuck! She was better, she was-” His voice cracked from the tight knot in his throat. Dustin put his hands on his head, entering a full panic as he thought about anything else, literally anything else to save his older sister.
“Help! Please! Somebody!” you slammed your body against the door one again, and this time it had opened. You fell through it, and fell to the cold, tiled ground. There was also something wet staining your hands and your knees. You couldn’t see though in the darkness, but you could smell.
It was a strong metallic, coppery smell…a scent you could never forget.
“No…” you stated as you realized what was happening and made yourself stand. Vecna had put you in that god forsaken room again.
The clock chimed, sending you into nothing but defeat and dread once you heard it. Like Dustin and Steve had thought…it didn’t work. You were here still, you were still in Vecna’s grasp. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes, and mewls slipped past your lips.
“Did you think it would be that easy?” Vecna’s deep tremble of his voice shook through you, “I wouldn’t let you escape so easily, not when your time was so near.”
The lights flickered on joining with a dramatic buzzing noise, and your worst fears were proven and more. Your hands were covered in blood that was not yours and when you looked down and past your hands, you saw something that wasn’t in the room before.
It was Steve. His head was turned to the side and his eyes were open and unblinking. You couldn’t even scream, only releasing panicked, dry breaths as you were sent into a full blown panic attack. Your bloody hands shook, and your skin suddenly became below freezing.
You reached out to touch Steve, beginning to shake your head. It wasn’t possible, this never happened. You escaped Starcourt with him, with Robin, Dustin, and Erica. This never happened. Steve was alive, dammit, he was alive.
“This-this isn’t real! This didn’t happen!” You shouted into the lights above you, “This isn’t real-”
“Oh, but it will happen.”
“What do you want!” you screamed at him into the darkness, angry and afraid. The lights flickered again, and you now found yourself in a long hallway, similar to the one you and the Scoops Troop had to walk down in the Russian Facility. Blood still stained the walls, and Steve’s body was gone. In the distance the lights were flickering off as Vecna was stalking toward you with darkness following behind him. The claws of his left hand twitching and moving with every step.
“I want you to join me.”
You shot up and stepped backwards until your back pressed against a hard wall as you let out quiet whimpers.
“What do we do!” Steve called to Dustin, his hands now touching your face.
“I’m thinking!” Dustin shouted back, trying not to cry himself. His eyes moved around the room frantically until his eyes fell upon the stereo that was still cutting in and out of music. His eyes widened as he got an idea, “Will! Will! Do you remember when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer and they- shit nevermind- do you have a battery operated stereo or something?”
Steve yelled at him that it was in his closet. Dustin ran over to it while he yelled, “We have to talk to her, maybe it can get her out- that’s how they communicated with Will and playing that song he likes-”
Dustin was in Steve’s closet now, eyes searching for the boombox. Steve heard Dustin and remembered exactly what he was talking about. His eyes flashed to his stereo, knowing that they’d need the mixtape that was still in it.
“The tape we made Dustin, the tape! It’s in there!” Steve said, looking back at you, “Track 3, track 3 !”
Dustin had found it on one the top shelves, tossing boxes of shoes out of the way and grabbing it. He shouted at Steve that he needed to start talking to you, that he needed to tell you fond memories or something like that because it just might get through to you.
And Steve did, his voice breathless and panicked as he started to tell you about the first time he saw you at Hawkins High. He didn’t know how he never noticed you before because he knew all of the cheerleaders of Hawkins pretty well, but you- you were new. He told you about how he asked everyone about you, learning your name, anything that could get him closer to you.
Seemingly unstoppable tears flowed from your eyes as Vecna got closer and closer to you. You pressed yourself further into the wall, and wanted to turn your head but found that you couldn’t.
“Don’t cry for them,” Vecna told you, now only a few feet from reaching you, “They will be joining you and the others very soon, starting with the boy you love.”
You were trembling in your spot, Vecna now standing before you. You were trying to speak, but no words were coming out, especially when he lifted his left hand up, those sharp, long claws bigger than your own face.
You stared up at Vecna, and whimpered slowly when he began to move his hand closer to you, “It is time.”
It was like he was grasping your mind, an intense wave of pain and fear washing over you like the waves of the ocean during a storm. You couldn’t move. There was no escape, this time Vecna wasn’t going to let you go. It was time for you to join him.
