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norris55s · 2 months

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the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc/arthur leclerc love triangle

warnings: intoxicated (but consensual) kissing

a/n: trying out a written piece/smau/texts weird hybrid but it was all i could come up with to get this idea across! i hope you all like it <3 (there will be a part 2)

also this was requested!! i'm so sorry anon i lost the ask but i hope u see it and like it anyways

Day 1

France is a place that isn’t easy to forget, but having lived there your whole life made it seem ordinary. The country that saw me grow up, and that I was glad to call home, failed to impress me every day because I was used to it. The beautiful architecture, history, and tourist attractions weren’t as beautiful to me anymore; it was my day-to-day life.

That wasn’t true for the beach house in Nice. It wasn’t mine, or my family’s, but that place never failed to impress me, even if it was my day-to-day life every summer. The Leclerc summer home was my favorite place on Earth. From its blue and white facade, the soft beige interiors, the pool and beach view, the big dining room, and the incredible company, there’s no place I’d rather be in right now.

“Y/N L/N, you have arrived!” Charles Leclerc, the ultimate reason for this place’s beauty, yelled out to me.

“Charles Leclerc, I have arrived!” I replied blushing, and opening my arms into an embrace. As every time I hugged him, my body relaxed and tensed somehow at the same time, safe and nervous, loved and not loved back. But aren’t all childhood crushes like that?

“I’ve also arrived, pote. If you even care,” my wonderfully annoying older brother, Alexandre, interjected. Charles let me go to greet my brother, and I turned to find the youngest Leclerc, Arthur, on his way to hug me hello.

“Hi, chérie,” he said with a smile on his face, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Hi, Arthur. Up to no good once again?”

“I’m always up to all good!”

Pascale Leclerc, the boys’ mother, greeted me with cheeks kisses and pinches. Everyone then swarmed my mom, Alice. Sometimes I think my friends love her more than they love me, but that was deserved.

As every year before, everyone finally felt at home. And as every year before, the inaugural pool party started.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of joining me at the pool?” Charles exaggeratedly held out his hand, as if we were Royals in a ball. Antics that I was happy to oblige with. Too happy for my dignity to recover.

As we made our way inside, and swam a couple laps playing around on who is faster, we wound up floating peacefully on a corner with the sun beginning to set.

“I missed you,” Charles said out of nowhere, making my heart do a somersault.

“I miss you too,” I managed to reply, feeling the blush on my cheeks.

“I want to hear from you more often. I know I’m busy with racing, but I always can make time for you Y/N.”

The thing about unrequited love is any show of affection feels like a marriage proposal. But of course I could not deny his request. He was, above all else, one of my best friends and one that I needed to be there for.

Hervé Leclerc passed away the year before, a couple months after the summer vacation. We didn’t know it would be the last time we spent with him, and I was worried about what this year’s vacation would be like with the boys’ father missing.

“I’m always here for you,” I vowed and he gave me a quick, chaste kiss on my forehead. To make sure I wouldn’t forget my promise.

As I looked at Charles’ glistening face against the darkening sun, I realized we would be okay.

y/ninstagram added to her stories

charles_leclerc added to his stories

Day 2

“Chérie,” was the first voice I heard as I woke up, with Arthur knocking on my door for show and letting himself in.

“Too early,” I whined back and hid under the covers, to have them ripped from me by the guy in my room.

“It’s time for the sunrise beach walk,” he replied and I knew he was right, so I let myself be dragged outside the house. I couldn’t say no, since the sunrise walk at least once during the vacation is also a tradition between Arthur and I.

It was also worth it; we silently agreed for that to be time to catch up, be honest, and be vulnerable ever since we began taking the walks. This one would be particularly hard too.

“I really, really miss my dad,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to walk side by side.

I didn’t know how to handle Hervé’s death with the boys.

Enzo was older than me, even beyond his years, and there was nothing I could say that would be wiser, or better than what he had to say.

Arthur was quiet and reasonable, way more accepting of inevitables than me, more useful to himself than me.

Charles was passionate but closed, a master at compartmentalization, never letting me in even if I’d like to.

But Arthur, ever my closest friend, still needed my support.

“I know you do,” I replied softly and squeezed his hand. “It’s only normal, and I’m sorry you’ve been dealt these cards.”

Grief is a strange thing, but on the beach I hoped I let Arthur know that I would always be by his side, and that the sun will always rise again for him. With his steady breathing while leaning on me as we sat on the sand, I knew he understood.

arthur_leclerc added to his stories

y/ninstagram added to her stories

Day 3

y/ninstagram added to her stories

ameliedeveraux20 added to her stories

This was the third year Arthur and I were invited to parties that Alexandre and Charles went to. The promotion from little siblings to cool siblings opened up a new world in Nice. Especially one where I could ignore my schoolgirl crush on Charles through alcohol.

So I happily got ready, into a pink summer dress and into the car that would drive us all to an even bigger house filled with a bunch of privileged European kids ready to drink the night away.

The first drink came from Antoine, who sadly had a beautiful girl around his arms that indicated he wouldn’t be a good distraction. The second one came from Amelie, my Nice girlfriend, who was happy as ever to see me and catch up with me before she also found an arm candy and promptly left. The third one was on me, as I was forced to stare at Charles making out with a girl I learned was named Charlotte.

After that, I stopped counting and kept drinking, joining the dance floor to enjoy the numb feeling in my face, the new found careless attitude, and the music blasting in my ears.

Before I could process it, Arthur was in front of me, the blush on his face indicating he was also intoxicated. What started as a normal jumping around like one does at a party, progressed to a point where his hands were on my waist and my hands were on his neck.

I couldn’t even recognize the song anymore, too entranced on the way his eyes were on mine. There were no words, as was usual between him and I. We just knew.

I wouldn’t take the first step, but he would. Arthur’s lips met mine in a strong, messy kiss. I didn’t pull away. I did want it. And it wasn’t scary.

When we stopped to take a breath, I realized I wanted to kiss him again. As I was leaning in, taking the initiative myself now, another force pulled me away.

I walked by inertia, trying not to fall down in following who was leading me away from the crowd. When I looked up, I recognized it to be Charles.

I couldn’t breathe from the adrenaline of the kiss I just shared, but also from the touch of Charles’ hand on mine, even if it was to take me out of the party.

My reaction was all too slow, finally starting to protest.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I defensively said, snatching my hand away from his. The butterflies didn’t leave anyways.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home,” Charles coldly replied and held my hand again on his way to the car.

“Why would I want to go home? I’m having fun,” I continued to protest and he continued to pay me no mind.

As he put me inside the vehicle, despite my clumsy attempts to fight it, and slammed the door, I continued to think about what this could possibly be about. Where was Charlotte? Where was Arthur? What was happening?

My head spun and he got in the driver’s seat, turning the ignition on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t kiss people when you’re drunk.”

“That makes no sense.”

“You don’t kiss people you haven’t kissed sober.”

“Its Arthur!”

“Exactly!”

The back and forth continued all the way to the house, my thoughts sobering up with every passing moment.

“If you don’t want me to be with your brother because you don’t think I’m good enough, that’s really not your choice,” I told him decisively, crossing my arms and pouting like a child throwing a tantrum.

That was the only explanation for what Charles just did. He didn’t think a Leclerc should be with someone like me, and was doing everything he could to prevent it.

When he started laughing, I wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I just made the biggest scene out of jealousy, and you’re saying I don’t think you’re good enough.”

Time froze and my mouth went dry. The confession made its way through my entire bloodstream, replacing the alcohol effects with pure shock. My head was spinning for entirely different reasons, and my brain couldn’t bring the words out. What would I even say?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and Charles put his face on his hands in frustration, before leaving the car. I still could only think what is happening?

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melrodrigo · 11 months

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Tardy, part 8

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: An unexpected family member reveal sends you spiraling, will anyone trust you now?

Warnings: Angst that turns into fluff, mention of violence, mention of sex

Word Count 2.6k

A/N: I was dying writing this chapter (both physically and mentally) but I think the writers block is gone! Thank you for 600 followers!! As always, love u guys, and tell me what you think <33

“Mom, who’s my dad?” You asked absentmindedly, legs swinging from your living room couch.

“All the other kids at school know who their dad is, who’s mine?” You continued, blissfully unaware of the tension you had just created.

Your mom turned sharply, cigarette between her lips as she spoke.

“Oh, sweetie. Your dad’s gone. It’s just you and me now.” She said as she brought the lighter up and ignited the cigarette.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” You’d asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Your mom lets out a frustrated huff before she answers again.

“I don’t know, he’s just gone. Okay? He left town. Would you leave this topic alone now?” She sounded annoyed, and you don’t want to upset her any further, so you nodded quickly and turned your attention back to the TV screen.

“Okay, Ma.”

You flash back into another memory, this time you’re older; freshly graduated from high school, ready to move across the country to start university.

You’ve bid your farewells to friends and relatives, promising you’ll come visit every year.

Your mom’s pulling you aside looking at you weirdly. She’s getting old, you can tell by the increasing wrinkles on her face every day.

She smiles softly, and you think she looks like the sweetest grandma ever.

“Honey, I want you to know something. About your dad.”

You raise an eyebrow, mouth dropping slightly.

Your dad has always been a touchy subject for your mom, she’s never really allowed herself to tell you the full story.

Sure, as you’ve gotten older, you’ve learned bits and pieces. He was a dirtbag, leaving your mom right after she gave birth. You’d also learned that you were born in a small town called Woodsboro but had been whisked away almost immediately.

Your mom sighs now, and everything suddenly feels very heavy.

“I just tried so hard to be both parents for you, I know it wasn’t fair to keep this from you for so long. But if you’re ready to learn who your dad is, I’m ready to tell.” She says, voice cracking only the tiniest bit. You can see how strong she’s trying to be.

You suddenly see your whole childhood flash before your eyes. Your mom sending you off and picking you up every day after school. Making meals for the two of you every night, working overtime to support the family.

“No Ma. It’s okay. I already have a dad, and his name is you.” You say, pointing to her heart.

She opens her mouth but you cut in before she can say anything.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t need a dad when I have you.” You say, and you mean it wholeheartedly.

Your mother swells with happiness and takes you in a big hug. Wraps her arms around your shoulders.

“Be safe, honey.” She whispers into your ear.

You splutter, staring at the page in front of you with a jumble of letters that don’t look like coherent words anymore.

No…it couldn’t be?

There’s no way your dad was Stu Fucking Macher.

It doesn’t feel like you expected it would, finding out who your real father is. Years and years of endless crying; wondering why and why and why.

Every moment has led up to this.

This light, breakable paper in your palms. It’s telling you all you’ve ever wanted to hear, and yet somehow it’s also the thing you need to hear the least.

There’s quick flashes of déjà vu as you stare at the name.

Blood; lots of it. Splattered on the ceiling, all over your body. Screams, loud and clear as day, piercing through your eardrums and starting a ringing sound.

You snap back into reality as Sam steps up to you.

You brace yourself for the worse, you wouldn’t be mad if Sam kicked you out bare into the street right then and there, hell, she could hurt you and you wouldn’t even be mad.

She raises her hand but the impact never comes. Instead, she kneels down to you and holds your shoulders tight.

“It’s okay. I know it’s hard.” She says, soft. Her lips are pulled into a frown but her eyes are sorrowful.

“It’s- it’s okay?” Tara splutters, staring between you and her sister. Flabbergasted would be a minuet way to describe her expression.

“Yes. It’s okay. Can everyone leave the room for a minute? I want to talk to YN.” Sam says, and everyone heeds her orders; shuffling down through the living room hallway.

You stare at Sam, eyebrows knit tight together. She’s hated you since you the day you met, and now she’s the one protecting you?

“Why?” You ask, curiosity seeping through your voice.

“Everyone here has been through something.” She says, biting her lip. “And believe me, if anyone knows about being framed as the bad guy, it’s me.”

She hesitates a little before she opens her mouth again.

“Let’s not pretend that everyone here doesn’t have immensely traumatic things happen to them. Me and Tara…well we know about that. But Mindy and Anika and Chad? You wouldn’t believe the stories I’ve heard from them.” She says, twiddling with her thumbs.

“What if I’m actually the killer?” You press, gauging Sam’s reaction.

She tuts and answers sharply.

“I don’t believe for a second that you are.”

It takes you aback, her being so sure about it. You stay quiet, try to think of anything to say.

You can’t, it’s all too much information to get.

“How can you know that?” You say finally, tilting your head up to make eye contact with Sam.

She pats your back lightly. “You’re a good person YN. We can all tell.”

“We’re a family. One fucked up family, but family all the same. Including you.” She says, voice sure.

You hold eye contact for a while, a silent conversation being spoken. Setting aside all your differences, Sam was actually a really cool person. And you can tell she feels the same way.

Before you know it she’s out down the same hallway the group left in.

You’re sat on the couch, mouth open and eyes glazed.

Huh.

“YN? Mind if I come in?” Tara’s voice sounds from in front of you. You can’t decipher what the tone is.

“Yeah…yeah of course.” You answer, watching as Tara enters and stands before you.

You can’t handle her intense stare, and you drop your head immediately. Anxiety floods you, heart picking up speed.

You don’t notice her until she’s right in front of you, taking your cheeks in her hands. Stroking, softly.

10 minutes ago she was mad, and now she’s comforting you? This girl and her mixed signals.

“I believe you.” She murmurs, leaning down to press her lips on your cheek. She’s so short that even when you’re sitting down you’re almost the same height.

You don’t want to think about any of this now, you don’t want to think about it ever. You want to tell Tara this, but you can’t bring yourself to speak.

Your throat feels dry, eyes slightly teary.

“So what do we do now?” You whisper.

She continues stroking your face fondly, cradles you in her arms.

“We continue with the plan.” She says, and there’s a sense of finality in it that makes you shiver.

