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MASTERLIST

F1

whatever you need p1, p2, - op81 x reader x ln4

Jess Day girl - mv1 x reader

proud of my girls - Chloe Chambers x Platonic!Reader

Stranger Things

confusion - Steve Harrington x Munson reader

Ackley Bridge

Don’t look back into the sun p1, p2, p3, - Jordan Wilson x reader

YouTube

Harry’s daughter snippets - Sidemen x Harry’s daughter

my wattpad

CONFUSION

Steve Harrington x Munson reader,

from this request! @neralovestowrite

Hope you enjoy! i hope it lives up too you’re expectations. I may have spelt quaff wrong idk. And yesterday when I said ill upload tonight, I meant tomorrow evening😔. bon appétit!

y/n never interacted with the Maine group. She didn’t go into the “upside-down.” She hasn’t fought off a Demogorgon; all she knew from last year was that they had helped her brother before he died. Eddie had told her to trust them. But now he was gone, and the hellfire club was officially a satanist cult, well, deemed by the basketball team. She was alone.

The only thing she had going for her was a job as a mechanic. Which led her to the radio station on the edge of town. Her skills only brought her so far in the tech side of the station, but the van seemed to run into all sorts of problems.

She had been called in this morning to fix something minor in the booth, something they assured her was within her ability. The ride over was quiet, her hair slightly tousled and tangled from the wind. Her heartbeat was hard against her ribcage. The thought of being in the same room as Steve “the hair” Harrington scared the girl. It might be cliché. She liked the popular guy, so be it.

Despite her knowing the boy didn’t like her back. Every time their hands grazed, or he stood a little too close behind, gave her hope. She knew he liked Buckley. She is pretty, nice, funny, and not hated by the majority of the town. Heck, if she had to pick a girl, it would be Robin. And it would seem Steve had the same idea.

The way they interact didn’t go over the girls’ heads. There are constant knowing looks in group conversations they way they flow so easily. The boy would take his eyes off Robin, and it pained the girl that they were the only people in Hawkins who hired her, so she had to be stuck with them for hours on end.

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y/n sat in one of the chairs in the booth in the middle of the Wsqk. Her hands were working with wavering confidence. Her selective hearing wasn’t quite working today. Her ears pick up on the two chatting behind her. Their conversation started about the schedule, but it now moved to snide giggles and whispering voices. She could feel their eyes on the back of her head.

To her, they were definitely talking shit about her. They didn’t want her here she’s the town freak whose brother murdered a girl them killed himself. She almost feels guilty about her crush on Steve, the thought of him ever liking her back never crossed the girl’s mind. It weighed down on her made her shy away from them both.

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y/n headed for the door, her job done sufficiently she was now doomed to go back to a shitty trailer and make dinner for her and her uncle Maby even wallow in self-pity a bit if she was lucky. The sound of footsteps followed her out to her car. She turned to face Steve jogging to catch up with her. His hair is bouncing in a ridiculously perfect qwaff. His cheeks were red from the cold chill caused by the change in seasons. He stopped in front of the girl.

“y/n one sec not to hold you back you’ve probably got lots to do but um… I was wondering if I could…um, take you out. Obviously not today, but maybe on the weekend or something.” Steve scratched the back of his neck, a small smile covering his face. y/ns heart stopped. Her mouth fell open, and despite her body yelling at her mothing came out of her mouth. Till she looked through the window of the Wsqk caching a glimpse of a smirking robin. Her heart stomach dropped

“I can’t believe you, Steve! Really!?” she raised he voice

Turning to open the door of her car. Steve’s face morphed in confusion, his shook his head eyebrows creasing. He took a step forward.

“What?” something in his tone almost made the girl turn around almost convinced that the girl this was some twisted joke. That maybe he actually did want to take her out, but she couldn’t make herself believe it. She opens the car door, standing behind it, and she now faces Steve.

“Just leave me alone. Likely story, King Steve wants to go out with a Munson, ha-ha, you two are so funny.” She nodded her head to the window of the Wsqk where robin stand, making Steve turn and huff. As the boy turns the car door slams shut, and the girl drives off. Steve’s posture slumps. He stands still contemplating his actions. What did he say wrong? Did he offend you? Did he make you uncomfortable? He stood outside with his eyes closed for a second before turning and walking back inside to be bombarded by questions from Robin.

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When Y/n got a call this morning and she herd robins voice, she almost hung up, but with some convincing, she was on her way to the station. Robin said she wanted to talk. Y/n wasn’t sure if Steve was going to be there. She hoped he wouldn’t be.

Y/n and Robin sat next to each other on the sofas in the Wsqk Robins’ hands fiddled nervously, and one of her legs bounced up and down in a repetitive pattern. Y/n kept glancing at the girl with slight worry. What Robin wanted to talk about was causing her great stress. She might not particularly love the girl, but seeing someone in distress doesn’t please anyone. She reached out and put her hand over Robin’s. The girl’s gaze shot up to look at the girl to be met with one of worry. The way Robin looked at the girl made her realise this had nothing to do with Steve. Robin’s eyes were filled with nothing but worry and panic.