“Dustin! Hurry up-” Steve's words were cut off when he felt you move in arms. His eyes flashed back toward you, and he watched as your body began to levitate into the air.
“SHIT,” Dustin shouted as he finally inserted the mixtape into the boombox and began to move it to track 3 like Steve said. The song that began to play made Dustin pause momentarily, and even he knew how much you liked this song.
‘I’ve got a dream about an angel on the beach…and the perfect waves are starting to come…
…his hair is flying out in ribbons of gold and his touch has got the power to stun…’
The tips of Vecna’s claws were almost touching your face, but he had suddenly stopped when the lyrics of the song echoed behind him.
The grip Vecna had on your mind faltered as you recognized the Fire Inc. song Ellen Aim performs at the end of Streets of Fire. Your eyes moved past Vecna toward the source of the song, and fell onto what looked like a tear in this world Vecna had created in your head.
You saw yourself in Steve’s room, your body levitating into the air, and Steve and Dustin. Steve was saying something to you. Your eyes narrowed slightly, trying to listen to what he was saying over the music.
‘But I don’t see any Angels in the city, I don’t hear any holy choirs sing… And if I can't get an Angel. I can still get a boy. And the boy will be the next best thing, the next best thing to an Angel.’
Steve’s voice began to break through as well. It was faint, but you could still hear and understand what he was saying. He was talking to you about your first date, and how you went to the drive-in to watch a whole other movie, but ended up watching this one. You didn’t even remember what the first movie was.
Memories flooded through you, flashing through your mind quickly. You saw Steve on this first date, felt his hand take yours, and felt his lips meet yours for the first time. You never kissed on the first date, and he was the first and only exception.
You saw Steve’s flushed face when he had climbed out of the pool following a swim race, and his eyes had lit up when he saw you there in your cheer uniform and pom poms cheering his name. You were the only cheerleader there. He had laughed and winked at you while you had blown a kiss.
“They can’t help you,” Vecna told you, making your eyes shift back to him, “You belong here, with me, with Chrissy…”
His hands began to inch closer, the tips of his claws barely touching your skin.
Steve helplessly watched as your body slammed flat against the ceiling, and his first move was to grab Dustin and pull him against him, making him face away from the sight. Because of what Eddie had said about what happened to Chrissy, they knew what was going to happen next.
“Her bones- they just snapped, and her eyes…it was like something was inside and-” Eddie had said in that boathouse the day before when you got your first vision.
He didn’t want Dustin to see that, especially not when it was his older sister. If he couldn’t protect you, he could at least shield Dustin and protect him.
‘I’ve got a dream when the darkness is over….We’ll be lying in the rays of the sun.’
Ellen aim’s lyrics got to you again and you heard Dustin’s sobbing, your eyes moved past Vecna’s again to see your little brother in Steve’s arms, Steve shielding him from your body that was now pressed against the ceiling.
More memories flashed in your mind. You saw the kids throwing popcorn at you and Steve at the movie theater during a matinee reshowing of Jaws, and heard Dustin say, “Are you seriously sucking face when someone is getting killed by a shark?”
You could hear their giggling from behind you, and a couple of gags that made you throw the popcorn back at them, but missing.
‘But it’s only a dream and tonight is for real, you’ll never know what it means, but you'll know how it feels.’
You saw Robin forcing you to watch movies you never thought of watching before, you saw her laughing, and saw both her and Stevea arguing in their ridiculous Scoops Ahoy uniforms.
You saw Steve running toward you after Starcourt, his face bruised up, yet he was still smiling and kissing you, happy that you were okay and you were alive.
‘It’s gonna be over before you know it’s begun, it’s all we really got tonight…’
“N-No,” you said to Vecna suddenly, he stopped before he could sink his claws into the skin of your face, “No!” You found the strength to reach up with both hands and grasp the wet, sticky vines that collected around his collarbone and neck. You grasped and pulled, the tendrils squishing between your nails and fingers before you screamed and pulled it off with incredible strength.
Vecna released you with a groan of pain, and you ducked underneath him, and raced toward them. You were a long way from running away from them at the trailer park, now running as fast as you could toward the end of this hall, back to your reality, back to your life, back to Dustin and back to Steve.