They’ve pushed back the date on their plan to capture Ghostface a little bit. Tara won’t admit it, but you know she’s the one who suggested it. She must think you need time to process the sudden father reveal, no doubt.

It’s sweet, but she’s wrong. In fact, right now all you need is a distraction. Something to take your mind off all the racing thoughts through your head, the sense of betrayal you feel.

Maybe I should call my mom.

“Hey. Whatcha thinking bout?” A voice sounds from behind you. It’s Anika, and you send her a soft smile; feeling weirdly glad to be in her company.

“Oh nothing much. Just about how my dad was one of the original Ghostfaces and that we’re literally running straight into danger in a few days.” You say, trying to make your voice sound light and teasing.

Anika seems to pick up on the underlying message, and you hear her sigh a little before speaking.

She rounds the couch to come sit down beside you, a pack of medical supplies in her arms. She splays it across the table and turns back to face you.

“If it makes you feel any better, I know what it’s like to have a rough family. My parents were…dipshits to say the least.” She says, casually.

Oh.

You try and think of something appropriate to say in response, but your brain seizes up and it goes blank.

“But you don’t have to feel bad for me. I have a new family now.” She continues, smiling at you; genuine crinkles at the tips of her eyes. She pats your back lightly.

“Just so you know, I don’t think you’re the killer. Who cares if your dad is Ghostface? It’s not like this is the first time it’s happened in our friend group. I trust you, really.”

It’s enough to make you teary-eyed again. You look away, hoping she can’t see them.

“Thank you.” You mumble. “That means a lot to me.”

She chuckles warmly before taking you in a hug. You guys don’t say anything the rest of the time she fixes up your wound.

“Are you blushing?” Tara asks immediately when Anika leaves the room, footsteps light.

“What? No, I’m not.” You say, running a hand through your hair.

“Did she make you blush?” She’s asking, a teasing smile on her lips.

You frown.

“She just said some very nice things to me, okay?” You huff, cross your arms like a child.

“Aw, baby. You look adorable.” She murmurs, giving you a peck on the lips.

“Are you not jealous?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She brings a finger to her lips and feigns thoughtfulness. Then she smiles wide and takes your lips in a searing kiss.

“No.” She mumbles against them. “Because I know you’re mine. And I can definitely make you do a lot more than blush.”

It’s enough to make you flush completely red. You let out a little whine at her words.

“See?” She’s asking as she leans back, a smirk on her lips. You try and wipe it off by wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her in for another kiss.

She’s not wrong. But you’re not going to admit that. It’s a fatal flaw, really. How easily you relent when it comes to Tara. You’d die for her, you’d kill for her, and she knows it.

“Come on,” She’s whispering. “Let’s go to my room.”

You pull back, amused.

“I don’t think I can even stand and you’re asking me to do what?” You ask pointedly.

She tugs on your shirt, obviously not in the mood to play one of your games right now.

“Then maybe I’ll just take you right here.” She whispers into your ear, laughing as you shiver beneath her.

You gulp, stare at her with big eyes. She crawls forward, leaning her elbows into your sides on instinct.

You can’t help but wince.

It seems to break Tara out of her lustful haze, because now she’s looking at you with worried eyes.

She’s getting up kind of panicky, fiddling with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I should let you sleep.” She says, sort of fast, words tumbling out of her.

You smile at her, grip her hands tight.

“It’s okay, Tara. Although, I do want to hit the hay for a while. Care to join me?” You invite, tugging her closer slightly to make sure she doesn’t leave.

She grins shyly and nods.

“Okay.” She says, biting the inside of her cheek. She’s the cutest with the excitement that radiates off her.

When you wake, Tara’s not in your arms anymore. You stir, rubbing your eyes aggressively.

“Tara?” You groan, trying to look around the weirdly dim room for any sign of your girlfriend.

You notice the candles immediately, more than a dozen of them lining the table and making a little pathway to the fireplace.

Your girlfriend appears in front of you now, wearing a little white sundress; one you’d specifically bought for her weeks ago.

She looks so good, you almost start drooling. Like an angel, the way she’s standing and staring at you, playful, excited gaze.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” She grins, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What is all this?” You question, looking around the room in further inspection.

There are two plates set up quite nicely on the dining table, along with a bottle of champagne and a single flower in the middle.

It’s all so, romantic.

Tara twirls, and gives you a little show of her dress. Then she takes your hand and gently helps you up, leading you to the dining room with her.

“I never got to take you on a date. I think it’s time I return the favor.” She says, nodding along to her sentence; like a reassurance.

“You’re adorable.“ You say, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. She blushes a little.

“Thank you.” She mumbles.

The smell as you enter the dining room is mouth-watering. You recognize it immediately. It’s your favorite pasta, ravioli with white wine and tomatoes.

Tara’s an amazing cook, you know this already. But the flavors that explode in your mouth when you take a bite out of it are otherworldly.

“This is the best thing you’ve ever cooked.” You speak through stuffed cheeks, eyes wide and happy.

Tara picks up a piece of her own and eats it.

“I didn’t know what to make you, so I called your mom. She said this was your favorite, so I went on youtube and tried to replicate the recipe.” She says, somewhat shyly.

You beam.

“You called my mom?” You ask, teasingly. Boop her on the nose. You celebrate internally when you see her flush red.

“Yeah, it was no biggie. Just a phone call.” She disregards, biting her bottom lip to try and stop the color that’s overtaking her whole face.

She reaches forward to grab another piece of ravioli before she stops short and gasps.

“Oh! I almost forgot to give you these.” Tara says, reaching behind her chair for something. She pulls out a huge bouquet of flowers, filled with your favorites.

You don’t try and hide the surprise in your face, mouth open and gaping.

She slaps your arm lightly at your reaction.

“Hey! I can be romantic too you know.”

You nod sarcastically.

“Oh yeah no doubt no doubt.” You say, taking the bouquet from her hands in favor of bending over the table and kissing her.

“Thank you, baby.” You say against her lips. She smiles wide, scrunching her nose as she pulls back.

“You taste like pasta!” She’s giggling, pushing you back into your chair.

You finish the dinner in record time, and that’s due entirely to how good the meal was. You and Tara sit and talk for a little while before moving to the floor to watch a movie.

Tara’s annoyingly secretive about it, not letting you see whatever she’s setting up. You huff and go grab snacks from the fridge instead.

When you get back it’s to the TV covered, and there’s a small projector at the side shining light on a random bed sheet she’s hung vertically.

“Impressive speed.” You praise.

Tara’s sitting smugly, arms open and inviting you to come sit.

It’s playing 10 Things I Hate About You, one of your all-time favorite movies. You settle down into the spot next to her and sneak a glance over, but she’s already staring at you; hard.

You let out a breath of happiness and pull her closer by the waist. Kiss her on the forehead, murmur against her skin.

“Thank you for this. I needed it.”

She nods into you and pulls you impossibly closer.

“Of course.” She says.

You decide Ghostface can wait, your dad can wait. All that matters right now is Tara. Her and this movie and you.

The only three things that exist in the world.

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punkcheeks34 · 3 months

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feelings/ pt 1

eren x reader, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, drunk confession

you knew eren before you knew him. his mom and your mom were the best of friends in highschool, and a friendship was fated from the start. from family barbecues to birthdays, you two were always together. “inseparable” is what carla describes us. eren always scoffed when mom would say we would get married one day. my eyes would brighten at the mention.

eren was always the outsider growing up, the rebel. he grew his hair to his shoulders, didn’t get along with the popular crowd, got an illegal tattoo at 16, and religiously wore band tees. as we got older, i noticed him more and more. we were around each other so often, so close. when his voice got deeper and his arms became toned, i couldn’t help fighting my feelings. to him, we were friends. to me, he was more. i knew he never saw me the way because he slept around. he smoked and wasn’t afraid to break a few laws. hes the personification of the boys your mom will tell you to watch out for, because their mystery is so alluring that you won’t be able to resist, and that in the end, they will break your heart. mom would never see eren in another light though. nothing other than her best friends adorable, sweet child.

as i’m about to fall asleep, my phone buzzes on my bedside table and reach for it quickly.

R u awake

it’s 2 in the morning and i know what he’s been doing.

what’s up eren?

i wait anxiously.

Im sorru it’s so latew but can u pick me up from Jean’s please?

i immediately get up and throw on a zip up hoodie. i grab my keys and hurry out of my window. god, the things i do for this boy.

the first time i felt something for him was 6th grade. for a while, he had been trying to slum it with the popular boys, reiner, jean, flock, and zeke, in our class. it didn’t work. he was a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, but he tried and i watched. i watched him try biking every day after-school with them when i knew he preferred to go skating with me. i watched him try to salvage his failing math grade from constantly attempting to meet the demands of these boys, their constant hangouts that eren didn’t really look forward too, telling me how unfunny he thought their jokes were. i watched eren and the popular boys talk to the popular girls. seeing eren laughing with historian reiss made me fume. who was she to even speak to him? she doesn’t know him like that? she doesn’t know him like i do!

it was all jealousy. historia was beautiful, popular, and i knew eren thought so too, because i would see them drinking slurpees at the quick zip every friday after school. i fumed even more. there were rumors that they had even kissed. stupid me thought and dreamed that maybe he secretly wanted me, and maybe he secretly wanted me to be his first kiss. hearing the rumor crushed me. i was heartbroken, but i could never be mad at eren over some dream that would never come true.

but suddenly eren withdrew. historia and him never hung out on fridays and the popular boys treated eren like he were a plague. jean still spoke to him though, even with their bitter rivalry that he would never tell me stemmed from what. me and him were already attached at the hip by that point, but he stuck by me like glue from then on. i didn’t question it. i didn’t care too because that he wanted to spend time with me, me.

we spent the rest of our middle school and high-school years together. always turning around to make sure the other one was behind. always picking the same classes to take so that we’d be together. always going back to my place after school, sitting on my bed to talk about everything the world has to offer over and over again. i would always help him with math, and he would always defend me against the popular guys that pursued me, warning me that he knew their motives. that they didn’t want me for the right reasons. i understood and i kept away. but they didn’t.

junior year, after our AP physics class, the ringleader of the group, zeke, cornered me in the stairwell and confessed how long he had been wanting me. how much he needed me, and that i should come over sometime with his friends. and from that, i already had an idea that this was what eren was talking about. i tried to get out, but he wouldn’t let me. eren pushed him to the wall and fought him. jean and armin had to pull eren off of him. eren got suspended because he broke zekes nose, and he had to get surgery to fix the damage.

during erens suspension, we spoke.

“i don’t like how the guys are,” he starts, fixing the pink pillow under his head,” they get me so fucking mad.” he’s been staying at my house ever since he got suspended. his parents are mad.

i look up from the book i was reading. “it was only zeke who really pushed it? why are you so pissed about the whole group?”

erens eyebrows furrow. “y/n, they’re guys. i’m a guy, and you’re not. i know how guys like them are!” he suddenly looks uncomfortable. “it’s disgusting.” he mutters, “and i don’t like that zeke wanted you to come over.”

“but still?” i argue, “just because you have something against zeke doesn’t mean you should hate the whole group with a passion. i know they’re obnoxious, but don’t let them get to you.”

“of course i have something against zeke and his friends! he forced you into the corner and told you how bad he wanted to fuck you!”

i cringe at the honesty. “i meant that you’ve hated him since middle school. like.. obsessively hate.”

eren lets out a laugh at the idiocracy. “first of all, i am not obsessed with zeke fritz.” he takes a deep breath like he’s preparing for the finale of a grand speech. “and second of all, he’s always pissed me off.”

“even when you hung out with him and his friends?” i tease.

eren grows silent. “i don’t want to talk about it.” and i dropped the conversation.

i pull into the round-about where jean lives. i’ve had to pick eren up a few times from here, but lately, the only reason he’s been here is to get drunk at jeans college parties. jeans parents are loaded, lawyers who travel for work, which leaves him at home with way too much freedom.

the music is vibrating the ground from here. i wonder when the police are gonna show up to shut down this party for the noise disturbance. i need to find eren, soon. i open the front door and see people leaning on the walls with drinks, talking, joking, some making out. i look away and try to find eren. i don’t see him anywhere.

after scanning the entire first floor, eren jeager is no where to be found. i head towards the stairs and start walking up, hoping to find him upstairs.

where are you? i text.

as i’m walking down the hallway, i hear a familiar voice.

“In here!”

i walk toward the sound of his voice, the last door of the hallway that has the name “jean” written in bright blue letters. i open the door and see the unexpected.

well, not fully unexpected. i see eren, his almost- shoulder length hair pulled back into a bun and his body adorning grey sweatpants and a navy hoodie, who i was expecting to see, laying down on jeans bed, smiling at the ceiling like a weirdo. yep, he’s one drink away from blacking out. but what i didn’t expect to see was historia reiss, sitting at the end of the bed, picking at her split ends and chewing her gum with her mouth open. my stomach turns at the scene, but i force down my feelings.

“hey!” i say. historia turns to me with a look of disappointment on her face and eren lifts his head and laughs drunkly when he sees me.

“uh,” i suddenly become uncomfortable under historias arrogant stare, “sorry i didn’t knock, i’m here to get eren.”

she looks at eren and then looks at me, saying, “okay..” condescendingly and walks into jeans bathroom. she wasn’t wearing any shoes. erens not wearing any either.

“heyyyy,” eren slurs as i walk over to him. “i didn’t know you partied!” he jokes before bursting out laughing

“you texted me. how much did you have to drink?”

he looks dumbfounded at the simple question “what?”

“i said, how much did you have to drink?” i repeat. i can barely hear my own voice over the booming music.

“uhhhhh-,” he replies after a few seconds, “i don’t know.”

“okay, cmon. get up eren. we’re going.”

“yes ma’am.” he says, giving a military salute. surprisingly, he can stand just fine despite how drunk he seems. i make sure he has everything

and we leave jeans house. we walk over to my parked car and i put eren in the backseat incase he pukes all over my dashboard again. i don’t want a repeat of the last time i picked him up.