“I know we don’t know each other particularly well, but I don’t want you to blame Steve. Ok, I just… It’s me, not him, trust me.” Robin turns her hand over to hold y/ns. y/n frowns in confusion. She tries to keep eye contact with robin but the girl keeps glancing at the floor or the wall behind her.

“What is it robin. I want to tell anyone, trust me, I don’t have anyone to tell.” y/n laughed a bit causing a small smile to spread on Buckleys face. She shuffles more to face the girl.

“I um… im… It’s hard to say.” Robin stutters. y/n tightens her grip on Robin’s hand squeezing twice in a signal of support. Roin smiles at the girl and takes a deep breath.

“I like girls.” The room is silent. Robin quickly shies away, pulling her hand away from the hold, but is stopped when y/n grabs it back. Robin looks up to the girl to see her smiling back at her. y/n wraps her arms around robin pulling her into a hug. The girl tenses then relaxed into the hug, slowly bringing herself to hug back.

“Thank you for telling me,” Y/n whispers into Robin’s ear. Robin squeezed the girl twice in a way of reply. The girls sat on the sofa for more than ten minutes in a hug that both needed.

They broke apart at the sound of the door squeaking open. Steve stopped as he saw the girls through the tiny window on the door. He pivoted and walked back out toward his car, fumbling with keys in an attempt to escape. y/n ran out through the doors to catch up with the boy. It was all clicking now they weren’t talking shit robin was helping Steve.

“Steve please stop.” The girl yelled from the front of the Wsqk. Steve turned to look at the girl, his eyebrows drawn in alarm, covering his face.

Robin told me… she… yes ill go out with you. Sorry, I was a dick. I just assumed that. Im sorry.” She walked slowly towards Steve her words not coming out steadily and overlapping each other. Steve stood frozen. His head is aching. He tucked his keys back into his pocket and walked towards you at the same speed.

“im sorry. I don’t know why I just assumed you would say yes; it’s not like we have given you a good reason to believe I like you. You know it’s hard to shake bad habits from school.” He chuckles slightly, making y/n grin. He stands in front of her, both stilling as he brings up his hands and takes hers in his.

“I like you, y/n, I really do. You’re not weird, you’re not a freak. Your ravishing, endearing, your scarily loyal to Dustin event Tho he’s being an ass, but your brother told you to look after him, and you won’t let his word die.” Steve’s eyes feel like they are going through her, seeing her at her core.

“Oh, using big words now?” The girl snots as she blinks away tears.

“Shut up.” He grins back. “You are truly a diamond in the rough. And any guy would be lucky to even look at you. And I’m hoping you’d let me be that.” y/n smiles up at Steve his expression alike of a puppy.

“Yes, Steve, I already said it earlier, I will go out with you.” She giggles a bit, he does too and brings the girl up to hug. She drapes her arms around his nek weaving her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. Steve’s hands were wrapping around the girl’s back, his thumbs stroking her sides.

“woooooo!” Robin busts through the door, hollering at the pair. “Took you long enough!”

Bella - I hope the coming-out scene wasn’t too bad. I’ve never properly come out to someone so it was a little hard to write, but i hope you enjoyed ty for reading!

someone pls send me ideas for stranger things one shots 🙏🙏🙏I’m dying over here.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4,

intro:

Jordan Wilson and Lucy Thomas have been best mates since that fatal day at the pub. Lucy in a state, and Jordan was the only person who could take her mind off things. They are now in year 11, and Jordan is still the shoulder Lucy leans on

angst/fluff,

Warning: abuse (physical) I will put a ✧ ˚ before and after if you want to skip, but it’s nothing too graphic.

The pair walked into school; the environment familiar, but the faces not. Luna looked around, making eye contact with a girl in a hijab who sent her a stern glare. Making the girl look down quickly. She doesn’t know what she’s gonna do. School was shit enough as is, now there’s a bunch of people who, judging by that interaction, don’t like her much. Jordan looked down at Lucy, then followed the direction of her gaze. Glaring back at the stranger. If Jordan was gonna do one thing, it was protect Lucy.

Lucy felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned to face the booth girl, who had a small, sincere smile on her face. Luna smiled back. She liked Missy; she was nice and pretty. Missy lifted a small pouch, making the makeup inside it rattle. She pointed to it, her grin widening. “Come on, then let’s get you sorted!” she was excited. I mean, it’s not every day you get to do your boyfriends or partners. Whatever they are. Little sisters makeup.

“We are stealing her Jordan, sorry, not sorry.” Missy grabbed the girl’s wrist, turning her toward the school. Only then did Lucy see Nas standing behind Missy. Offering her the same shy smile. “Bye, Jordi. I’ll see you in form,” Lucy spoke softly, walking backwards. Jordan gave her a two-fingered salute with an annoying grin. He was happy she was with people other than him and girls at that. Not that it looked like it was her choice, but he trusted Missy with her.