You didn’t look back, Ellen Aim’s singing and Steve and Dustin’s calls to you blasting your ears, drowning out Vecna calling your name.
‘Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come’
Ellen Aim sang as you inched closer and closer to your world.
‘No matter what it seems tonight is what it means to be young…’Your feet echoed with every step you took, your heart beating out of your chest as you ran and you ran and you ran, toward the music, toward your home.
“We have to help her, Steve, we can’t let him take her,” Dustin was crying, his words muffled against Steve’s shirt. Steve was shaking, and didn’t know what to say, and even if he did he couldn’t speak anyways.
He was too distraught, shedding more tears than he’s ever shed before. He was going to lose you, he failed you, Vecna got to you before any of them could figure out how to stop him. He held Dustin against him tighter, and shut his eyes.
“Just don’t look, Dustin, don’t look,” Steve even tried to cover his ears with his arms, hellbent on making sure Dustin doesn’t see or hear anything, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry we couldn’t save you…”
He clenched his teeth, the thought of Vecna being responsible sending a rage throughout him. His eyes were forced open, and profanities were falling from his lips all targeted toward Vecna. He didn’t know if he could hear him, but he wanted him to know that they were going to fuck him up for what he’s done, for who he’s done it to.
That was when you came back.
Your eyes were suddenly back to normal, and Steve caught it the exact moment because a loud gasp for air escaped from you. Steve moved Dustin aside, practically throwing him on his bed, and stepping under you just as you became unstuck from the ceiling and fell.
Steve fell on the floor with you right on top of him, hyperventilating and gasping for air as you felt like you ran miles and miles to get back here. Your eyes frantically looked around you, becoming hyper aware of everything around you, but knowing that you were back here, you escaped.
It didn’t seem real at first, Steve’s soft calling of your name that wasn’t echoing and rather in real time.
Your fists closed around Steve’s shirt as you met his gaze, they were puffy and red and full of the greatest relief in the world. You pressed your forehead against his, and whispered to him that you were okay.
“I heard you, I heard you both and the song,” you said between your fast breaths, your voice trembling and still cracking, “I saw-” Your words were becoming less coherent as you broke down in Steve’s arms.
Steve sat you up then, keeping you in his lap and holding you against him.
“It’s okay, you’re back, you don’t have to talk, not right now,” he told you quietly, his own voice matching yours.
Dustin had watched in disbelief that you were okay, thinking that maybe it wasn’t even real, but when he heard you speak and Steve respond, he was off of the bed and on the floor next to you Steve. Tears of relief spilled from his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around you as well.
Steve would ask you how you exactly got out, about what you had seen, about everything, but right now, he was beyond relieved that you were back, that you didn’t end up like Chrissy or Fred, that you finally fought back.
i’ve been thinking about writing for other fandoms obviously keeping alta and lok as my focus ones but what other characters/fandoms would you like to see?
happy new years! i hope you all had a wonderful holidays and to start off the new year i thought a zuko fic would only be right! please send in requests i do still write them and would love to hear some suggestions of what work you guys would like to see from me this year. now enjoy the fic!
- smells x
yelling was something that zuko had grown up quite acustomed to especially, the dulcet tones of his father expressing his concerns for zuko and his honour as a child.
even acknowledging his own bad habit of perhaps letting off steam once or twice perhaps at the wrong time at the wrong person.