“there’s a plastic bag in the right pocket if you need to puke, eren, just letting you know.” i mention as i pull out of the round-a- bout.

“okay, mom, thanks” he scoffs.

i pull unto the main road, stopping at the red light.

“so,” i start,” historia, huh?” my voice filling the silence.

“huh, what’re you talking about?” he says in a genuine, drunk confusion. “did something happen”

“i just didn’t know you guys were really friends.” i reply. and i murmur, “obviously more than that though.”

you’re eyes are fixed on the road, but erens eyes are dead fixed on you after that snide comment that he definitely heard.

“yeah,” he rolls his eyes, sarcasm and the presence of alcohol in his tone, “we had so much fun, y/n. you don’t even know.”

i look at him through the dash cam window and he’s staring at me with a smirk and an indepipherable look in his eyes, testing me. i grip the stealing wheel and drive faster. i know he’s joking, but i can’t tell if he’s hinting at the truth or just telling a lie to get a reaction out of me.i just want this conversation i started to be over with.

“uh, so, how’s jean?” i change the conversation.

“what, you like him or something?”

“what! no!” i deny. “i never said that, eren?”

eren leans back into the seat, head resting on the head rest as he looks up. “whatever.”

unlike eren, there’s no alcohol in my system, but i’m feeling bold today. “what do you mean whatever, eren? you think i like jean?”

“uhhh, haven’t you always?” he states like it’s the obvious. “i saw the way he looked at you in art class.”

“just because he looked at me once or twice doesn’t mean i want him to fuck me or something.”

erens eyes narrow and his brows furrow, lifting his head in interest. “what the fuck did you just say?”

“what the fuck are you saying?” i fight back. “i ask you how jean is and you act like i’m begging on my knees for him. god damn.”

now he’s fully attentive, elbows on his knees and leaning in as if he’ll learn more by his upright posture. “i don’t like the idea of you liking jean,” he states, the slurring of his words still audible , “aaand i don’t like the idea of jean liking you.”

my heart races. “why?”

“maybe it’s the same reason you don’t like seeing me with historia.” and suddenly, he sounds sober.

my heart stops. he heard the comment i made under my breath.

“eren, i don’t care who you see.” the lie is evident in my tone, but eren is so drunk that i don’t bother to hide it. “you can hook up with historia for all i care. have fun with mouth herpes.”

“see, this is what i don’t like,” he slurs out, “did it really not bother you when you saw me and historia in the same bed?”

“why would it bother me? we’re just friends.”

“is that what you want to believe?”

“is that what i shouldn’t believe, eren?”

eren sighs and leans back again. “you remember when i hung out with zeke, flock, reiner, and jean like way back?”

“yeah.”

“that entire time. all they talked about is who would get you first. who would be the first to- fuck. fuck!” he slurs “i never wanted to tell you that!”

my mouth is to the floor. “seriously? that is so- why woudlnt you tell me?”

he looks out the window, “because i was scared that if i told you they liked you, you’d like the attention and shit, and then you wouldn’t be mine.”

my heart is beating out of my chest. “my god, you’re so drunk. eren, you’re speaking nonesense.”

“i’ve been in love with you since the 6th grade.”

“eren, stop.” tears brim my eyes. in the morning, when he’s sober and remembers this, he’ll regret his drunken lies and i’ll have to pretend like this drunk, fake confession didn’t mean the world to me.

“i left the digusting group for that. i hated that me and those annoying dogs had something in common, wanting you.”

“you never wanted me, eren!” i snap, “ you would fake a gag every time our moms shipped us together! and what about historia, huh? don’t act like you two haven’t been sleeping together since highschool. oh, and what about mikasa? you and her-”

“i don’t care about them! all i want is you y/n! i thought you already knew how bad i had it for you” he cuts me off.

“fucking lies.”

he grows quiet for a while.

“i pretended they were you everytime,” he admits,” they didn’t turn me on. i had to pretend they were you, ” he leans in, “and honestly? i still do.”

his words send butteflies rushing to your stomach, but you know better. “eren. you’re drunk”

he pulls his hair out of his messy bun and puts his hood on. “drunken. words. are sober. thoughts!” he enunciates before laughing.

we pull into his house driveway.

“i’m sorry for teasing you about me and historia tonight.” he apologies, and i smell beer from his breath. “im really sorry.”

“i thought drunk words were sober thoughts?” you retaliate with hurt in your tone. you didn’t want to argue, but you didn’t want to not stand your ground.

“i just- wanted to make you jealous. im sorry, y/n” he hugs me, arms wrapping around me tightly as he fits his head into the crook of my neck and sniffs. “god, you smell so good..”

“eren.” you warn.

“your perfume. it drives me insane.” he whines and starts peppering kisses down your neck.

you blush and your heart stops before you push him off of you. he stumbles back, having to regain his balance due to the alchohal in his system. he’s drunk, he’s drunk and he’s so fucking drunk.

the look in his eyes are nothing short of hurt. “y/n..”

“we’ll talk in the morning” you breath out. “go sleep this off.”

“i’ve already tried,” he replies as he walks up the stairs to his room, “why do you think i get so drunk all the damn time. seeing historias face sober every weekend makes me remember that she isn’t you.” he gets to the top step and disappears behind the wall.

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #frat #aot #eren yeager #mutual pining #confession #drunk eren #drunk confession #series #pt 1 #eren x you #first post

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theyre the type tooo… || part 2!

ft. monster trio + law

hello babygirls. i love doing hcs and u guys KNOW u love it so YEAHH. i just got done w all one piece dubbed episodes and im thinking abt rewatching one piece like a loser smh. mostly fluffy ☺️

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zoro would be the type of guy just to literally act nonchalant but he cant keep the cool guy act up.

“isnt this outfit just so cute?!” you chirped at him. it wasnt your usual outfit, it was much more revealing.

“mhm.” he said, barely looking over his shoulder then quickly going back to what he was doing.

then when you guys went out he would not shut up.

“arent you cold?” he’d ask. “take my jacket.” he’d demand. “i swear those guys were staring at you, hard.” he swore. he almost diced up a guy that he ASSUMED to cat called you.

not the type to call you “woman” and be a sex god that wants to do anal.

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sanji would be the type of guy to give you a nice massage.

“are you okay my sweet?” his head popped up when you let out a long sigh. “cmere.”

“im okay, just tense.” you gave him a weak smile.

“get on your stomach, let me help you.” he demanded you do it. “let me put some of my strength to use.”

after he drew hearts on your back and massaged it until you fell asleep, he gave you a kiss on the forehead and tucked you in and you two cuddled. that was probably the best nights’ sleep youve had in years.

not the type to sexually harrass you every single second and make you insecure.

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luffy would be the type of guy to suck at aftercare until…. yikes btw if ur man dont do aftercare, leave dat hoe

“okay, y/n. that was good, huh? well that took alot of energy i need some meat!!” luffy put his hands on his hips and started out.

“luffy.. please..” you mummered out, for gods sake you were definitely fucked out, luffy never goes easy on you.

“hm? ya’ say something?” he turns around and meets with your teary eyes. “y/n?! whats wrong, you hurt??”

“no, i just want you to stay with me after we’ve been intimate, its called aftercare.” luffys expression softens into a sad one. he hates how he was the source of your discomfort. from then on, he never left your side after sex, even if he was starving.

no offense yall but luffy is not the type of man to share you with zoro and sanji like willingly.

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law is the type of guy to want you on his lap so bad but never would admit it.

“law, ya’ busy?” you poke your head into his office, finding him sitting and studying a book.

“no, need anything?” he glances over to you.

“just wanna sit and spent time with you.” you shrug as you sit on a small desk next to his stacks of medical books.

“well okay, how about you sit somewhere else?” he perks up a eyebrow.

“law, where?” you were starting to get really confused with his actions. “ooohhh i get it, you want me on your lap, huh?” you finally noticed it, the way he made room for you to sit on his lap, the way his chair was pushed back, his book going to one hand, and the manspread he did.

“what?? no, i just didnt want you… knocking down… the-“ his stupid angry stammering was cut off by you sitting on his lap.

you felt his arm wrap around you as you snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“yeah, that hits the spot.” he gives you a kiss on the back of your neck.

would not be a completely different big huge cutie softie for u. sry. hes law.

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Part 2: here

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You are secretly in love with a popular boy at your school. His name is Lee Know. He is your crush for about 2 years. This year you wanted to make a move, every fairytale has a happy ending, will yours to?

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!!!THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!

'Who am i?'

'Does he know me?'

'Does he regonize me?'

'Does he know i excist?'

'What am i?'

All those questions are wandering through your mind.

You liked Lee Know for a long time now, and you decided to make a plan. Ofcourse your friends help you.

'Send him a love letter!' Lisa shouts

'No don't, bump 'accidently' into him.' Amaray says.

'Guys, we need to have a plan i actually going to survive.'

they rolled their eyes

'Look Y/N, if you want to express your feelings towards him, you need to stand in the spotlight!'

'Spotlight?'

'Yeah!' they said both

'What do you mean?'

'Tommorow we are going to go shopping, okay? We are transforming you into a brand-new woman!'

'You guys can do that?'

'How hard can it be? We have still 1 day untill the new year of school starts!'

'And by the way, Lee Know needs to like you for who you are. Not for who you represent. Understood?'

'Yes ma'am!'

you all laugh.

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All three of you are walking around the mall, looking for clothes and accesoires.

'Your style should be a mix of classy and y2k.'

'Yeah or maybe formal?'

'Guys stop it.'

'Cmon y/n we are trying to help.'

'I know Lisa, but like what if he doesn't want me?'

'Than we will kick his ass.' Amaray says confidently

You laugh

'Yeah sure 'kick his ass'.'

'Bet?'

'Nobody is kicking anybody's ass.' Lisa says.

You are walking into a shop and see many clothe's and accesoires. Some stuff are catching your eyes.

'Lets try this on.' you say while holding some piece of clothing.

'Lets go for it!' Amaray says.

You go into a cabinet and putt it on.

(for reference what your wearing:)

You came out of the cabinet and your two best friends start to clap in their hands and jump.

"Omg, y/n you look like on of those girls of a kdrama!'

'Really you think?'

'Yeah! You look beautifull!'

'You guys, stop it.' you blush

'Don't be so shy now.' Lisa ruffels your hair.

'Stop ruffling mine hair.'

'Hey respect the older ones.' Amaray says.

You roll your eyes.

You bought the clothes you had on and decided to spend some more hours at the mall.

After that you went home. You looked at the clothe's you bought.

'This will be mine glow up, he will finally see me.'

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You entered the school, hair styled, some 'natural girl' makeup and ofcourse your new clothes.

'I swear y/n everyone is staring at you. You are alreaddy popular.'

'Stop it, i swear.'

'Cmon, this is our teenage life, to live for life.'

'Yeah listen to Amaray, this are our years.'

'Okay but i had an idea to send him a heart-shaped popsicle.'

'Thats a pretty good idea, actually.'

'Omg, than you can show that your sweet like sugar!' Lisa shouts.

'You get the joke? A popsicle is sweet. No? Okay.'

'Anyways, i think its a very good idea y/n.'

'I will put a letter with it. But y'all will help me right?'

'Ofcourse, thats why we are here!'

'Lisa, did you drink an energy-drink today?'

'Yeah why?'

'Nevermind.' Amaray says.

You giggle.

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This year you sit in a different class than Lisa and Amaray, but Lee Know is in the same class. So... its not that bad.

You sit in the back row of the class. Some popular girls are being idiots and you see that Lee Know isn't here yet.

You take your book and start reading. It is a romantic book. You love romantic books, sometime's ofcourse.

'He looked at me and said: you are mine forever.'

Its so sweet, you are melting away.

Suddenly someone come's sitting next to you. You never saw him here before.

'Hey, is it okay if i sit here?'

'Yeah, sure.' you smile.

'Are you new here?' you ask.

'Oww, yeah. I am Han, Han Jisung.'

'Thats a very beautifull name, i am y/n.'

'Thats also a very beautifull name.' he giggles.

'What ya reading? Will it last.' he reads.

'You like romantic books?'

'Yeah sometime's, depends which time and which book.'

'Cool, cool.'

'And you?'

'I am more an action guy, you know.'

'Ow, so your like 'piew piew' and 'The A-team' type of guy.'

he laughs.

'Piew, piew. Oui madame, j'aime piew piew.'

you both laugh.

'If you want to, you can sit with me and mine friends.'

'That would be piew, piew-fantastic.'

'You are a comedian, aren't you.'

'Most people call me the king of laughs, but sure.'

'Name one person who calls you that.'

'I don't need any prove, because i am the prove.'

'Yeah sure 'king of laughs'.'

You see Lee Know entering the class, and sitting some seats away.

You didn't realise you stayed looking at him, while he is sitting down.

'Hello, earth to y/n. ELLO Y/N.'

he looks over to Lee Know.

'Oh, i see.' he smirks 'is he your crush?'

'What? No, no. He-, i mean. No never, bleh.'

'Yeah sure.' he winks.

'What are you winking for?'

'Just, you are a bad liar.'

You turn red and start covering your face with your book.

'Don't cover yourself up now, you look so adorable. Like a little tomato.'

you burst into laughter.

'You don't make any sense Han.'

'You don't either.'

During class, many girls were flirting with Lee Know. You hated the way they were touching him, even tho he isn't yours. The worst part is that you just sat there and couldn't do anything. Just look and feeling jealous.

Class went very fast actually, if you observe others. But you tried to focus, you really did. But it just didn't work, if you hear those girls giggle and playing with his hair. It just breaks you inside.

When the bell ringed, you finally escaped with Han the classroom.

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'Whats upp y/n. Ow, well hello there. Who did you brought with you?'

'So everybody, this is Han.'

'Han, this is Lisa and Amaray. And that dude over there, is IN. He is very shy by the way.'