Lucy is sitting on the counter in the space between the sinks. Missy up in her face, trying her best to conceal the bruise that had formed under her eye. “So what happened?” Nas asks the person leaning against the cubicle opposite. Her arms crossed and her eyebrows drawn, she was confused at who would do this to a girl who, in her eyes, had never done anything wrong ever.

Missy shushes her, “No questions. Harry said. So shut up!” She turns to look at Nas, pointing at the girl with a makeup brush. Who put her hands up in defence.

“It’s ok. I was play-fighting with Jordan. It’s my fault,” Lucy mumbles, slightly scared of the older girls. Missy wiped back around at her words. A small smile rose on her face.

“Oh, you and Jordan hu… ‘play fighting’” she wiggled her eyebrows at the girl. Lucy’s face heats up immediately. Her cheeks were flushed in a red hue. Eyes widening, and head shaking vigorously.

“No, no, no, no, not like THAT… me and jor- we don’t - not… no” she panicked, stuttering and mixing up her words. The two other girls just laughed gently at her. “Don’t worry, Missy was just messin.” Nas steps forward, putting a hand on Lucy’s shoulder. Missy stepped back from the girl.

“and done! Beautiful, might I say.” Lucy jumped off the counter and looked back into the mirror; the bruise was basically gone. She turned back to the two girls, smiling back at them,

“Thanks. I’d better go now, I’ve got form with Mister Bell,” she quickly tried to walk away, grabbing her bag from the floor. Till she felt someone step in front of her.

“Brill me to!” Missy grabs the girl again. “Ta-ta!” she waved shortly at Nas, pulling the younger girl with her.

Lucy slumped down into the chair next to Jordan, the rest of the class chatting around them. “It looks better. Missy did a good job.” Jordan leaned back on his chair, poking her cheek. She slapped away his hand.

“Just cuz you can’t see doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt dickhead.” She glared back at him, earning a chuckle. The boy is balancing back on his chair with his foot on the one in front. Lucy kicked his foot off the chair, causing the boy to wobble “Oi!” he looked to the girl to see her giggling, making him smile. He would do anything to see that. Recently, it’s been a rarity. The girl got shy and stopped talking to people as much. Her group is very limited.

Their attention was drawn back to the front by their new form tutor, Mr Bell. “Excuse me, I’ll just wait till you’ve finished, then shall I?” he speaks over the class, making them go quiet, while someone apologises. “My name is Mr Bell-” “end” some boy sat behind Jordan yells. The room laughs.

“Very original,” she rolls her eyes at the boy. Jordan nudges her with his elbow, motioning to the front. Seeing Mr Bell looking at her with raised eyebrows, “Sorry, sir,” she mutters, looking down at her lap.

He carries on, “right when I point to youse, I want you to shout out your names. loud and proud. go!” he clicks, pointing at Missy’s little sister.

“Hayley, booth,” she said as she stood up slightly. Mr Bell goes round pointing as people shout their names. Till he gets to Lucy. “Lucy Thompson.” She stays seated but raises her voice. Hear her heart beating in her chest. “Aah, a Thompson. Harry, your brother?” he gets a small nod back.“ I’ve already told him off once today. Hope you aren’t in the same trouble.” She shakes her head at him, the man smiling at her before pointing towards Jordan.

“Abdullah bin Kevin,” he smirks, knowing it will get people off. “Jordan!” Lucy shoves him harshly. Her brows furrowed, looking at the boy in front of her, disappointed. People are yelling at him, understandably so. he looks around and back at the girl, feeling a twinge of regret.

“Alright, Joker, what’s your real name?” Mr Bell talks to Jordan. “It is my real name in a revert.” Jordan looks back. “Stop being such a bellend.” Lucy slaps him again, more seriously this time.

Razia speaks up from across the classroom. Naz’s little sister, who’s sat next to Hayley. “pervert, more like it” “don’t take the mick.” Someone replies, but Lucy wasn’t paying attention; she was trying to make eye contact with Jordan. He is actively avoiding it. He knew it was wrong, but she just didn’t know what could have possibly possessed him to say that.

“his name is Jordan Wilson and he’s a wind-up!” Hayley tells Mr Bell, looking at Jordan. Mr Bell nods at her as a thanks. “Alright, Jorden Wilson, wind up,” he points his pen towards the boy.

ik this ones shorter but i just wanted to post what i have and see if anyone liked it! love you lots xx -bella

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,Chapter 3,

intro:

Jordan Wilson and Lucy Thomas have been best mates since that fatal day at the pub. Lucy in a state, and Jordan was the only person who could take her mind off things. They are now in year 11, and Jordan is still the shoulder Lucy leans on.

angst/fluff,

Warning: abuse (physical) I will put a ✧ ˚ before and after if you want to skip, but it’s nothing too graphic.

year 11, GCSES and a new school great like lucy haven’t got enough on already. At least she’ll still be with Jorden till the end of the year then who knows. lucy got a job. working at the local garage fixing up the cars. well Joe (her boss) hasn’t let her actually fix up someone’s car but she works at the desk and on a old cars out back. Its good work experience that will look great on paper.