he didn’t however expect to hear it this morning as he discussed with aang and sokka some new plans for the outskirted villages
“i think looking into having some more funding for out lying villages is an excellent idea zuko” aang smiled proud at how far his friend had come since first becoming fire lord
“it’s really is buddy” sokka exclaimed clapping zuko on the shoulder causing the fire lord to wobble at bit at the sudden contact
“okay good i’m glad you two are behind it makes telling the council a whole less nerve wracking if you have the avatar on your side” the thought of presenting to the council making zuko feel more ill by the second
“honestly i would be scared presenting to that bunch no emotion what so ever i remember once-e” aang being cut off by suki and toph bursting through the door
“okay i said you could come in at anytime but i think their is still time to knock” zuko rolled his eyes at the girls and their quick pasted antics
“quickly you need to come now, y/n is having a shouting match with council man wu” toph smirked seeing all of the boys faces drop into shock
the group ran down the hallway to the court yard a group of maids and council members lingered but everyone’s jaw dropped once they saw the scene in front of them
y/n’s cheeks were flushed with anger, brows furrowed and hands usually gracefully placed by the girls side where balled in fists at her side
as zuko stood jaw slacked at the sight in front of him he quickly perked up once he heard toph speaking to one of the maids
“psst lilia, what did we miss?” toph whispered to the young maid by her side
“council man wu is being as difficult as usual making some rude comments about the fire lord and well lady y/n just-” the young girl was then interrupted by the cranky council mans voice beginning to rise even higher
“you are a young woman and wouldn’t know the first thing about how a country should be run, fire lord ozai will always be the superior ruler therefore i do not intend to agree with any of lord zuko’s proclaimations” the old man sneered a sly smirk appearing on his face
the courtyard appeared shocked at the response councilman wu had been know for his rude responses but none ever like this
zuko studied y/n’s face wondering what she would say next his heart begging to flutter nervously
“now beg my pardon council man but you however are nothing but an old crone! if you think for one second that fire lord zuko is nothing short of compassionate
and his proclamations show the care he has for the people of the fire nation unlike you who seems to be completely self centered! now if you will excuse me i have far better things to do than to stand here with someone who is nothing but a nasty old man, good day!” y/n finished and walked off to the front of the palace
everyone stood there gobsmacked until toph began to laugh until everyone started to chuckle, zuko however chased after y/n running down the palace steps
“y/n,y/n wait” zuko yelled out the girl hastily turning her head around smiling sheepishly
he stood face towards hers smiling as y/n began to ramble out apologies
“zuko im so sorry i don’t know what came over me it’s just that he was completely infuriating speaking of you like that it was just i don’t but hmpft” zuko grabbed y/n’s waist dipping her down
his lips smashing against hers slowly letting of the love he could muster transfer through their lips, tingles were sent through y/n’s body her lips felt on fire as she wrapped her arms around the fire lords neck
the couple broke apart heads resting against each other breathe blowing hard on each other’s hot red cheeks
“no one has ever stood up for me like that before, thank you y/n” the fire lord smiled chuckling at the girls evident blush
“well i have never yelled at anyone like that before but for you i might just do it again” the girl smiled before swiftly kissing zuko again before being interrupted by sokka’s booming voice
“hey y/n are you sure you aren’t a fire bender cause you ROASTED HIS ASS”.
For the Spotify wrapped, could you do 12 and Korra?
ofc i can! hope you like it :)
run the world!! - korra x reader
paring: korra x fem!reader
wc: 3k
summary/notes: i tend to try and my reader inserts as gn as possible but this one is female. it doesn’t fully relate to the song but i tried.
taglist: @biqherosix @draqondance
so pessimistic, so narcissistic, so cynical, welcome to my own little world.
“so y/n, what do you think of us going to seingi’s after the game? you could meet our new teammate!” bolin approached you as soon as you came out of your slot in the gym with your pro bending team, the red sands rabaroos.
“i don’t have a game tonight bo.” you chuckled, wiping the sweat off of your forehead from your intense training session. you loved seeing the excitement on your best friends face whenever he mentionned his mysterious new teammate.
“mako and i do! don’t you want to watch us beat the zebra frogs?” he insisted, flashing his signature green pleading eyes that always made you cave.
“all right big guy, i’m down.” you gave in and patted his shoulder before you made your way down the hallway to lockerooms in order to change. right as you made the right turn you heard him yell out a ‘yes’ and pictured him punching his fist up in the air. you rolled your eyes and smiled at the idea of the other earth bender doing such but he was your best friend after all, what did you expect?
a couple of hours later after you’d gone home, showered and switched into more casual attire, you found yourself back at the probending arena though now a crowd had formed on the steps as everyone waited for the doors to open. you scanned the crowd and spotted a couple of people having fire ferret signs which made you smile.
you made your way through said crowd and up the stairs only to be met with a slightly smaller crowd of people trying to get the guard, rahaar, to let them in early to see their favorite team the game started. you chuckled slightly at their lousy attempts which guard rahaar’s attention.
“y/n!” he smiled as you pushed your way to the front and greeted him. “come on right in, enjoy the game!”
you thanked him and quickly slithered into the building so that he wouldn’t have to knock down anyone who tried to get in, and thankfully for him, no one did. though you were sure a couple of them complained at the fact that you’d just been able to enter like that. what could you say? they were the pros of being a pro bender.
you took your time to make your way to where you friends were, prepping themselves for the game in the gym and you had guess right as you heard the two brothers arguing.