'Ello, everybody. So okay, Lisa, Amaray and IN. Easy to remember.'

'Actually IN, is his nickname.'

'Whats his real name?'

'Actually its Jeongin.' Lisa comments.

'Anyway, nice to meet y'all.'

'Nice to meet you to, Han.' Amaray says.

'So y/n, you know what you are going to write on the letter?'

'What letter?' Han asks.

'Its just a plan.'

'Yeah for her LOVER.' Lisa laughs.

'Lee Know?'

'He knows alreaddy?! Y/N you need to start going undercover, like really.'

'I am trying Amaray.'

'Lee know? You like him.' IN asks.

'Yeah, but a tiny bit.'

'Yeah sure, sure sure.' Amaray comments.

'She is obsessed, like litterly.'

'I am not, first of all. By the way, Lisa. Don't you lik-'

'Stop, don't. I swear y/n, don't you dare.'

'I am not going to say anything, i pinky promise.'

'Okay but what can i write on the letter?'

'Maybe like: Every time i see you, mine body is full of joy, and full of laughter. I never believed in love at first sight, but with you i do. Xoxo your secret admirer.'

'Wow Han, thats actually really good.' you say.

'Thank you.' he blushes.

'Write that down! Come on!'

'Yeah write that down!'

you take your notebook and start writing exactly what Han said.

'Okay all done, now i just need to buy that popsicle.'

'I can come with you.' Han proposes.

'Sure!'

'And we will suport you mentally. Right IN?'

'Yeah, for sure! But just to ask, how you going to give it to him?'

'Okay, i and Lisa are going to look if he is around and she's going to put it in his backpack!'

'Fantastic right?'

'Be carefull okay?' Han says.

'I will.' you smile.

'But lets eat, i am starving!'

'Yeah me to.' Han winks.

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'Lets go, Han.'

'I am coming, have some patients.'

You roll with your eyes.

'Okay , i am done. Lets go!'

'You take like hours to make your backpack.'

'Yeah right. Prove?'

'You've got to be kidding me.'

'I am just joking around.'

'Ha-ha-ha, funny.'

you cough sarcasticly.

You two are walking in the city. Han is walking close to you. Its a cold day, to be honest and your hands are freezing. You try to warm them up, but it doesn't work.

'Your hands are cold?'

'A tiny bit.'

'Wait let me just.' he take's your hands and take them in his.

'Better?'

'Wow, your hands are hot.'

'Not only mine hands.' he winks.

'Dirty boy.' you laugh

'What?! I mean mine nose is hot to. Dirty minded y/n.'

You roll your eyes.

You two walk into a candy shop and you buy a big heart-shaped popsicle.

'This one is perfect.'

'Yeah it is.' Han says.

'I am coming home okay?'

'I will walk with you, don't want someone to kidnap you.'

you laugh

'Thank you Hannie.'

'Hannie, is that mine new nickname?'

'Yeah.' you say proudly.

He walks you home, still holding your hand. You look at how he is holding your hand. And you kinda like it to be honest...

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'Okay Lisa, Amaray, readdy for Mission impossible?'

'Yeah okay, his packback is standing there alone.'

'I don't see any people around.'

'Okay quick as a cat, quick as a cat.'

'Wait there is one person looking our way.'

'Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious...'

'Okay she is not looking, okay now y/n!'

you ran with your letter and popsicle towards his backpack and place it inside.

'Okay now run!'

you three run together (not far) and hide behind a tree.

'Okay nobody saw me?'

'No, everything is safe.'

'Wait he is coming towards his backpack.'

'Shhh, Lisa.'

'Shhh, Amaray.' she mocks.

Lee Know took his backpack and went inside.

'Okay we did it! We actually did it! It wasn't that hard actually!'

'Yeah, we should work for the FBI!'

'Yeah right, you Lisa, could do that. Yeah sure.'

'Why you laughing.'

'Okay you kids, lets get out of here.'

Nobody saw you guys.... or so you hope...

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You were sitting in class, and you saw girl whispering and pointing at you. You didn't even know why.

Han sat next to you and whispered:

'Hey, why are they all looking your way?'

'I don't know, its freaking me out.'

'Just stay cool okay?'

'If you say so.'

During class it was very uncomfortable, so once the bell ringed you ran outside the class to find your other friends...

'Guys, am i hallucinating or is everyone looking at me?'

They all look at you, with a weird expression.

'Why are you all silent...'

'Lisa? Amaray?' you look at them

'IN?'

'Uhmm, can i tell her?'

Amaray nods.

'So uhmm, someone saw you.'

You froze

'Someone saw me?'

'We don't know who, really y/n.'

'I need to get out of here.'

'Wait no y/n-'

you ran out the cafeteria towards the restroom. You quickly locked yourself in.

You sat there for about 5 minutes when you suddenly heared knocks on your stall.

'Used.' you yell.

The knocks were becoming louder.

You open the door and see there standing Lee Know and a girl.

'Here you stupid popsicle back.'

she throws it on the floor and jumps on it.

'And your stupid, and UGLY letter.'

she rips it apart in front of you.

'You are the definition of loser, you understand? Stay away from him.'

Lee Know just stare's at you, without doing anything.

'What do you think of her Lee Lee?'

'Unactractive, weird, stupid.'

'You hear that?'

'Unactractive.'

'Weird.'

'And stupid.'

'Lets go Lee Lee.'

She takes his hand and they go both out of the restroom.

Tears rolling off your cheek. Staying there with the popsicle and letter in your hands.

'Xoxo from your secret admirer'...

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puhpandas · 7 months

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Rabbit Burrow

(5180 words) part 2 (1 found here)

Tony Becker, one year after surviving the attack from GGY, tracks down Gregory post-SB. But he has to get through Vanessa and Freddy before he can get to Gregory.

Its only after Tony has run through the interaction with Vanessa ten times over that he realizes she never told him how she knows Gregory.

He'd been nothing but restless since she left. His eyes have been darting to and from the digital clock on the end table on the other side of arm of the couch, and his brain has been so scattered, all he can focus on is the awaiting reunion.

The baking show has long since switched to a new episode since he last checked the TV. Tony's worried that at this point, his fingers will start bleeding if he keeps picking at them like this.

The only saving grace in a long chunk of nothing-but-anticipation is when Tony's phone buzzes at 6:01pm, right when he had started to gather his thoughts and began plan out the reunion in his head like remembering a speech.

Ellis: dude where r u????

Ellis: yr mom said u arent home and she keeps asking me if ur with me and where u r

All Tony does is sigh. He cant even find it in him to feel bad that his Mom and Grandma are probably worried. All he can think about is how his arms are shaking and his stomach feels floaty.

He types back with thumbs that have peeling skin on the edge of the fingernails.

Tony: Remember how I covered for you that one time?

Tony: I need you to cover for me. If you need to tell her that I'm with you and I'm staying over do that. I just need any excuse.

Ellis: yea i remember but why?

Ellis: if a guy covers for u u can at least tell him what the deal is

Tony: I'm doing something really important. I can't tell you all the details yet.

Tony: I just need you to trust me. Please. It'll help me out a lot, Ellis.

Tony: I promise I'll make it up to you next time you need something.

Ellis: dude didnt know it was that important

Ellis: dont worry then. u know i can tell a mean lie when i need to

Tony: Dude thanks. That's a big relief. It wont be in vain.

Ellis: my services will not be for free tho

Ellis: i will need something in return

Tony: What do you want?

Ellis: for u to buy me a cookie next time i see u at lunch

Tony finds it in him to roll his eyes at that. He smiles a bit, and right as he goes to send back I'll buy you two, Freddy Fazbear makes some sort of clunking sound.

Its enough to make his already fluttery heart clench and himself almost fly off of the couch. He jerks and yelps and can only stare Freddy Fazbears black eyelids phwip open, and his pupils glow..

They're blank, though, like they're on but Freddy himself isnt. His body whirs and shifts slowly, as if running a diagnostic, and after his ears wiggle, theres a clear difference.

Tony just sits rigid as a board with eyes wide as saucers as Freddy doesnt notice him right away. He just takes the jump cables off of his ears and sets them on the carpet, and moves his torso to face the window.

Which Tony is blocking. Since hes on the couch sitting directly next to the animatronic.

Theres a staring contest with a distinct lack of breathing for all but a few moments, before the small black plastic pieces that are Freddys eyebrows tilt downwards.

"Wait wait wait!" Tony holds out his hands, but Freddy doesnt get off the couch and attack him like his fears. Freddys eyes dont leave his once, and it reminds him too much of those few times Freddy would stare him down and be hot on his heels in the Pizzaplex during the GGY debacle.

Freddy pauses, not even so much as twitching as he burns an LED hole into him. Tony tries to get over the unease and stutters out, "Um, Vanessa trusts me. I talked to her. She told me to stay here."

For a fleeting moment, Tony believes he somehow said the wrong thing and that Freddy is now going to grab him and beat him into a pulp like he feared back at the Pizzaplex all that time ago. But during the rigid silence, the glow in Freddys eyes flickers for half a second, and some sort of beeping sound emits from a hidden speaker.

"I have just contacted her." Freddy finally breaks the tension, and Tony sighs at how his voice does not sound aggressive. In fact, Freddy hadn't spoken at all when Tony had been afraid of him last year. "You are telling the truth... my apologies."

"Theres no issue." Tony manages when Freddy looks so undoubtedly apologetic theres no doubt that he's not genuine. He scratches the back of his neck. "...I guess I wouldnt be too keen on a stranger being in my house when I wake up either."

"Yes," Freddy nods, and his ears bob at the motion. Theres a split second of silence where the baking show Tony hasn't caught a single second of is the only noise in the room. "so that begs the question; why are you here?"

Tony jerks. "What?"

"You are a stranger in my house, like you said." Freddy points out, not unkindly. "I would appreciate knowing why. Even if you already went over it with Vanessa."

"Oh. Well. I dont know what all Vanessa told you, but... I'm here for Gregory."

Freddy doesnt immediately turn distrustful or wary like Vanessa had. Probably because he already knows Tony is a friend. "She said you were an old friend of his." Freddy confirms. His "So, you are the boy Gregory talks to much about."

Tony doesnt really know how to respond to that. He grabs a fold of fabric from the arm of his jacket in-between his fingers. "Uh...yeah."

"I'm sure you've already talked to Vanessa. So I wont beat around the bush." Freddy says. "But Gregory has tried so hard to remember you."

Tony brows furrow. "...She said he has dreams sometimes. And that's how he knows I-- we exist."

"Yes." Freddy nods."But she probably did not tell you that he tries to figure out what reminded him of you, so he can continue to keep dreaming."

Tony's eyes widen, and he picks at his fingers. No. Vanessa did not mention that. She said nothing about Gregory actively searching for Tony around his life to see him in his dreams.

Freddys LED eyes dim, and his ears and eyelids droop in a clear sign of upset. "It breaks my heart. To see Gregory try to gather the broken pieces of his memories." His eyes stare at the couch cushion below them, before they dart up to look him in the eye. "You were obviously very important to him, if he searches like this."

"He is to me too." Is all Tony can manage. He's suddenly getting a sense adjacent to deja vu.

"Its clear that he is." Freddy is still looking him in the eye, but somehow, Tony feels like he's smiling at him. "If you came all this way to see him."

And he really did come a long way, didnt he? He took a bus to a different county. He spent hours and hours scouring the internet for any mention of Greg after he suddenly up and went missing as soon by the time Tony had recovered enough to look for him.

Greg has searched too, apparently. Tony cant help but be aware of. Even after losing his memories.

"What is your name?" Freddy suddenly asks him.

"Tony Becker." Tony answers easily. "I guess he doesnt remember my name, huh?"

"No. But he has tried. Believe me when I say that." Freddy says. "He wants to know more about his life before what happened more than anything."

"...You think he'll be happy to see me?"

"There is no doubt, Tony Becker."

The last time he had seen Greg, it was in a dusty back room with a knife in his back.

But despite that, it isnt what Tony thinks when he thinks Greg. When he thinks of Greg, he thinks of the sleepovers and the days Greg would show up at school one day with his hair different lengths. He thinks about how He, Greg, and Ellis would Vs. eachother on the air hockey machine. He thinks about the stories they'd come up with in creative writing.

When he thinks of that afternoon at the Pizzaplex, he doesnt think Greg. He thinks GGY. Maybe its that first inkling of separation that got him here.

Theres been a stretch of silence while Tony soaked it in. The rain outside has slowed, and the sun peeking through the gray clouds shines through the window, white lines on the coffee table like the blinds are a stencil.

"But the truth is... I do not think Vanessa feels the same." Freddy suddenly says. "She wants to protect him from the awful memories. I do not have to deal with them like she does, but I assume they... that they haunt her."

His ears droop. "I believe that she does not want Gregory to have to as well."

"So shes trying to keep them from him?" Tony asks, a brow raised. "But that's his choice, isn't it?"

"That is how I feel." Freddy agrees, looking at him again. It's starting to become less uncomfortable. "Listen, Tony Becker. I may not know for sure, but I feel that Vanessa is afraid to let you near Gregory. Seeing you will make him remember so much."

His mind immediately jumps to a thousand implications at that."If shes scared, what does that mean?" He asks. "She'll make me leave? She'll change her mind?"

"I do not think so." Freddy assures. "But my point is that she has been trying for so long to keep Gregorys memories under wraps. It is not with malice, but this is why I ask you this."

"Gregory has long since chosen to remember, even if Vanessa does not want him to." Freddy says havent left his once, and Tony doesnt look away, either. Freddys pupils suddenly appear brighter in a way when he speaks again, "To keep them from him after he has already made his choice would be cruel. Which is why I would like you to help him, Tony Becker."

Tony hasnt forgotten how Greg fought for him that day at the Pizzaplex. He hasnt forgotten how all that mattered was Tony escaping. Not if Greg would get in trouble. Not if something would happen to him.