The night before harry had treated the group to a trip down to chippy. Lucy walks next to Jorden behind Harry and Cory. Lucy wrapped in a stripy zip up and a denim skirt. Feet clad pair of white nick socks and some off brand trainers she got from Primark. 

Dark clouds loom over them. The wind nippy and sharp, but the air still warm from summer. The walk feels long, as long as a trip down the road can be. The pair in front chat most likely about some girls or shit teachers. Lucy and Jordi walk in complete silence. they did that a lot. obviously they talked, but often they found themselves with out words. 

A silent conversation was founded as they kicked the same rock ahead of them going back and forth. Till lucy kicked it to hard and it hit the back of cory’s leg. 

“shit” she muttered as she hears Jor laughing next to her. she shoves him with her elbow gently. As cory turn looking down at his leg then back up at the pair making them put there hands up in surrender. Jorden still sniffling . He narrows his eyes as lucy and Jorden point to each other. lucy’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“DONT LIE!” Jor yells whilst laughing at her.

 "I’m not its was defo you!“ she shoots back. Cory had turned around not having any more interest in that conversation. luc and Jor squabbles till the group got to the chippy. 

After the chippy Jorden sat with lucy in her room. Both of them sat on her bead against the wall, facing my window, music playing softly out her cd player. Lucy leans her head back against the wall closing her eyes yet her mind is wearing in anxiety, fear for the next day. As if Jordan can sense it he turns his head looking at her. she can feel his eyes piercing her skull like darts. 

"what?” lucy asks turning her head to him. “your worrying.” He says plainly. she stares at his face examining his features. Silence falls over them, the cd finishing. The only sound being there breathing and the obnoxious yells from the football on the telly downstairs muffled by the walls. He’s looking in her eyes not faulting to make her nervous she seem to contain her blush on this occasion.

 "you’ll be alrigh. nothin to worry bout" He slices the silence.

“how’d you know?” lucy questions him already seeing the smile forming on his face. 

“I’ve got somite up my sleeve don’t you worry.” His smile turns into a smirk. Raising a eyebrow she starts “and what would-" 

"oi shut up would ya I’m trina watch the footy!” lucys dad booms. Hearing his footsteps come up the stairs. Creaky and heavy his steeps echo around the house. she panic, if her dad sees jorden she’ll be in hot water. Jorden already knowing the drill pulls on his jumper and shoes. lucy gets up opening the window for him as he climes out.

 He stopes glancing back at her, half out the window, and plants a gentle kiss on her cheek. A common gesture, yet still makes lucy furiously red before she has time to reply to his gesture her door busts open her dad stood angry Infront of it. “fuck” she whispers under her breath. Jorden is gone but not without her dad seeing him. 

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she closes the window quickly seeing Jorden glancing back to look at her. she smiles gently hoping he wont see her fear. He smiles back and carries on to next door. Lucy draws the curtains feeling her fathers presence behind her. she turns slowly her breath shallow and ragged. Her eyes follow up his arm to his closed fist, raised before it comes sharply down in to her face. her hands shoot up to touch her eye that had been hit, falling to the floor. 

Lucy lay on the floor of her room, glancing up at her dad, hand on her pounding eye. He stand above her a second longer before spitting on her and muttering “slut.” he leaves without a second glance thumping back down the stairs the door swinging shut behind him. she sucks in a breath. her body acing. 

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As she begins to push herself off the floor Harry rushes in. “shit i heard him come up but i though he went toilet… shit sorry.” He grabs lucy and lifts her onto the bed his arms tensing. 

“salright. My eye just hurts a bit. Nothing to be concerned about.” she whispers back still not finding her voice. He crouches in front of her holding her face in his hands.

 "well this is gonna bruise, and we ran out of concealer last week, we both get paid next.“ He sighs examining her eye. Last week was a bad one for Harry. there Dad had gone on him bad and they had used the last of the makeup covering him up for a date he had with Missy. 

"salright ill ask Missy to patch you up tomorrow. Shell be in your class you know.” Harry stands up wrapping his arm around her shoulder. lucy look down not wanting the pity from Missy, and most likely Nas Missy’s friend. Missy and harry had only been on a few dates. He they hadn’t gone far yet only pecks and not been to each others houses yet. harry really liked her he got all giggly around her Cory makes fun of him for it. 

“don’t worry ill give her some excuse ask her not to ask any questions. It’s good to have people Luc. even if you don’t want there pity.” He rubs her shoulder, dropping his had and walking towards the door. 

“good night Harry.” she whispers her voice floating through the air. Harry closes the door behind him before saying it back 

“good night Lucy.” He sighs and goes back to his room closing the door. 

lucy wakes from her phone buzzing beside her. A message from Jorden lights up the screen. “I’m outside.” It reads. she perks up realising she was late. on the first day. her uniform lays out from the night before, she slips it on as quick as possible. Glancing in the mirror she smooths down her hair. it’ll have to do. she thought. and Quick lip-gloss and mascara wont hurt anyone. 

Pulling her bag over her shoulder grabbing her tie and running down the stairs. As usual, met by goose. He follows her to the kitchen, she grabs a piece of toast off a plate on the counter. Turning back to the door. "oi!“ Harry yells trying to grab her bag but she slips on her shoes and out the door closing it behind me.