“where is she?” you heard mako’s voice first as you approached the door and knocked.
“see mako, she’s there!” you could hear the smile in bolins voice as someone’s footsteps came to open the door to let who they thought was their new teammate in.
“sorry to disappoint but i’m not your new teammate.” you awkwardly joked as you met eyes with mako who raised his eyebrow at your presence as he stood next to the door.
“y/n! you’re here!” bolin exclaimed excitedly from behind his older brother.
“bo invited me to join you, your new teammate and him for dinner after the game so i figured i’d see the second best pro bending team play.” you explained as a response to seeing makos slightly confused expression which he nodded to and his face went back to his usual stoic and neutral expression.
“second best?” bolin inquired, placing his hands on his hips as he smirked.
“yeah, second best.” you confirmed, crossing your arms and defying him with your gaze.
“well y/n, we’ll see about that when we play each other in two weeks.” mako joined in on the playful rivalry and you nodded, agreeing to see exactly which of your teams was better.
“two weeks, hope you fire ferrets will be ready to pay for dinner at narook’s in order to celebrate my victory.” you proposed a bet which immediately made the innocent rivalry sound a bit more interesting. you extended your hand to bolin who was now in front of you, intending for him to shake on it as soon as he heard the mention of a paid dinner.
“you’re on!” bolin immediately agreed and place his hand on yours and you both shook on it.
“this is great and all but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re still missing a player and doors open in ten.” mako interrupted your intense playful gazes to alert bolin of the awkward situation they were in.
“shit, doors open in ten? i should go now if i want to go to the bathroom and get popcorn without a line.” mako raised an eyebrow once again at your strange way to exit but it sounded about right, it was you of course, you always had weird priorities. he had hoped you’d maybe take the time to help them figure out what to do but he knew it wasn’t your job to help them, hell, if anything you shouldn’t because one, you were on rival teams and two, realistically you couldn’t do anything.
“make sure you get good seats so you can see how just how much we’ll crush you!” bolin called as you left the gym. you give him a thumbs up in the air, not bothering to turn around.
a false commitment, oh, i never listened
you found a nice spot not too far from the platform after you’d gotten your popcorn. you munched on it as you watched the seats slowly fill, face scrunching up whenever you see someone wearing non fire ferret merch.
you knew they were going to win, they always did, at least with their old teammate, hasook. you hadn’t bothered to listen to their matches from home so you were going in blind.
you would never really admit to never listening to your friends matches, you just didn’t see the point in listening in on the competition, it’s useless. you need to see in front of you in order to study their tactics.
bolin didn’t know that when he invited you to come see their match, you had already planned to come in order to see how much of a rookie their new teammate was, it was kind of an opportunity for you to feel a bit better about your team, as awful as that sounds. one of your teammates had told you that they’d heard of a new waterbender on the fire ferrets that practice before seeing your friend.
you shoved popcorn into your mouth as the lights dimmed and the announcer’s voice boomed throughout the entire stadium. you quickly swallowed in order to cheer when they announced the fire ferrets. the people seated around you didn’t seem to enjoy your cheering for the newer team but at the same time, you didn’t enjoy their cheering for the opposite team.
you leaned in as you saw the three benders in red be brought to the stage and your eyes widened when they landed on the one with the blue rope. she wasn’t small by any means, you couldn’t see her face but just by her stance you could tell she was beautiful.
suddenly, you didn’t even look at your friend’s techniques as they played like they always did in order to give them criticism, no, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the water tribe girl.
you were sure it was only her second or third game but the way she moved made it seem like pro bending was something she’d been practicing for ages. god you wished this game would wrap up so you could meet her.
and im just a problem, and no one's ever solved it,
they announced the fire ferrets win and that’s when you snapped out of your trance, your popcorn long forgotten as you watched the waterbender move around confidently and knocking down her opponents.
little by little, people left their seats and exited the arena all while chatting up a storm about how the game went. you found yourself a part of that crowd up until a certain point where you turned in an opposite direction to see your friends.
you waited for them to exit as you leaned on the wall thinking of how to introduce yourself to the girl that had caught your attention.