Gregory has, though. Greg has forgotten a lot of things.

But if seeing Tony in danger that fateful afternoon made him remember himself enough to fight, and win against mind control?

Tony can fight for Greg's memories, too. Even if it takes another year.

"He deserves to remember his old life." Freddy says. "Vanessa has told me that his parents are dead. Any life he had before is nothing but a faint memory." He hums, melancholy. "But it's one I want him to remember."

Me too Tony almost says. Because all Tony has wanted throughout this last year is his friend back.

"Greg was one of my best friends." Tony says quietly, eyes downcast. He counts the threads in the couch cushion. "I want him to remember me and Ellis and... everything. It's why I'm here."

"I have not been able to help him, no matter how much I've wanted to." Freddy responds, sounding sad. "But I am glad you are here. Now Gregory truly has a chance of obtaining what hes been chasing for so long."

"Me too." Tony replies, not knowing which exactly hes responding too.

"So," Freddy pauses. "what do you say?"

"I'll do it." Tony responds immediately. "But... I just have to ask. Why do you trust me so much? Vanessa wouldnt even tell me anything until I answered her riddles."

Freddy hums. "It is exactly as you said." Freddy answers. "You earned Vanessa's trust. So in turn you have earned my trust. I trust Vanessa to trust you."

Tony doesnt respond, for a moment, just taking that in.

The amount of faith you have in someone to trust them that much. To know you can rely on them. To have no doubt...

Tony glances at the hallway he can see just over the back of the couch and down the hall into the room with the slightly open door, with the pens and pencils and bed and desk, and wonders how tightly wound the people in this house are with eachother.

"...Then I'll return the favor." Tony smiles. "You're friends of Greg's, and, well... I was friends with him, once upon an time. And he still seems to think so." He holds out a hand. "Any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine."

Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyelids come up in a way that make him look overjoyed. "Any friend of Gregory's is a friend of mine." Freddy repeats, shaking Tony's hand. "We are in this together, now. We will have to be there for Gregory if he remembers not so great things."

"And for the great things." Tony smiles, going over the few months worth of memories of their three amigos friendship he has in his head. "Its worth it, I think."

After all, if Tony's found a way to seperate killer Greg with his Greg, then he thinks Gregory probably can as well.

"I'm glad we have that settled." Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyes do that dimming thing again for half a second. "Because Vanessa has just contacted me and let me know that she is almost back with Gregory."

He makes some sort of choking noise. Theres a thousand things on the tip of Tony's tongue in seconds. His eyes blow wide as saucers, and he twists his back to look at the clock that reads 6:34.

He immediately feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. He stutters, trying to gather his thoughts, and eventually gets out "How long?!"

"Soon." Freddy smiles. "It wont be long, now. It seems all the work you've done has paid off."

Tony cant find it in him to move his mouth after that. Just too rigid. It feels like theres electricity buzzing up his skin and a wildfire in his chest. It feels like he cold start floating like a balloon at any moment.

He doesnt respond to Freddy, after that. He just twists his body to face the front door (his back twinges. maybe he shouldn't slouch over his laptop and desk so much) and waits.

A few minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Not really when its put up against the year he's taken to track Greg down. But its somehow more agonizing waiting now when he knows Greg is in arms reach, instead of it being uncertain if he'd ever see him again.

It's not uncertain, now. Is the thing. Greg is on his way, and Tony, for once, doesn't even know what to think. All he can do is sit there and be clammy and impatient.

Freddy chuckles. Tony ignores it. He burns a hole into the front door just across the living room, only hearing his own jumbled thoughts and roaring in his ears over the baking show on the TV.

Its Winter right now. So by 6:45, all the light outside has darkened into pitch blackness. The residential street lights outside the apartments make the raindrops on the window glow. The TV is still going in the background.

Freddy is as still as he is, joining him in watching the door as restless as a bored puppy. Listening to the ventilation inside of Freddys inner workings is the only thing that reminds Tony to breathe.

After multiple agonizing minutes, Tony jerks when the slam of a car door is heard distantly outside the window.

"Are you ready, Tony Becker?" Freddy breaks the silence. Looking back at Freddy is the first time Tony looks away from the door. "We do not know how much he will remember at first. It may be messy. It may not."

Messy is definitely a word he would use to describe a lot of the things that have happened, here. So he just nods, a tilt of his head. "I'm ready."

"He is ready, too." replies Freddy.

And that's all that's said until the doorknob begins to rattle.

All that Tony manages is a strangled gasp before he's bolting off the couch, almost tripping over Freddys legs. His converse slide on the laminate wood, and he stands there. In perfect view of the door.

His legs feel cold and his chest airy as he watches. He waits for movement, and cant help the tremble in his hands when the deadbolt unlocks. He can hear voices. Only because hes straining his ears, but he can hear a high pitched voice muffled and faint behind the door.

The doorknob rattles, and Tony watches as the deadbolt unlocks from the inside. His heart stutters in his chest when he hears voices outside, and he can pinpoint one of the pitches as Greg's.

"Come on, Vanessa. Were home. Now tell me what the suprise is!"

"I think you'll want to see it for yourself, Greg."

"Its inside? Well what could it possibly be if you wont even give me a hint--"

The knob twists, and the door creaks open. Its steady and agonizingalmost as if it's in slow motion.

And there he is.

Theres the pale skin and short stature and blue clothes. Tony isnt breathing when he just looks, and sees the boy he'd been searching for so long right in front of him.

He has raindrops in his chocolate brown hair. Greg doesnt look away from Vanessa while he walks in, at first, but Vanessa looks away from Gregory. She meets his eyes, and Tony doesnt have it in him to dissect what the look could mean.

All he cares about is how Greg follows her gaze.

He stops in his tracks, his mud stained Pizzaplex brand sneakers planting him firmly in place.

It's like everything else falls away when Greg meets his eyes. Huge, amber eyes that grow as wide as saucers when they see him. Theres a dark jagged scar wrapped around his cheek that makes it to his nose that wasnt there before.

The silence is deafening, as they just stand there and stare at eachother. Tony thinks he isnt breathing. Theres electricity shooting up his spine. His fingers twitch and tremble. Greg just stares, mouth agape.

Tony's own twitches, and he smacks his lips together, testing if he can still speak at all. His legs are rooted to the ground as he says, just above a whisper, "Greg."

Greg's face shifts ever so slightly, and it's only now Tony realizes his eyes are a bit faraway. Like he's...

Remembering something.

In an instant, they dart and blink, and Greg is looking at him again.

Tony dares to break through the water by taking a step. He never tears his eyes away from Gregory's own.

At some point, Vanessa moved away from the door and somewhere else in the house.

Which means the coast is clear when Tony takes a step, and then another, and Greg is meeting him in the middle.

Hes almost sprinting when they crash into eachother like waves. Immediately, Tony wraps his arms around Greg tight, and Greg clutches back just as desperately.

"Tony." Gregory says breathlessly. Tony can feel Greg's hair brush against his cheek and his hands ball up his jacket. "Its you. That's your name. You're the..."

"The one you've been dreaming about?" Tony chuckles, and to his suprise, it's a little wet. His legs ache from pushing himself into the hug so much, but he ignores it. "Yeah. Me and Ellis. Your friends."

"Tony and Ellis." Greg repeats, and Tony could cry at how it's the same voice in all of his memories. A few things are different; Gregory's face has changed a bit, and so has his hair and clothes. But all of the things that made him Greg back then are still here.

"I--" Greg stutters. "I tried so hard to remember anything about you. I was gonna track you down, I hope you know. Cause you're the only things I remember about..."

"I know, Greg." Tony replies. Greg pulls away from the hug, and Tony still has a grip on his shoulders. "They told me everything."

He jerks his head towards Freddy and Vanessa, and when Greg looks over at him, Freddys ears wiggle and Vanessa does a small little wave.

"Some suprise." Gregory chuckles, wiping at his dry eyes. "Jeez, its just-- I just remembered so much. Just by seeing you, and--"

Greg's eyes turn a little misty as he looks in Tony's own. "We were friends." He says. "And I forgot you for so long."

"It wasnt your fault." Tony smiles slightly. Greg still has to look up at him a bit, like he did last time Tony saw him. "Freddy and Vanessa told me you tried your best to remember us."

Gregory nods, glancing over at them. "I did." He says. "I wanted to know what triggered the first dream so bad. But... I never figured it out."

"I guess it doesn't matter now." Tony says. "I'm right here in front of you, and you remember now. Ellis'll be really glad to see you, too."

Gregory chuckles. "I missed him." He says. "I missed you, too."

"Me too." Tony replies, and it doesn't feel like those two words can encapsulate how much Tony has felt the past year. "Ellis really missed you as well. He still is. You don't know what happened to him when you went missing."

Gregory ducks his head, eyes downcast. "I wish I did."

Tony eyes Freddy from the corner of his eye, and he nods. Tony looks back towards Greg. "I can tell you some stuff, if you want. Vanessa said something reminded you of me one day." He smiles. "I can try to help remind you of stuff enough to remember more."

Gregory's head shoots up, and to Tony's suprise, tears gather in his eyes. As quick as they come, he ducks his head, using the sleeve of his navy jacket to wipe them away. "Yeah." He sniffs. "That'd be great."

"I'm glad you guys reunited." Vanessa pipes up to their left. "But, Gregory, I think you should go take a breather. I wanna talk to Tony anyway."

Greg doesnt answer for a second, but eventually he nods, smiling at Tony as he peels himself away. Tony takes note of how the tooth Gregory had been missing last year is still gone.

Tony watches him go, and his eyes dont leave his back until the door to his room shuts.

"Kid," Vanessa grabs his attention. She gestures to sit down on the couch, and he moves over, sitting in-between Freddy and her. "that went well. Really well."

Tony just nods, not able to shake the trembling in his fingers and the floaty feeling in his chest.

"It doesnt seem like he remembered anything bad." Vanessa points out. "He couldnt have. He wouldn't be so calm if he did, trust me."

Tony remembers Freddys words about how Vanessa grapples with the things shes done, so he does. He nods again, and Vanessa smiles. "So that's good. Listen, kid. If you can somehow have Gregory remember his old life without any of the mind control murder stuff, that would be the best case scenario."

Freddy whirs and straightens out a but, opening his mouth to speak, but he stops at the last second. "It wouldnt be unfair to Gregory if he wasnt remembering anything good, Fred." Vanessa points out.

"That is true." Freddy agrees. "There is no point in Gregory remembering anything harmful to him if avoidable. Vanessa knows that better than anyone."

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but pauses.

Not remember anything bad? As in he wouldnt be able to remember that day at the Pizzaplex?

How Greg had put himself on the line and fought for Tony's life? How he'd succeeded? How Tony always desperately wanted to see Greg again just to talk about it?

Words get caught in his throat, but he pushes them down and shoves his feelings aside. He just nods. "I'll do my best."

"Thanks." Vanessa says, and she sounds more relieved than Tony's ever heard anyone. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile. "Really. Thank you, kid. I'd do anything for Gregory to never have to remember the same things I do."

Tony just nods again, finding that for the first time in his life, he has no words to say. "Yeah."

"I am sure you're dying to catch up with Gregory." Freddy smiles. "Go on, Tony Becker. We will give you both space."

Tony smiles, shooting up and shimmying past Freddys legs in-between the coffee table towards the hall. "Okay. Sure." He only lingers for another moment to say "Thanks!"

Its jet black outside when Tony passes a window, and by the time he makes it to Greg's room, the only light available is a small table lamp on the desk with paper strewn about. Greg sits on his bed, deep in thought, before snapping out of it when Tony walks in.

"Hey." Gregory smiles, and Tony grins back when he shuts the door behind him. He cant help how his eyes wander about the room, taking in every detail as he moves further into the room. His backpack is tossed on the floor beside his bed, and theres comic pages and drawings thumbtacked up across every wall. Theres a corkboard with blocky letters written on paper sheets scattered around, and his bedsheets have constellations on them.

Tony's eyes linger on the desk, where there are multiple comics covering every inch, some half-finished and some fully colored.

"You would draw comics when we were friends, too." Tony says, making his way over and peering at all of the different drawings. "I'd call them graphic novels. I'd write the story and you'd draw."

"I think I had a dream about that." Greg says. "We'd go in your room and brainstorm, right?"

"Yeah." Tony smiles. He looks at the dates scribbles in the corners of them all, and notices that most of them are recent.

"Its one of the only dreams I had." Gregory says. "It... it would make me so mad because it never went any different. And it had been the only indication you even existed for so long." He chuckles without humor. "The other dreams weren't much different, but, well, I was never really able to figure out how to trigger a new dream."

As he keeps looking, some of the older comics, like the ones on the walls and the underneath the piles of recent ones have dates from a few months ago.

It's like a tiny lightbulb goes off above his head. He turns to Gregory, asking "Do you remember when you had the first dream?"

Gregory pauses for a moment. "Yeah." He says. "It was a few months ago. The first dream I had was about us drawing comics in your room."

Tony smiles, finding the earliest date to be near October last year. Its February now. "Did you ever think the thing that triggered that memory was drawing a comic?"

Tony watches as the gears turn in Greg's head. Hes silent for a moment, before muttering, "No. I didnt."

Tony looks at the window on the wall by Greg's bed and watches as raindrops drip down the screen on the other side. Crickets are chirping faintly, and he can hear Freddy and Vanessa's voices muffled behind the door.

The days events catch up to him, and right as the first inkling of tiredness creep up on him, he says "So how about we try to make a comic together like the dream? Maybe it'll bring back some new memories."

Gregory is silent for a moment, and Tony watches as his eyes widen, and a grin gradually stretches across his face. "Okay." He says. "Yeah. Let's do it."

So it's in Greg's room, instead of Tony's, where they hunker down for the night and squish next to eachother on the same chair at the same desk and brainstorm a comic. Tony makes a point of calling it a graphic novel like he used to, because Greg would always say something about it, and unsurprisingly, this time is no different.