 "hey!” lucy calls walking towards him. 

“you didn’t reply to my message.” jordan turns around to face her .

 "oh don’t sulk I’m here now. come on or we’ll be late.“ readjust her bag on her shoulder walking towards school Jorden jogging to catch up with her. "oi don’t pretend you arnt the reason we would be late, and what’s that” He quips falling in step next to lucy gesturing to her face. He offers her one of his headphones. she takes it putting it in her ear. Jme blaring my ear off.

“turn it down will ya I actually like this song but i don’t want my ears blown off by it. and  its nothing. woke up with it” she gestures her hand the the headphone. she knows it was stupid you don’t just wake up with a back eye but Jorden didn’t know and he didn’t need to know how she had gotten it. 

He pulled out his phone turning it down whilst letting out a huff. He shoves lucy lightly. Causing her to stumble lightly but not far as they are connected by the wire of the head phones. she giggles and turns back to see his smile matching hers. they keep on walking towards what could be the best or worst year of our life.

lucy’s head buzzes, mentally double checking she put everything in her bag. Thinking of all the new people she’s gonna meet its gonna be different going to a mixed school. Its not like they were particularly segregated. they live in the same neighbourhoods. she goes to the same corner shop as them. they just never been to the same school.

lucy doesn’t get why everyone is making it such a big deal about a new mixed school. her cousin Jemma goes to school in London and she said lodes of the schools there are mixed that don’t even talk about the fact. she just don’t like the meeting new people, was never good at it. she overthinks, over analyses every conversation or interaction she has with everyone, from the bus driver to Jorden.

If she could stop it best believe she would, but alas here she is heart pounding, ears ringing her eyes welling up. till she feels it. His hand brushing hers, Jorden’s hand touching lucy’s as they walk. He could tell she was tense he’s had to deal with her being like this forever. He. just. knows.

thank you so much for reading!!!! don’t be a ghost reader love you all - bella

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intro:

Jordan Wilson and Lucy Thomas have been best mates since that fatal day at the pub. Lucy in a state, and Jordan was the only person who could take her mind off things. They are now in year 11, and Jordan is still the shoulder Lucy leans on.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,

I love Ackley Bridge, so I thought it was finally time for me to write something! This is also on WP, my user is in my masterlist <3

angst/fluff,

Warning: abuse (physical) I will put a ✧ ˚ before and after if you want to skip, but it’s nothing too graphic.

Lucy sat puffy-eyed and sore throat. Her legs dangling off a sticky leather sofa, swinging back and forth, trying to calm herself. The little five-year-old girl was scared and confused. Her mum, the lady who was supposed to protect her, who told her she’d always be there, had left. High and dry. Packed a bag the night before.

Would have left without a note if it weren’t for the little girl who had woken up early and gone to wake up her mummy, only for her not to be there. Her parents yelled and screamed as her brother Harry dragged her into a corner, both their eyes watering. Used to the yelling, but not what followed.

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Their dad raises his hand, landing a sharp slap across their mum’s face, leaving her breathless. 7-year-old Harry covers Lucy’s eyes. Their both shaking as she leaves. Gone. No more mummy. The door slammed behind her.

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So here she is in a pub, Harry in the toilet and dad at the bar talking to a man whom she had seen down the road before. He didn’t care in the slightest. It wasn’t the first time he had laid his hands on his wife, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. As he claims, “She will come crawling back, every whore here does.”

 Lucy felt a pit in her stomach. One that couldn’t be filled by the music playing through the speakers of the pub or the J2o and crisps her dad had chucked at her before he ordered her away. The pit, the hole, dragged on. An oasis of emotions, she now had bottled as they made their way over to the pub. She understood herself, not sure anyone else would.

 That’s still, she feels the sofa dip next to her. A little boy, who looks to be her age, is sitting next to her. Unwavering just sat small smile on his face. “My dad is talking to you’re dad.” He whispers, leaning closer. The girl sniffled and hiccupped, her tears still drying.

 "I can see that,“ she states. She may be small, but she has some sass on her. The boy, not taken aback, lifts his head to properly look at the girl. She turns to take him in as well. His bruised eye met her red, swollen ones. They both smile softly. 

"Jorden, and that’s my brother Cory, right knob he is.” She let out a giggle as he spoke, looking to find his brother and hers. 

“Lucy, and that’s MY brother Harry, he’s ginger so I think he’s adopted.” She says as if nothing, looking in her brother’s direction. Jordan chuckles. Both five-year-olds agreed to stick together, and they have. 

Six years later

First day of year seven. An anticipated day. Big school. She slips into her skirt and buttons up her shirt. It feels proper more than primary, like she’s doing something important with her life. Her dad didn’t finish secondary, so she’s gonna do it just to spite him. Theirs a soft knock on he door, and Harry peeks in. His ginger curls came through before his head. Face scattered with freckles, but his blue eyes are like Lucy’s and their mum’s, the one thing they got from her, well, Lucy got her nose, but they share her eyes.