“well y/n, impressed yet?” mako was the one to take you out of your thoughts as you looked up at him a smirk quickly making it onto your face.
“honestly no, your form was sloppy.”
“uh huh, sure, i’m totally taking firebending advice from an earth bender.” he rolled his eyes sassily, making sure to emphasise his and your bending.
“you’re taking advice from someone who dated a firebender mister.” you retorted, referring to your past lovers.
before he could reply, bolin came out with a girl as they talked about the game. bolin stopped in his tracks when he saw you and smiled.
you turned your head and mentally, your draw dropped. she was even prettier in person. she was a bit taller than you, her biceps accentuated by her water tribe getup, she had her hair in a traditional ponytail and her blue eyes held nothing but excitement that lingered from the game.
“not a bad game for a rookie.” was the first thing you said to her, making you want to slap your forehead at how dumb that sounded.
“not sure if that’s supposed to be a compliment.” she rose an eye brow as she made eye contact with you. you had to control yourself in order not to blush and break your usual cool composure.
“y/n here doesn’t really give compliments, sorry korra.” bolin jokily informed his teammate earning an arm crossing from you as an attempt to not let the girl see how she made you feel by just standing in front of you.
“then thanks i suppose.” was what she settled with and almost instantly, your mind made a connection with her name, korra. as in avatar korra. as in the newcomer to republic city.
“you guys didn’t tell me the avatar was apart of your team.” you ignored korra’s response, the question being aimed at the brothers.
“it was in the papers.” mako stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“as if i read the papers mako my boy.” you replied, taking a step closer to him, making sure to match your tone which earned a small blush on the firebender’s cheeks which was exactly what you wanted to do.
“yeah, i’m the avatar, big deal. let’s go eat.” korra seemed to get annoyed at your interaction with the firebender, making you cock an eyebrow in confusion. don’t tell me she likes mako was the only thing on your mind as you all nodded.
“wait, she’s coming too?” korra asked as she saw you follow them once you all stepped outside. the boys nodded which earned a little huff from the avatar. your happiness dimmed a bit at the thought of her not wanting to spend time with you, oh well, she’d have to deal with it.
oh, i don't think that i could be the one that you want me to be, its hard for me sometimes to see the light inside my love, i, i, i, i, want to run the world, the world, the world, the world
you all sat around a table at seingi’s, the closest firenation restaurant to the arena. it was surprisingly empty for a friday night. you stared at the menu trying to figure out what you wanted.
“i’m going to get the extra spicy fire noodles.” korra was the first one to announce what she was getting. she put the menu back on the table and waited for everyone to announce theirs.
“you sure you’ll be able to handle that?” you questioned, not bothering to look away from the menu. you knew your question infuriated her, god, you really did suck at flirting.
“if you hadn’t notice yet, i’m also a firebender. so yeah, i think i can handle my spice.” she had seemed to take offense to your question which made you laugh a bit.
“whatever you say miss avatar.” you rolled your eyes with a playful grin as you lowered your menu. you wanted to laugh at the offended expression on her face but you held it in this time, you still wanted her to like you.
“okay well i’m taking the same as korra.” mako announced in an attempt to break up whatever was going, afraid that korra’s short temper would act up to your snarky comments.
“i am too. how about you y/n.” all three of them were taking the spicy noodles. you were originally going to take them as well but that changed once everyone did as well.
“i’m taking the roast duck.” you announced, finally putting down the menu. korra rolled her eyes which confused you.
“you’ve got a problem with that avatar?” you questioned, a smirk making its way onto your face. if your presence seemed to annoy her, then by the spirits were you going to have fun with it. mako knew exactly what you were doing, he’d seen you do it before and knew that your flirting always seemed to dig yourself into a hole that was impossible to get out of.
“no, just confused as to why you’re still here. this is a team celebratory dinner.” she explained, her eyes narrowing you.
“i’m the honorary team member sweetheart. i-" before you could finish your explanation, you felt bolin kick in you in the shin from in front of you.
you hadn’t noticed mako that was seated next to you and bolin, who was in front of you, were secretly communicating to try and break up whatever fight that could happen. you were too engrossed in the beautiful avatar to notice.