The only light is from Gregory's small table lamp shoved to the very corner to make room for more papers, and it's only when they have everything ready does Greg finally ask about the story.

"You said you'd write the story and I'd draw." Gregory says. His shoulder is pressed up against Tony's on the chair and his voice is loud in his ear. "So what's the story?"

Tony hums for a second, jumbled thoughts and ideas running course in his mind, then he gets an idea.

He grins slowly as it dawns on him. He glances over at Greg.

"You always liked nonfiction better, right?" Gregory says, voice up an octave like a question. "Real life stuff."

"Yeah." Tony confirms. "This is a real story."

"So tell me." Greg smiles, leaning back to get a good view of Tony. Tony himself does the same, and Greg is doing one of those lopsided smiles that shows off his missing tooth. "And I'll start drawing the panels."

Its only after theyve hunkered down does Tony really let himself revel in the fact that he found Greg, and he's here and okay. It may not be perfect, since Tony never really will be able to speak to that Gregory that saved him that day and thank him, but its content. Tony has his friend back, and he can't ask for any more.

He's long since decided on a story when he finally tells Gregory. He smiles softly, before saying,

"This story is about a kid named Gregory, who once hacked the school PA speakers and started beatboxing."

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Ellis: um so how long will i have to keep this up???

Ellis: would be nice to know

Tony: I dont know how long I'll be gone.

Tony: I'll buy you as many cookies as you want for this.

Ellis: we will negotiate when you come back

Ellis: for now ill uphold my end of the deal mr. becker

Tony: I'll uphold mine early.

Tony sent an image

Image ID: A boy with short dark brown hair and a green jacket angling the camera so by his head is a boy with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. The boy with dark hair is smiling and the boy with brown hair is looking suprised at the camera.

Ellis is typing...

ao3 link

#finally got this done #was struggling so if its evident #my bad lol #my fics #detective rabbit #bell boots #gregory #tony #ggy #tony becker #fnaf gregory #tftp #tales from the pizzaplex #twoshot #3 star fam #vanessa #freddy #ellis #pandas writes

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Chapter 1….

Warningsss: smoking, cheating (don’t do this) drinking, sex, p in v, cussing, arguing, cheating (for all chapters) ׂ

Summary: Matt & y/n start of as friends but it slowly turns into something more, what will happen when she ends up with his brother and leaves their connection unsatisfied..?

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this is my work, my writing & ideas, I don’t condone stealing other peoples stories so please don’t!! <3

Chapter 1, “pilot”

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me!!” Chris says, making my heart drop even more if that’s possible, and making me burst into loud sobs that I’ve been holding in for 45 minutes now.

“I knew there was something in between you guys I knew it, I knew you couldn’t be trusted and I chose to do nothing about it!”

“And every time I try to confront you about it, you cut it off quickly, and change the subject.”

“Your not fucking slick, I’m trying to tell you, tell you how I know everything, but your still choosing to fucking cut me off and try to fix it”

“But you know what y/n, there’s no fixing it now,I never want to see your fucking face again y/n, and that’s something that will never change”

“You know that’s not true” I say, the words come out of my mouth as me trying to convince him, but I think it’s really me trying to convince myself.

“You know what’s not true? our entire fucking relationship y/n the whole fucking thing” Chris says, now yelling so loud I’m pretty sure the entire street can hear

“I’ve been lied to, I’ve been cheated on, I’ve been manipulated, I’ve been fucking broken down into pieces over and over for you, and your still not admitting to it.”

Every word hits me like a bullet straight through the heart, I know he’s right, I know I fucked up, but something in me just wants to keep fighting because I love him more then anyone, and I need him, I need his hands all over me constantly, I need his praises and compliments 24/7, I need to wake up every morning to him snuggling the shit out of me, I can’t live without it.

“Chris I know but plea-“

“Get the fuck out.” He says, with a straight swollen face, I’ve seen him say things he doesn’t mean, but this is different. This I can tell he means it deep down. He means everything.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!” he yells.

His voice sounds numb in my ears, my heart feels like it’s been beaten with a knife over and over again, my face is swollen, my body is shaking, and tears are still falling even though it feels like I’ve barley let any of my emotions inside of my body out.

I quickly grab my bags since they were already packed by Chris, and make my way towards the door, follow me Chris, tell me to wait, tell me to stop.

Right before I open the door I hear him start to talk, a part of me feels relieved because I think he’s going to tell me to stop, part of me feels guilty because I don’t know if I want to stop.

My emotions are all over the place, do I wanna go and be happy with the love of my life, but be full of guilt, live with the fact that Chris hates me, and he’s not mine anymore. Or do I wanna stay and leave all my guilt and past mistakes in the past, and live a amazing future with Chris.. but without him I don’t know.

All I know is that if I could go back and change it all I would, I would’ve never went to the mall that day, I would’ve never became friends with them, it all would’ve just stayed the same and my life wouldn’t completely be destroyed like it is now.

2 years ago, (the setting where most all this series takes place)

The smell of salty fast food mixed with cinnamon and vanilla surrounds us as me and my best friend walk through the food court of the mall

“what do you wanna eat?” Ella asks me. The smell of salty food just makes me want fries, Chic fil a fries specifically, I want Chick-fil-A, I say.

Standing in the insanely large line to order, I get snapped out of my trance when I hear “oh my god Madi snapped mee” Ella says. “What is she doing?” I ask.

“Let me ask” she says. “does she wanna come to the mall with us?” I ask. Madi Filipowicz, is one of me and Ella close friends, we hangout as a trio a lot. We met her at a weird influencer party Ella was invited to, she brought me because me and Ella don’t go anywhere without eachother obviously.

“She’s with the triplets” she says. I don’t know the triplets, I follow nick on Instagram, and he follows me back, but that’s it. Madi is with them a lot, but I’ve still never met them. I know Ella has met them multiple times at her little influencer events.

Ella is not that popular, but she has a tad of a following on TikTok where she makes her “get ready with me’s” and stuff, so that’s how she gets invited to the events & parties.

“She said she would love to come and that the triplets are coming with her” Ella says. “Okay sounds like fun” I say, as we grab our food after waiting in line forever.

We are half way done eating, and as I reach for another fry, I see 3 same-faced men + Madis gorgeous self walking towards us.

“Wait you didn’t tell me the one on the right was so fucking fine?!” I whisper. She turns around, “Matt?” She says.

“Heyyy guys” Madi says. “Hey I missed youu” I say while hugging her. “Matt, nick, Chris, this is y/n, and I know you guys have met Ella before.” Madi says. “It’s nice to meet you” I say while shaking all 3 of their hands. “Nice to meet you” they say.

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We all 6 have split up now, I’m in lush, i just left Madi & Ella in Sephora, no idea where the triplets went but last I saw Chris.. I think? Was in American Eagle, yeah it had to have been Chris because I know what nick looks like and it wasn’t the hot one so yeah Chris.

As I go through the bath bombs, I find one with green, blue, red and black swirls on it. “Oh my god that’s my favorite scent from here!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see it’s Nick.

I bring the bath bomb up to my nostrils and immediately smell fresh cotton, mixed with pink sands and hmm.. lavender? “This does smell amazing” I say. “Not to mention it reminds me of Billie Eilish” Nick says, I give him a weird look.

“You know… her hair has been green, red, blue, and black?” He says. “Ohhh I see what your saying now” we chuckle. “I love Billie, I have a Billie tattoo actually” I say. “shut the fuck up, your joking” Nick says. I laugh and start to pull up my sleeve, revealing the tiny tattoo that says everything I wanted in a beautiful italicized font. “Oh my God I love you already” Nick says.

After I get done purchasing the bath bomb, and a few other things of that scent, I grab the bag from the worker and start heading out the store with Nick. “Look” Nick says, pointing to a line at the Starbucks in the mall. “We should prank them” Nick says, referring to Matt, Madi, and Ella in the Starbucks line. “Bet” I say.

We quickly walk up behind them and push them into the people in front of them, they all jump and sorta bump the people in front of them at the line. In front of them is an older lady, blonde hair, looks like a Karen, with her daughter looked about 14 had highlighted hair, looks like a preppy pink Barbie girl.

The older lady gives us the weirdest look and we all just start laughing even harder at that, the daughter kind of starts giggling with us too.

Eventually we find ourselves at the counter and Matt, Madi, and Ella all give their orders. Matt turns around and says, “Nick, y/n want anything?”

I stand their and look into his eyes while he asks us the question, his eyes are bright blue and his brown silky hair sits perfectly above them. He has the perfect amount of texture on his skin where he looks normal but not like concrete, and he has the perfect amount of smoothness to his skin but not to where he looks fake. “No I’m good” Nick says. “And you Ms zoned out?” Matt says while giggling.

I quickly leave my trance, embarrassed, but in shock at how perfect he is. “Oh, sorry.” I say. “I’ll have just a iced white mocha please, basic I know” Matt gives an indescribable look and says “I don’t know if I should be offended or if I should be glad we have something in common, because that’s my order too” He says chuckling. “Be glad we have something in common.” I say. “Yes Ma’am” he says.

If I were being respectful, I would say that made my stomach flutter a little, and made me blush, which is true but it did more then that. Since I’m being myself, I’ll say it made my underwear soaked, and I’m now clenching my thighs.

I quickly hand him my card from my wallet and he puts his hand over it. “I got it pretty girl” he says, this one made me lose control. I want to pull him to the nearest bathroom and get down on my needs right then and there, but I barley know the kid, let me keep it my pants for now.

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We make our way back to the car, the sounds of bags bumping together and crinkling makes me wanna pull my ears off, until I hear the most perfect voice I know start to speak. “I hate the sound of shopping bags” Matt says. “That’s so fucking weird what?” Madi says. “Hey I don’t think it’s weird” I say. “I was legit just thinking about how I wanna cut my ears off due to the obnoxious noise these bags in my hands are making.” I say.

Matt’s voice is different compared to Nick & Chris’s, it’s more low & soft and to be honest I could listen to it for hours.

As we start parting our separate ways to our cars, i hear “meet us at our house, yeah?” Nick says. “Yeah just send us the address.” Ella says.

I open the door passenger door, and get in the seat. I turn to look at Ella only to see her already looking at me, giving me a “your not slick” look. “Girl you like himmm… and he likes youuu” Ella says.

“No I don’t, and no he doesn’t.” I say, blushing. “See you do though, and you know he likes you.” Ella says. “I don’t even know his favorite color” I say. “Blue” she says. “Okay…i don’t even know how old he is.” I say. “18”she says. (this part of the story is taking place 2 years ago) “Okay shut up” I say.

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We arrive at the triplets house, as I grab all my bags, I see Ella is already walking into their house, along with Chris, Nick and Madi. As I start walking up to the door I hear footsteps next to me, I turn to see Matt. “Do you get made fun of taking too long too?” Matt says. “Yeah all the time.” I say. “My nickname is turtle” I say, which is true. “Ella calls me a turtle because im always late everywhere, and I take forever doing everything” I say. “Nick and Chris say the same thing of me too” Matt says. “But they aren’t the one driving the car so they can shut the hell up” Matt’s says. We both laugh while entering the house.

“Okay so here’s the deal, im going to order pizza & we are gonna watch a movie and maybe play a few games and then you guys can sleepover if you want” Nick says. “Sounds good to me” Madi says. “Yeah” me & Ella say.

Nick picks up his phone and starts typing in numbers while walking to his room with his shopping bags. “I’m gonna film a haul for my TikTok” Ella says. “Anyone wanna be in it?” She says. “Me and y/n will show our stuff in it too” Madi says, swinging her arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to her.

As we are filming the haul, nick returns to the room and says “pizza is ordered, i was thinking we watch Shrek” he says, wearing bunny ears & sunglasses. Everybody starts dying of laughter, Chris is on the floor smacking it, Matt is covering his eyes and laughing silently, Nick is giving us the side eye while giggling, and me, Madi, and Ella are just dying in front of the still going TikTok.

“Nick they were trying to film a TikTok” Chris says, still laughing harder then ever. “And what’s with the bunny ears and glasses?” Matt says. “Don’t worry about it” Nick says while winking, everybody just laughs even more.

After everybody finally cools off from laughing so hard, we sit around the couch and decide to watch the Smurfs, since Madi does not wanna watch Shrek, and Chris wants to watch the Smurfs.

Our pizza finally arrives, and everybody dives in. Chris eats 8 slices of pizza which is an absurd amount, everybody else just eats a normal amount of pizza except me and Matt only eat 1. Nick ordered 4 pizzas for some odd reason, so their is a whole pizza leftover.

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After 6 hours of watching different movies, stuffing our faces with candy we ordered from DoorDash, playing board games & random games like truth or dare, we all eventually get tired and decide to go to bed. Madi is sleeping with Nick in his bed, and Ella and me are sleeping on their couch.

I wake up and look at my phone to see it’s 6 am, we went to bed at 4:30 am which means I’ve only been asleep for 1 hour and 30 minutes.

I hear my stomach growl, and I feel very hungry. I get up off the couch and tip toe to the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab the pizza box and place it on the counter. As I go to grab a plate I hear footsteps behind me. Oh shit I woke somebody up I think to myself, I turn around and see Matt standing there, shirtless with blue plaid pajama pants on.

His tattoos perfectly visible and pigmented on his arm, and his hands looking veinier than ever. I can feel myself clench around nothing.

“Came to eat more pizza too?” He asks. “Yeah” I say chuckling. He moves beside me and grabs a plate as well. We start to put our slices on our plates. “Could you not sleep either?” He says, as I start to open my mouth to speak I get cut off by him speaking again. “If the couch is uncomfortable you can sleep with me if you want.” He says.