He smiles, looking at Lucy. Walking forward and placing his hands on her shoulders. “You look so grown up… wait, where’s your tie?” His smile turns into furrowed eyebrows and a frown as he turns around to look.

“Umm, I don’t know,” she says, joining him in searching her room.

Posters cover her walls. Supergirl, black widow and spiderman. A proud Sebastian Vettel and Max Verstappen posters dangle above Lucy’s bed. A pile of CDs sit in the corner next to an old CD player she had found under the stairs in a box labelled Jen (mum). The CDs are a variety of every British band ever, and a few new ones Cory bought her for her birthday last year.

 Lucy’s school bag was ripped from her bed, her books and pencil case falling out as Harry turned it upside-down. “Oi! What do you do that for?!” She takes the bag out of his hands, putting it on top of the pile of stuff previously in her bag. Sitting on the edge of her bed with a huff.

“It could have been in there! Shit sorry. I know you’ve had that bag packed for weeks.” He said, sitting next to her, slouching. He was sorry, she could tell. He knows how nervous Lucy’s been about school. Everyone knows she’s not very good at hiding it. Harry is going into year 9. He has already done two years, and he knows the drill. The teachers. The way around school has a big group of friends and even a crush on a very pretty girl called Missy.

Lucy only has one friend of her own. Jordan. She would like to make more friends, especially with girls. A female presence apart from her own is strongly lacking in her life. There’s not much of a chance of her making new friends with Jordan, the people repellent, shadowing her. She doesn’t have much hope. She does have her aunt, though. Her dad’s sister. She says he’s a right git, and Lucy agrees.

Harry helps Lucy put the things back in her bag, and they make their way downstairs. Harry runs down in front of her. Met at the bottom of the stairs by a barking brown lab. Goose. At least they have him. They got him off the side of the road three years ago. Some lady was offering him to anyone walking past. Lucy had begged and begged their dad, and he said yes as long as they promised to take care of him.

That was before their dad got bad; now he’s just angry and never buys anything for them. “Shut that dog up, will ya! I’m this close to taking him outside and hitting him around the head.” He mutters the last bit. Lucy feels her heart beat rise. She was hoping her father was still asleep. So they could have a smooth morning. Creeping out like they did most days. They can hear him from the kitchen. Harry goes in front of Lucy, going to take the hit for her; neither of them wants to see him. As Lucy walks past the living room to the kitchen, she looks through the door to see her tie. Covered in curry from two weeks ago, and a beer sat on top. Theirs no way she can wear that. She let out a huff and went to sit at the small round table in the “kitchen”. 

“smile, yeah, no one will be able to look at you otherwise, the state of ya.” Their dad huffs at her from the other side of the table as she keeps eye contact with the piece of toast on a plate in front of her. 

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“Don’t talk to her like that.” Harry sticks up for Lucy only to earn a harsh slap across the face. 

“You don’t tell me how I speak to my own daughter!” He’s shouting again. Standing up, the chair scraped across the wooden floor. That already had marks from the action being constant. Lucy felt Goose brush against her leg, curling up under the chair, tail wrapped around her ankle. Moaning and whimpering.

 "DAD STOP!“ She stands up carefully not to move the chair from Goose and not to anger her dad anymore. "You can’t! people will see it and ask questions.” he grumbles and shakes his head sitting down.

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 Harry releases a breath also standing up. storming towards the door picking up his and Lucy’s bags. motioning for her to follow. she huffs and looks down at the toast on her plate before following. no food today i guess. Not that plain toast was any good. “You don’t tell those twats a thing. If i find out that you have told i will… i will… i-i.” and he’s out like a light she new he was on something he’s never not. lucy pat goose to get up and follow. Harry grabs their shoes out from the wrack dropping them on the floor as lucy plays with Goose ruffling his fur and getting in his face only to be returned with the big wet kiss. she giggle as harry taps her back. 

“Come on we’ve got to get going. Get your shoes on and where is that bloody tie!” lucy grabs her shoes and sits on the stair case.

“In the living room .” she mumble and nods her head towards the room. He glances inside grimacing.

“Its alright I’m sure Cory or Jordan can lend you one. Considering Cory never wears his anyway. I would mine but I an’t got another” lucy nods tying her laces and getting up as harry opens the door and Goose runs out.

“Goose!” they both yell running out lucy closing the door behind her. 

she turns around to find two scruffy boys looking back at her. Jordan and Cory Wilson. Harry bear hugging Cory and Jordan stood there looking like a muppet in a blazer that was most defiantly cory’s and defiantly to big for him.

 "Nice jacket Jordie.“ Lucy teases as she bump his shoulder, a smile appearing on Jordans face. Goose weaving between everyone’s legs.

"Hey don’t bully him, he’ll grow into it.” Cory comes over and ruffles Lucy’s hair making her swat his hand away. she sulks looking up at him with hair sticking up around her face. 

“Don’t worry about your hair there an’t any good fellas at are school you need to impress. A bunch of twats.” He said walking off backwards towards harry. Lucy turns to Jordan raising her eyebrows.