“y/n’s our friend and we haven’t had dinner together in a while.” bolin explained after laughing nervously. korra nodded before looking over to mako to discuss his winning play.
everyone participated in the conversion but you. sure you listened but you couldn’t tear your eyes off of korra, wether she was speaking or not. the passion, the excitement and the love in her gaze and words as she spoke to the brothers about the game made you jealous, spirits did you wish she would talk that way to you.
you barely knew her and she didn’t seem to particularly love you but you wanted to be her entire world after just one look at her.
i’m never honest, i'm faking all this
dinner had gone on without much noise from you, which definitely raised suspicions for the two brothers. korra didn’t seem to care or notice so when she got up to go to the bathroom, their attention immediately went to you.
“is everything alright y/n?” bolin asked you, concern written all over his face.
“yeah, just a bit tired is all.” you lied, not wanting them to catch on that korra was filling your thoughts.
“you sure?” mako insisted, placing a hand on your shoulder. you nodded and looked away. you spotted korra and her smile dropped when mako placed his hand on your shoulder.
“yeah. can i finish your noodles?” you attempted to switch the subject, batting your eyelashes at mako in an exaggerated manor. he laughed and switched your dishes.
you danced a little bit in your seat and teased the broth before you ate the noodles, still warm.
“really? you’re still hungry? that duck was huge.” korra commented once she came back to her seat.
“i’m just making sure we don’t waste any money.” you started matter of factly which earned what was probably the fifth eye roll of the night from the avatar.
once again, mako and bolin steared the conversation in another direction to avoid any conflict. this time though, you made sure you were heard.
once dinner was over and you had all stepped out, korra approached you and your heartrate picked up.
“see? told you i could handle the spice.” she teased which came as a surprise to you, she hadn’t said anything particularly friendly to you all evening but you hadn’t either.
“master of four elements, master of all foods.” you joked, shoving your hands in your pockets. she chuckled at your words and suddenly, it was your favourite sound in the world.
Just point those fingers, cause i could never be hurt.
bolin accompanied korra to the docks so she could head back to air temple island and mako walked you back to your appartement.
“you suck at flirting y/n.” was the first he said when the others had left.
“and you’re better than me? mister i don’t show emotions?” you replied as you started walking, not wanting him to bring up anything that happened during dinner.
“please, i managed to get you.” he teased, jogging to catch up to you.
“you managed to take me on one date.” you corrected him, not taking your eyes off of the road in front of you.
“same difference.” he rolled his eyes.
“she likes you.” a small silence had settled and you decided to break it.
“who, korra? please, the bickering between the two of you was filled with sexual tension.” he teased, gently bumping his shoulder into yours.
“nah, she looked at you a certain way. besides, i don’t like miss prissy avatar.”
“you know y/n, that dinner was the first time i’ve seen you not try to the center of attention during dinner. and you have no room to call her prissy when you tend to be no better.”
“believe me, i could care less. i was just tired.” you stopped walking as you had arrived in front of your apartment building.
“i know you like and, a word of advice, don’t be too cynical with her like you’ve been with basically all of your exes. korra isn’t the type of girl to let that slide.” he said before bidding you goodbye and retracting his steps.
you processed his words as you went up the stairs. he was right but you’d never admit it.
you went to your window that faced air temple island and just stared at it, hoping that korra had gotten home safe.
unbeknownst to you, korra was looking out of her window and staring at the apartments, hoping that one of them was yours.
sorry i’ve been away for so long i have really missed writing but with holidays starting hopefully i’ll have more time for writing. i’ve been working on this series for a while i think it will be 2 parts but maybe 3 if you guys like it! send in those requests x
- smells x
zuko has always been a mystery to y/n. the way he had that cocky smirk whenever around the women of the kingdom but then a sweet smile whenever he was with his friends.
but whenever y/n was around he was cold, distant even rude treating her as if she was invisible.
she was only a worker at the palace cleaning, cooking mostly spending her time looking after avatar aang and katara.
both of them agreed the way zuko treated y/n was strange.