I wanna take his offer more then anything, but if we sleep in the same bed, I don’t know if I will be able to contain myself. “I was asleep, but I just woke up hungry.” I say. “Oh” he says. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” I say. “I don’t know, just couldn’t.” He says.

We eat our pizza together sitting at the table, and talk about random things. Eventually we part our separate ways, and go to sleep.

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The next morning, I wake up to Chris smacking Matt for some odd reason, and Nick rolling his eyes. I check my phone and see it’s 2:30 pm. I quickly get off the couch and make my way towards the boys, Madi and Ella. “Someone finally woke up” Chris says. “Chris, the pretty girl needs her beauty sleep.” Matt says smiling. I blush and smile, but try not to make it obvious.

We gather all of our stuff, and tell everyone bye. As me and Ella walk out the door with our overnight bags, and shopping bags in hand, I feel a buzz in my pocket where I placed my phone, I grab it too see a message.

……. The end

A/N I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter of blue, I know the name of this series doesn’t really make sense right now, but just trust you gotta wait till further on in the story, anyways so i put my whole badussy into this so please give ur thoughts in my inbox I wanna hear it all!! Love you guys smm

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fandom #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #tumblr fyp #spotify #sturniolo fanfic #giannasturn #bluebygiannasturn #series #matthew sturniolo

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sunny-speaks · 11 months

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Love You to Pieces (pt 1 of 'Pieces')

Character(s): Harper @campwillowpeak x reader, mild mention of Friend from @stnaf-vn

Okay but i saw that one post about ‘what if someone murdered CM…’ AND OH MY GOD THAT POST??? SENT SHIVERS??? DOWN MY SPINE??? AUGH love me a silly goofy psychotic guy who mourns me and just feels like shit after he gets my revenge because that isn’t what I would want for him…

(SASJKDHASDJK @the-wannabe-hero thank u for the idea omg i forgor to credit--)

Part 2 !!

Trigger Warnings: death of a loved one

Main warning: SHIT TON OF ANGST DUDE I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS (i mean my standards could be a lil too low idkkk)

ALSO MAMA SLOTH I HOPE U ENJOY IF U END UP READING !!

Fic under the cut!!

His eyes widened, pupil shrinking as he watched all the blood spill from your stabbed abdomen. The coward who had stuck the knife there immediately ran away before Harper could catch him.

Harper knew he could run after him, knew he’d have a pretty good chance at killing him. But there was also something else he knew.

After years of killing others, he knew how fatal your wound was.

No, he didn’t want to even think about what was happening.

He caught your fumbling body before it hit the ground, cradling your upper torso in his arms, all fear evident on his face. “C-Cara mia?” He knew how broken and fragile he sounded and how that would scare you a little, but he didn’t have the effort to hide it from you.

You winced as you shifted in his arms, “Harper…” You grit your teeth and flashed him a smile. “I-It’s fine, everything’s going to be alright, hm?”

God, he loved your smiles. The ones you would make when you enjoyed his food, the ones you made after kissing him and leaving him breathless, the ones you reassured him that he was not a bad person and would never be, the one you made when he first got on one knee. All of them.

Even if you were dying, you still managed to smile for him. His heart stuttered in his chest, his love and fear for you both taking over. He let out a watery chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, “Y-You’re so bad for me, darling.” He brought the hand that your engagement ring sat on before kissing it. The cool metal brushed his chapped lips as a tear slipped down his face. “...Please don’t leave me, cara mia. We still,” His breath hitched and a silent sob wracked through his body, “We still haven’t gotten married yet. You can’t… You can’t do this to me.”

You coughed on the blood coagulating in your throat, droplets of blood making it onto his shirt. “A-Aw man, I got your shirt dirty…” Your eyes began to gloss over with tears, hearing Harper beg for you not to leave made things feel a lot more serious. “If it cheers you up, Harper, I do.”

“W-What?” His confusion caused him to blink back his tears before he tilted his head to the side, “I… What?”

You let out a set of broken laughter and he had to suppress a flinch. You never laughed like that, you never laughed like you were having a bad time, you never laughed like you were going to die-

Oh.

His eyebrows furrowed as if that act itself would stop the tears from forming.

And of course, because you knew him so so so well, you tried to give him a reassuring smile, “I do, Harper. I do love you, and I will marry you. Through life and through death.” Tears trickled down your face as you wiped at the dry tracks of Harper’s face, “Through sickness and health and whatnot. Harper, will you…aghk― will you marry me too?”

He stifled a whimper, his bottom lip trembling, “Of course I will, always, always, always for you, cara mia.” He craned his neck so his face met yours and he kissed you before setting you back down in his lap.

“Harper, Harper, it hurts…” You gave him one last weak look before your eyes flickered up to him. You entwined your fingers with his and brought them to your lips. “I love you, Harper. More, hgk— more than, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Okay, darling?”

He begged through tears, grasping your hand so tight, he could’ve broken your hand. But he’d never do that to you, he loved you so much. He loved you too much. He wouldn’t let you leave. “Please. Please don’t say that like you’re…” His chest wracked with sobs he was too heartbroken over to care. “Like you’re dying. You can’t. You can’t leave me, cara mia. You wouldn’t.” His lungs cried and wailed for proper oxygen intake, his brain told him he needed to breathe, but how could he? How could he dare to breathe when he knew soon enough, you wouldn’t share the same air as him.

And god, if that didn’t shatter his heart into pieces.

“Please, please, please. They can’t― They can’t take you—! Please, please, please, please…” Each repeated word was followed by tears falling from his face to yours.

If he wasn’t so overcome with his sorrow, maybe he’d have already noticed how you had already died.

Your blank eyes stared back at his glassy blue ones. He rested his face in his hand, propped on his knee as he held you to his chest, cries unabashedly rocking through his body as he had to believe it.

Believe you were gone.

Believe some coward had taken the light of his life away, forever.

Believe some scum had taken away the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

Anyone else on the street would’ve seen him chanting meaningless words of ‘please, please, please’ and ‘love you so much, love you, please don’t leave me.”

But all Harper could see was you, broken and shattered in his arms.

Harper couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep properly. Everywhere he went was a reminder of you.

He tried, he tried so hard to move on. He tried not to isolate himself. God, he had even shut himself off from his Nonna. She didn’t deserve that. It was all because of him, because he would never be good enough to save you, to save himself. Because it was all his fault that he couldn’t have seen it coming. He should’ve been more careful, been more cautious.

Friend had come over to reassure him that he understood losing a loved one, but he just… he just didn’t. He didn’t know what it meant to lose the love of his life, didn’t know how Harper had spent nights just replaying it over and over in his head.

Some nights were even worse because some days, he’d never tell a single soul, some days he forgot what you looked like, couldn’t picture your face anymore because it had been so long since he had seen you smiling at him. Those nights were the worst. How could he have forgotten his spouse, someone he had dedicated his life to?

God, he was such a piece of shit for forgetting you.

Friend only had his sweetheart, but Harper had other people to care for.

His Nonna.

But he couldn’t handle the pain your death had caused him and refused to let anyone else share it.

He had to look at your photos just to have some feeling of what it was like to be yours because he kept forgetting. He kept forgetting and forgetting what it was like to love someone like you.

You were his world and how could he ever forget it?

Was it because you weren’t there to remind him?

Ouch.

A/N: dw dw harper gets his revenge

#yandere #cwp harper x reader #cwp harper #harper cwp #angst #✨ full fic #yandere x reader #friend stnaf

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mdverse · 5 months

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md's fun silly little top 10(ish) arts of the 2023!*

*pretend there's a fun cute doodled banner here (i was going to make one earlier and then i forgor)

doing a lil recap of my top 10 15 (it was supposed to be 10 and i could not narrow it down oops) best(? this is subjective as fuck i guess it's more like my personal faves) drawings of the year! *the crowd cheers* (it’s me I’m the crowd)

15: paradise by the dashboard light! i hate to rank her so low bc i spent ages on her but it seems i don't love the result that much anymore so :/ a for effort for me tho this was ambitious

14: cheer girl loml <33 not my best art technically by far but i went way out of my comfort zone for the background and the art style (for no good reason really) (i just wanted to do a comic book thing bc superhero vibes or whatever) (it did not come out the way i was hoping it would bc i think i got too frustrated) and we simply must acknowledge that. atog did things to me that i cannot explain

13: barbie meme brittana! not my best britt but truly sooo fun to work on. there's nothing quite like finding a fun rendering process and then never using it again (i don't even remember how i coloured this but i like it)

12: cowboy barbie brittana <3 they look good, they're about to kiss, cute outfits, pretty sunset, probably went overboard with the rim lighting, what's not to love? a banger, i think

11: i say a little prayer! i think the background is. questionable at best. but this is still really fun! i think i got possessed when i got to the uniforms bc goddamn they look good

10: klaine?? on this blog???? almost unheard of lmao i truly did not think i would like this one as much as i did. i'd consider ranking it higher if i wasn't constantly Unwell over brittana but again, i'm biased, and no one here should be surprised about that

9: pre-wedding kiss my beloved! with how insane i've been over this kiss it could perhaps be higher. i am gnawing on my desk as we speak i'm not even sitting at a desk rn

8: rutherchang x black swan!! ohhh u guys i don't talk about this one enough i think it's so pretty i don't even remember how i did the colours for it but rhgfdkngd?? love her, love pushing the glee x bts agenda, if any of u gifmakers are interested in making a mike chang x black swan lyric gifset i will love u forever

7: colour wheel challenge! busted my whole tiddies and ass for this one fellas. labour of love etc etc i think staring at the bright colours for so long made my eyesight worse and i'm ok with that

6: mistletoe brittana <33 easily the best instalment of this series by a long shot! recency bias (and also just. regular bias) made me rank her much higher originally but technically she is not the most intricate piece so she must sit down here

5: prom queen kurt! dare i say a girlslay on my behalf? i think i dare. every time i see it i think i should do more glosters (glee posters) and then i don't. i could tho they would be really cool (source: dude trust me)

4: churro kiss redraw!!! genuinely Not Sane over this! never have been, never will be! redraws are like crack to me and so is this kiss

3: furtana!! i neglected them for far too long this year but if neglecting them results in art like this i may have to do it again

2: heart kiss <3 if we're being really honest and vulnerable in the chat tonight i think this is technically my best of the brittana kiss screencap redraw things i've done this year? which i did not see coming but i guess practice means refining the process etc etc so. it makes sense ig. mwah to them <3

1: black or white gcv animation <3 it's not what i would call my best drawing (bc it's, yknow, not just one drawing) but it is what i would call the product of a very obsessive thought and some frantic art sessions. objectively it's the coolest thing i've done this year so it deserves the top spot. i'm proud of it i hope to glanimate more next year. also this isn't art but it's a relevant post that i still stand by months later

#md rambles #idk what this is kdfghk i'm so sorry it's 5am and i've spent the past hour ranking these and just saying shit #if i were more awake i would be more specific about actual art things i'm proud of. but i am not. so #sth sth made a lot of bangers this year i think sth sth vv proud of myself sth sth fun list bc i feel like it

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luffythinker · 7 months

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i don't think we talk enough about how Tamaki and Mirio as a gay couple like they are the gay rep for UA like, those guys were shying around eachother in middle school, they hooked up their first and became public in second year and EVVEEEEERYBODY knows about Tamaki and Mirio dating. they got 2 or 3 years worth of anniversaries under their belts and that's just being out about it, they celebrate when they first became met/became friends. Kirishima is so envious of his work study buddy having been in a relationship so long and he wants to be like that. "ITS SO MANLY" Deku congratulates Mirio when he worked at nighteye's actually fuck canon, nighteye is alive still and he also congratulates Mrio saying shit like "I celebrated anniversaries with All might before we broke up, don't be like me keep this one." but then he goes into the "Actually it's not my fault we had creative differences and i was a side compared to Dave but it's whatever." Deku,Bubble girl,Mirio and Centipeder heard this story sevral hundred times before. Somebody once said Nighteye was AllMight's stand in for Dave like AllMight and Dave were together but he wasn't in america anymore so he just picked up Nighteye as a side thing and they broke up and that's why he wasn't on speaking terms I GOT THE TEA & IMA SPILL IT like can you imagine Deku having this Information? "ALL MIGHT YOU DATED AND DIVORCED AND DIDN'T TELL ME?"

"I never married young Midoriya, it was a side thing"

Old man yaoi we are going to. have to talk about AllMight/Nighteye whats their ship name? AllNight (thats what she said) NightMight?

Bro AllMight was definitely playing with Nighteye's heart back when,bro was getting it on and Nighteye wanted more to the relationship but AllMight wanted to keep it as a down low thing they were together in Nighteye's heart. im laughing so hard this is everything to me. They promptly get back together in the end it hits the news, AllMight marries Nighteye and Deku is crying. im crying what the fuck is this lol Endeavor: what the fuck is going on????