 "You look just fine.“ He says rolling his eyes but there’s a small smile on his face. she smiles back at him as he offers her one of his wire headphones. they walk down the road Cory and Harry trailing behind them. 

"You all right mate?” Harry askes Cory “You know you can tell me anything yeah. I mean with these two we will probably be uncles in five years.” They both chuckle. 

“Yeah all good just dad being a dick.” Cory mumbles as Harry puts a arm around his shoulder.

 "I know the feeling but we’ve got to take care of these two yeah, together.“ They walk a little further. 

"Oi could you lend luc your tie? you never wear it anyway and she has a bit of a problem with hers.” Harry questions Cory. 

“yeah corse!” He says taking it off. “oi Thomas!” He yells chucking the tie at the back of lucy’s head causing her to flitch. making Jorden chuckle.

 "Glad you thought that was funny.“ she grumble as they stop to pick up the tie. Lucy bending over to pick it up, Jordan moving to cover the girl from the back where her skirt pulled up

 "Yeah it were well funny. Here let me do it for you. Dad taught me how to do mine this morning.” lucy’s heart pounded as Jorden stood Infront of her doing up her tie. There faces inches apart. she could feel his breath on her cheek. Him paying more attention to the tie then to how close they had gotten. Little did she know his breathing had shallowed he was hiding his nerves from being to close to the girl by tying the tie. The two older boys walk past snickering. lucy sticks her tongue out to them getting it back in return. she look back up to Jorden as he finishes. blush covers there cheeks lucy quickly looks down a keeps walking.

Bella - first chapter! A bit of a background to get a grip on some of the character relationships, i enjoyed writing this so I might do a few more. After this we get in to season one unless i write more i guess you will find out. love you lot xoxo

WHATEVER YOU NEED p2

part 2 of WHATEVER YOU NEED.

Oscar Piastri x reader x lando Norris

For October, here is me finally putting out part 2 of a fic. Defo longer than part 1! Happy October festivities (kinktober) to everyone!!!

fluff/angst/smut (suggested)

warnings: crash (nothing major, no one is hurt), smooching and touching, nothing explicit.

Saturday Quli day. Fp3 has passed, this time you wear sat snug in the back of the garage, the engineers watching you like a hawk, not in fear of you but for you. Lando had let a certain few know what happened, and they, knowing you for a long time, were furious. The garage was in high spirits, as Q2 stands, the team are looking at a P1 and 2. You were so happy for the boys.

 Your emotions are still not totally clear. As no one had mentioned the actions of yesterday after Oscar left that evening, after reassuring you you’d be ok. You certainly liked both boys, and you could see there was something between them. You knew Lando was never fully straight after you told him you were bi. It surfaced something in him, but you promised him it’s all up to him. No labels needed, and he shouldn’t worry about it, just live life and see what happens. But a thropple was new territory for you. Adding someone to your long-term relationship was scary.

 You don’t even know if Oscar swings that way, but you can feel it. His emotions towards Lando. The building tension. From the media, the team on track. Everyone pits them against each other. They were good friends, but now they barely talk. Furious with their perspective of each other that has been tainted by the media. The fans see it too, the quiet glances, the lingering hands, the comments to the media about the other.

Quli passed and concluded in Lando P1 and Oscar P2. You’re back in the hotel with Lando. He was freshly out of the shower, towel around his waist, drying off his hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. You on the bed lying in your pyjamas, up on your elbows, looking at him through the mirror. “What are you thinking about?” Lando questions, catching your gaze.

“Nothing, just you and Oscar.” You say, looking away and falling back onto the bed on your back.

“What about me and Oscar?” Lando walks towards you on the bed. He was drawn in at the simple mention of his name.

“Just… do you… I don’t know, do you have any type of feeling towards him?” You hesitate to ask, not sure how to phrase it. Hoping it didn’t come out wrong, you didn’t want to scare him off.

“Like mates, sure, but he had been getting on my nerves recently.” He shrugs his eyebrows furrowing at the last bit. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts stroking your hair. He presses a kiss to your forehead gently. “Why?” He questions.

“ No reasons, just I don’t know after yesterday-“ you start, but don’t finish being cut off by Lando.

“Yesterday was however you want to see it. If you need someone that’s not me sometimes, that’s fine, I won’t resent them for it, whatever my girl wants she gets. Even if it is Oscar pastry.” He smiles down at you, rolling his eyes while mentioning his teammate.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. He places a soft hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“Darling, we have done much stranger things in our time together. If it makes you happy, having an Oscar around won’t be the end of the world… do you have feelings towards him?”  He questions you softly, no anger or judgment in his tone, just curiosity. As he looks into your eyes. You drift away thinking. Considering your emotions. Not sure how you feel.

“It’s ok if you do, I… we can work something out. I mean, we don’t even know how Oscar feels about all this. Everyone will think we are well weird, but that’s them. All that matters to me is you and maybe Oscar.” He reassures you. Your interest piques at the last sentence.

“What do you mean, maybe Oscar?” You ask softly. It was your turn to comfort him. You know if he had any feeling towards the man, it wasn’t going to come out easily. You needed to make sure Lando felt he wasn’t going to be judged.