y/n hastily walked with the tray to aang’s office hearing voices inside she knocked before entering
“yes come in” aang soft voice rung before y/n entered
“well if it isn’t my favourite person” aang smiled at y/n as she placed the tea on the table earning a smile from katara
zuko resting against the wall pushed himself off sniffling a little
“aang, i will discuss this with you later” zuko coughed sounding quite horse, nodding his head at the couple adverting his eye contact with y/n
“zuko are you feeling well? you sound quite sick”katara stated with a furrowed brow pressing the back of her hand to the fire lord’s forehead
“i’m fine katara, honestly ” the fire lord stated waving goodbye to the couple avoiding all eye contact with y/n
y/n let out a saddened sigh before going back to pour the tea
“i just don’t get it, he really seems to dislike me and i don’t know what i’ve done” y/n explained handing katara and aang their teas before the couple gave each other a look
“y/n come sit” aang gestured to one of the chairs positioned around the table to which she hesitated but aang nodded before smiling warmly
“zuko has always been well quite reserved when i first met him i thought he was well an asshole and rude” katara explained a chuckle leaving both y/n and aang’s mouth
“but when he began to truly trust me things he still was an asshole but became better and now he really is one of my closest friends”
“the thing is y/n, don’t give up on zuko just yet i promise he will come around” aang comforted the young girl placing a hand over her own
y/n lay awake in her bed that night tossing and turning, thoughts swirling around her head
so maybe zuko isn’t so bad after all
how am i supposed to get him to trust me?
y/n’s eyes began to shutter close to drifting off to a restless sleep of tossing and turning
she was woken abruptly by a loud bang at her door, quickly jumping putting on a robe and slippers she hastily opened the door
jia one of the maids quite all out of breath looking quite dishelleved
“jia is everything alright?” y/n asked wrapping her robe around her tighter looking at the girl with wide eyes
“the fire lord has become ill he has a high fever katara has asked to please collect cloths from the kitchen and go to his chambers immediately” jia instructed her frantically
y/n sprinted her feet carrying her as fast as she could, arriving at the kitchen she frantically collected the bucket of cold water filled with towels
running the water sloshed in the bucket and thoughts sped through y/n’s head
i hope he’s okay
katara is the world’s best healer
he has to be fine
right?
approaching the fire lord’s room a blue glow illuminated the girls face
katara stood moving her arms gracefully over the large bed a circle of glowing water wrapped around zuko’s body a small gasp leaving y/n’s lips
y/n had never seen him look like this so small, meek and fragile always standing tall and proud
“great you are here, my part is mostly done this a virus so healing isn’t to much help but it does relive a bit of the fever” katara sighed pushing zuko’s hair back her eyes dreary with exhaustion
“katara why don’t you rest i can look after the fire lord for a while” y/n smiled sweetly, grabbing the bucket of clothes moving beside zuko’s resting body
katara yawned shuffling back to her own room, y/n dabbed the sweat off zuko’s face he was profusely sweating and shaking
how can i make him feel better?
y/n smiled beginning to think of a song that her mother used to sing to her when she was ill as a child softly she began to sing
The moon is bright, the wind is quiet,
The tree leaves hang over the window.
zuko began to stop moving his breaths becoming slower, the girl could see him relaxing she began to brush the hair out of his face as she continued to sleep
Little one, close your eyes,
Sleep, sleep, dreaming sweet dreams.
the fire lord now fast asleep had a small smile on his face, one y/n had only seen a handful of times usually reserved for his younger sister or mother
y/n stretched letting out a yawn fatigue beginning to take over looking over at zuko calmly asleep she began to drift off
i’ll just rest my eyes for a moment
when y/n awoke the sun peaked into the room little slithers of lights danced across the room she stretched her arms then began to check on zuko
“fever is down but still there” y/n mumbled biting her lip in concentration pressing her knuckles to the fire lords head
“good to know” zuko croaked out with a chuckle his eyes opening to show his gold orbs
y/n’s cheeks glowed bright red in embarrassment she began to bow with a stutter
“fire lord zuko i apologise for my presence i am not in uniform nor the correct-t, it’s just you were very ill and i was helping katara and then i just rested my eyes and fell asleep in the chair and i” y/n stuttered out avoiding eye contact with zuko glancing up to see a amused look on his face
“honestly it’s fine don’t worry about-t” zuko’s body was wracked with coughs
“spirits okay i’ll be back soon with some healing tea and katara” y/n exclaimed quickly walking towards the door with haste as she put her hand on the handle though zuko piped up behind her
“you know you have quite a lovely voice, y/n” the fire lord said with a smirk
y/n paused smiling widely a tinge of blush on her cheeks appeared before she walked out searching for katara.