“I don’t know, I’m just starting to resent him so much, but I hate myself for it. I find myself looking at him from across the garage, and my heart beats faster like when we first met. But I hate him.” He is fully lying beside you. His towel threatening to fall with any movement. You have a hand playing with his hair, the other holding his hand beneath the covers.

“Whatever you feel, Lando is fine. I’ll always be here to support you, whatever your feelings and emotions. My head will lie next to yours, my hand tight in your grasp and my voice only a phone call away.” You promised him. You hold each other tighter. Drifting off in the comfort of the other.

Race day tensions are high. The championship is between the two, and Lando is starting on pole, but you can never tell how a race is gonna end, especially with Papaya rules. Since last night, Piastre’s name hadn’t been uttered between the couple. As if it were a curse, Lando refused to let his name grace his lips. His anger for him had returned in full force.

Lando had been whisked away to a short interview before the race. You stood alone till you felt a gentle hand on your lower back. You jump, startled, still paranoid from the incident earlier on. You smile softly at him as he comes around in front of you. “Sorry, I didn’t check on you yesterday. I got so caught up.”

“It’s no worry really.” You shrug as he shakes his head at you, dismissing your words.

“No, I should have clearly needed me, and I just left on Friday and didn’t talk to you yesterday. My head has been whirling, you know, a championship battle and all.” He grabs your hands and brings them in front of you. His words hit hard, you hand though it was so obvious your need for him. Your body relaxed in his presence, leaning towards him.

“Really, no worries, Lando took good care of me.” You reassure him, head tilting slightly to try and catch his eyes.

“I’m sure he did, yeah. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll find you after the race.” He snarked, rushing off, suddenly distant and cold.

“Good luck!” You yell back at his retreating figure.

The race was heavy. The McLarens were fighting every chance they got. Tensions in the garage are high. The boys are fighting hard. Lando pitting first at lap 23, Oscar second on 26. They had fallen behind the top three and weren’t catching up. There engineers on the radio telling them to pick up the pace. What sectors need improving but getting no reply, or a simple frustrated huff and an ok or a let me drive. You were tense. You knew Lando needed this, but you also cared for Oscar.

But then it happened, the screens quickly flashed towards the pair. There was a loud crash that was the cars hitting the barriers. Both cars are out on opposite sides. Oscar was out first. He took out the console and slammed it down onto the gravel surrounding him. His helmet was on, and his body language was rigid and angry. Lando is on the opposite side. He was slower; his head hung low. A quiet ‘I’m ok’ came over the radio, your heart lurched. Sadness and fear for their well-being. Lando was stiff, his body language not telling, but his shaking shoulder told the whole story. They walked off on opposite sides of the track, trying to stay away from each other.

You had perched yourself on a bench outside the driver’s rooms, knowing Lando doesn’t like to be hassled straight out of the car; he likes to have a moment of silence, of thought. Oscar comes in first. Noticing you with a glance that screamed help. You stood immediately, wrapping him in a hug, his shoulders relaxed, not a word was muttered, but you could feel it. You heard Lando approaching.

“Go in there, I wanna talk in a sec.” He gestures to his driver’s room. You hesitate, but go in nonetheless. You sit down again, but on the bench is his room. Lando looks at you as he passes. His gaze softens for just a moment. You smile back at him. Before his face hardens again, he looks back at Oscar, the pair now facing each other.

You felt it, the buzz, the tension. It was undeniable. You know they felt it; they acknowledged it. You just weren’t sure how long it would take them to act on it, to take the leap, however scary it might be. That they are finding something new about themselves.

 Then it happened, the hallway, the small space between the drivers’ rooms, was sweaty after the race. Anger and lust coursing through them. One shoulder collides with another, and that’s all it takes, the touch, the spark. Lando grabs Oscar by the front of his fireproofs. Their faces close, breath heavy. Oscar’s eyes dart from Lando’s eyes to his mouth to you in his driver’s room, staring back at him. A soft smirk on your lips, eyes pushing him to go. So, he did. Their lips collided. The world collapsed. The tension leaves their bodies. It started slow, unsure, experimental. But got heated fast, the boys griping at anything they could on the other, hands roaming.

“ok, let’s not have sex in the hallways, shall we. At least come into one of the rooms.” You come out to shoo them. Knowing that if anyone saw it, it would be destroyed, the quiet would be exposed, and chaos would begin. They detach from each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Landos’s eyebrows creased softly, his eyes searching in Oscars, then they lit up. Both boys turn, leading you into the room gently. Your eyebrows furrow, not sure what’s happening, but Oscar grabs your face, pulling you in to kiss him. You can feel Lando’s hands slide up your body. You put one of your hands over one of Lando’s and the other around the back of Oscar’s neck, tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck gently. Your stomach filled with butterflies. Oscar slammed the door behind you. Finally, the two boys you love realised they love each other.

Hope you like💗💗 i love them sm! I defo wanna write more of those three together, lmk your thoughts!

- xoxo Izzy