OH I LOVE THIS COUPLE

i actually did not like mirio at first, he's a lot... but i always loved tamaki and i came to enjoy mirio more because of him, and their relationship is so beautiful, i love them so much

NIGHTEYE AND ALL MIGHT WELL THATS SOMETHING, not him being a side piece that's so sadknkjdf

totally got the the office reference there, but i like nightmight ?? it has a nice ring into it

i usually get my old man yaoi from good omens and ofmd (and one piece) but i guess we can expand here

U REALLY INVESTED IN BREAKING NIGHT EYES HEARTKJJLSDHFDJ IM GLAD THEY GET MARRIED CAUSE I CANT HANDLE PAIN

#miritama #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki #sir nighteye #all might #nightmight #bnha #mha #rei replies

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after i noticed the enchanted demo release i did a whole ass lap around the house and when i tell you im so close to biting my table every time the scenes change... THE ATMOSPHERE?? THE ART??? THE ENTIRE THINGYS?!?! i wanna bundle this all up and like,. absorb it, eat it even. I played through it straight, no pause no nothin'. im REPLAYING IT even and trying not to run laps around the rooms here. my brain chemistry has been altered. i saw the divine. i am not the same person i was like 2 hours ago. the love, the skill, the gui, the art, the writing the all of it, it's amazing, divine even. like, i want this painted on my ceiling. like im not joking i want this entire game painted on my ceiling.. i remember playing the very first demo and being FLOORED bc hello??? banger plot banger characters whats not to love (the #gayforkayn from like 2 years ago has a whole section in my heart LMAO). and now the enchanted demo is release, and im still so in love no even more in love with the game. seeing the work being done on alaris has been the one of the highlights throughout the time ive been around, and im so happy for you! so a big congrats to this milestone and all the work that has been done to get here! im writing this in a like half awake moment so dunno how much makes sense and also im sorry if this got long i swear it wasnt like this when i started. i be remembering and writing but the enchanted demo gives me the best shakes someone could get. but seriously, i can feel the love that went into this. my heart and soul are happy, and once again a massive congrats to this milestone and every bit of work done to reach it. the entire demo has so much love poured into it and every little piece of the game just makes me get those good shakes in my heart (if that makes sense). (I also did not mean for this to get a little bit long but, im just so proud and happy for you)

KARMA U R ONE OF THE OGS….. i literally remember u still from like the two years that have passed since the first demo. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW U LIKE THIS VERSION TOO!!!!

revamping everything has honestly been a crazy and Extremely Tiring experience. i never would’ve imagined two years ago i would’ve been able to replace everything i have. the different vfx (snowblossom my beloved), text effects, assets, and just everything took up so much time to replace. a lot of times i wondered if it was even worth it since the changes felt small. but i rly do feel like seeing the end product now, it feels so different from the og and in a way the demo is a reminder of how far i’ve come on my dev journey compared to the og release 😭

so thankful as always for the ppl (new and old) who have watched over alaris’s development. it means a lot to know the ppl who have played the new demo can see how much work has been put into it and like it 💖 i sometimes get self conscious comparing alaris to intertwine since a lot of new ppl came here bc of intertwine. but its def moments like this that remind me how special alaris is to me just by virtue of it being my OG project. like this is literally my child

SO GLAD U LIKE IT KARMA (and whoever else plays!!) IT FEELS SO CRAZY TO HAVE BEEN ON THIS JOURNEY W U FOR SO LONG!!!’

#alaris #asks #k4rma11 #also how did u already finish a playthrough????#U LITERALLY MUST NOT HAVE TAKEN ANY BREAKS….. LSOSOOA

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tiajk · 1 year

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Maze runner x reader

Thomas x fem! reader x newt x Minho

I will be making a male Version and gender neutral version of this I want people of other genders to enjoy this alswell

a/n: in this i made everyone bi sexual and your all in poly relationship they all don’t just love y/n and still consider each other as friends they all love each other in a intimate way

Our love has no bounds

Warnings: fluff, angst, crack, polyamorous, death, crack, jealousy, janson (ew)

so basically your all in the maze your the maze you don't remember anything it’s weird and you hate it (i mean who would like it)

Your one of the ones that come up in the beginning like for instance it’s only like 5 of you there that five being you newt Alby Winston and gally then the new greenie comes up it’s Minho since Alby was busy at the moment you gave him the tour the kid was barely taller than you (In this part your 5’2 but u can say you grow taller as the years because I’m making it 4 years instead of 3 that they were in the maze) and he was quiet , shy even but all that went away when you smiled at him and he smiled back “damn he has a cute eye smile” (EYE SMILES ARE MY WEAKNESSES ISTG)

You took him took kitchen at the moment you were all the cooks until someone came up and was the best cook

You ended the tour off by saying “all right greenie this is the last part of the tour if u need anything let me newt or Alby know okay?” “Mi…” you we’re confused he said something but u didn’t hear it “what” “my name it’s Minho” you smirked and out your hand out to him “well Minho nice to meet you”

So after that you and minho got closer along with newt tagging along and getting closer

As more and more greenies came up they realized one thing that they love you and they love each other

But you didn't want to admit it you just couldn’t having a crush on 2 boys was bad and you thought you were selfish because of it with you being a runner it was upsetting and you just wanted to focus on getting out of there

Okay i’m done building this character development

When thomas came you newt and minho were already in a relationship (like in my last maze runner idea thomas was there for 3 months instead of 3 days)

He was staring at newt hard asf like you all did to be honest look at him

Thomas had taken a liking to all of you when you ben and minho and run in the maze when he tried to go in he was staring at you and minho hardddd like when i say hard i mean hard and i'm not gonna lie you guys were too

Okay onto the relationship

cuddles IMMACULATE they’re all so warm

But everyone in the glade is accepting asf like were all family here

Sometimes yall be in the map room doing things…..

Chuck being your number #1 supporter

When thomas become a runner you and minho pranked him as a joke and he was mad but you guys made it up to him by cuddling him and giving him attention

There's a joke around the glade that newts the little housewife and it's funny as hell

Stargazing together like i could imagine one of you were having a bad day and they boys and you plans to go stargazing and its amazing

Newt kissing you minho and thomas goodbye as you go into the maze for the day

Winston being your best friend along with gally,ben,ably and chuck

You two gossiping him about your relationships (i lowkey cannon ben x winston dont judge me they deserve more love)

When chuck died you sobbed out loudly he was like a brother to you no one or anything could replace that from you that piece of your heart was gone and you could never forgot it

When you guys break out of the maze all of you being protective asf towards each other

While going into the wicked facility you guys holding each others hand and giving each other looks as a way of staying “be careful and stay safe”

So while they didn’t take you with teresa they didn’t really want to for some reason you were thankful and it made you happy you could be with your boys and your friends finally being safe or what you thought was safe

Even after you guys escaped you were all still holding on to each other scared you were going to lose each other and you couldn’t have that not when you lost so many already

#maze runner x reader #maze runner #thominewt #tiajk

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dtupdates-archive · 9 months

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

happy druppy!!💚✨

he offers a flower! 🌺

droodle 🥺

We live in the fluffiest home ever! 💫

dream ep !!! 💫💫

Gamer of the year 🏆🤎💚

be kind he's just a little guy

hair

getting out from my digital art comfort zone

fluffy^_^

he can't see anything

silly sketch i've made some days ago.

laying in the sun ⛅️

it's simple math ☝🐷 (fixed)

cat dad doodle 🤥

his hair is so hard to figure out so i gave up on rendering it

Running away from responsibilities 💘🌄

doodle 😇

dream study turned puppy ❤️

Cutie ♡

Isn't C!Dream a cutie?

DREAM!

pup dream?!

just won the match! he invites u to eat ice cubes to celebrate, do u accept?

Doodles :D🦋

silly

Confused giant bunny

superstar in my mind

💚Whatever pose he does, its always so puppy🥺💕

starboy ★

in another life you still would’ve turned my head

Bro could not see nothing 💀😭

"The snowman is melting…"

three days until the drEP 😋

hope george can fight🤭

streamys + puppy!!

What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine 💫

☀️- SURPRISE ARTIST SUPPORT!

🧡💚💙.

late night gaminggg

Selfie! 📸

good

valentines? I only know patches day !!!

grass nap

dream team slippers

DREAM DONT TURN THE DTEAM INTO MARKETABLE PLUSHIES!! DREAM!!!

can't I just have both?

I'm living like you said

beach day 🏖️

Happy birthday to dteamtwt's favourite kitten!!

60 seconds in an hour

welcome to their humble abode ☺️🌿

The Protector ⚡️✨

Joined Chantelle’s DTIYS!

just some silly guys on some mushrooms 🍄

Dnf 😍

Dream team forever -

🤍💚 Until I end up dead 💚🤍

Streamies now grammies next 🤭

This is what dreamnap probably looks like watching sports at home

if no one can see his droodle ears I will cry (and the heart in his hair too

2 days until To Whoever Wants To Hear!!

A literal LEGEND

the dream team heart emoji

i miss patches

>_<

introduce this fella to the hairpins please

some rivals scribbling ! might work this into a Proper Piece at some point soon!

he fell😔

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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she loves to say it’s me when it’s HER 💗 also that is such a twist!!! 😆😆😆

mommy issues!JK

should you quit your job? you’re unsure of what to do. you’ve been teaching for over a year now and honestly, you’ve grown quite attached to your job. putting smiles on your students’ faces, teaching them new things everyday, and being a shoulder for them to lean on is the reason why you teach. you took this career path because you wanted to give love to those who needed it or maybe to help heal your inner child.

if you lose that, what else will you do? what else can you do? there are a lot of thoughts running in your head but you decide not to confront jungkook about it. right now, you’re focused on putting some food on your stomach. all that energy you put into wrecking nara’s car has completely exhausted you.

“i’m gonna go pick up alina from the house. i’ll meet you guys in a bit, k? you two make reservations for a table of four. see ya in a bit” eunwoo says before getting in his car and driving off to go get his wife. meanwhile, both you and jungkook get in your cars and head back home so you can drop your car off and ride together.

seeing the two of you together, hand-in-hand, smiling lovingly at each other; nara is in disbelief. once again, you’re walking off with her knight in shining armor and it’s not fair. your destructive nature should have waved a lot of red flags yet jungkook stood there justifying your actions. even eunwoo was on your side and nara can’t understand why.

despite her car being totaled and her heart in pieces, she still thinks she has a chance. her last ditch effort to pull you away from jungkook is to tell you the truth about him. he killed her aunt irene and his family helped cover it up. would you love jungkook as the killer her is? she doubts it. you’ll hate him forever and she’ll make sure of it.

“table for four please”

“the next table will be available in 10 more minutes. is that okay with you?”

“that’s fine”

“okay. can i have a name?”

“kim y/n”

“okay. we’ll call your name in 10”

“thank you”

you go and take a seat in the lobby and right on time, alina and eunwoo show up. “hey guys! we have to wait 10 minutes for our seat—,” your statement is cut when your eyes land on alina’s full tummy.

“oh my god!!! alinaaaa!!! you’re pregnant?!! congratulations!!”

“yeppp” eunwoo smiles. “it’s official. baby #2 is in the oven”

~🫧

This is such a blissful time, despite being fired from his job, Jungkook is having a time of his life whenever you’re there his life just gets better and better.

Seol is doing good so there’s nothing to worry about he’s gone a lot better ever since your visit to their house yesterday just proves how perfect you are for his family.

Right now he’s having lunch with you and his best friends.

Jungkook smiles big when you point out her pregnancy, it’s so cute your love for children it’s… so attractive.

“What can I say yn- this guy is so fast.” Jungkook winks, pulling eunwoo’s leg, but you know that he’s never the one to sit back and not fire.

“Oh please- we all know how you are… I bet yn has an idea already.. yn I hope you don’t mind but this is your future too.” Eunwoo points to his wife.

Jungkook feels so embarrassed and the heat goes straight to his pants. He avoids your eyes immediately, choking on the water he was chugging down.

“*coughing, violently coughing* u-uh shut up! you need to keep your mouth shut!” Jungkook points at eunwoo… completely not looking in your direction.

But he’s not wrong because now, jungkook cannot help, but think about how amazing you would look pregnant with his child…

Oh… yes.

Eunwoo laughs so hard- almost the whole restaurant can hear him. Alina is also feeling a little embarrassed by her husbands remark.

“Oh yn don’t mind him he hasn’t been all right since days.” Alina rolls her eyes, smacking eunwoo on his chest.

“tell me about you two how’s it going for you guys? Also yn… eunwoo told me about the little stunt you pulled at the office today and I must say that I’ve never felt more proud to be your friend. And you know I’ve always wanted to do that to her precious little Rosy.” She winks.

And Jungkook feels a wave of pride wash over his chest, he slowly grabs your hand on the table, finally starting to feel like you’re completing his puzzle.

“Yn is so awesome.” Jungkook exclaims. And then he’s looking at you like a hawk.

#ask: mi!jk #what can I say? I cannot stay away from him. 😏#JAJAJAJJDJSJSHSH

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ao3 wrapped !!

I've seen a few people doing this and thought I'd jump on the train lmao

1: how many words have you written this year?

uh. um. 319,614 lmfaooo

2: how many works did you publish this year?

just 5!! it's been a slow posting year but I have a LOT of WIPs I was working on in the meantime lmao

3: what work are you most proud of, regardless of kudos/hits?

bound like quintenary stars, without a doubt. it's the largest scale project I've ever done, and it's really forced me to grow as a writer

4: what work of yours has the most hits?

hold onto me has over 15k hits which is still WILD to me lmfao. if only i could write an update to that thang. and if we're talking just this year, then it's buckley siblings and their terrible, awful, no good very bad first dates at almost 3k

5: favorite title you used?

DEFINITELY buckley siblings and their terrible, awful, no good very bad first dates. i read that book as a kid and i think i'm hilarious

6: what artist have you pulled lyrics from the most:

probably bastille. tbh

7: pairing that you wrote the most for this year:

buddie LMAO. of the 5 fics i posted this year, 3 of them are buddie. I'm not counting quintenary stars in this because as of right now it's still mostly genfic and the romance won't come in until much further down the line

8: favorite pairing you wrote for this year:

only a few people know this but I wrote a LOT of adashi. I'm working on a side piece for quintenary stars that focuses on them pre-kerberos, and there are also a handful of adashi-adjacent aus i've been working on including leverage, agents of shield, and rwby. i'm obsessed with them lowkey

9: what work was the quickest to write?

walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path, led by a beating heart was uh. well. i wrote it in a matter of hours in a haze of mental illness in between the promo for 911 s6e11 and the actual episode dropping later that night. for those of you who don't have the context, a character got struck by lightning and subsequently was lingering on the threshold of death in episode 10, and when the promo for 11 dropped we realized there was going to be a coma dream episode in which the character would experience what should have been his Perfect Life but without all the things that led him to where he was, he never would have had an impact on his friends and family, and there would have been disastrous consequences. I distinctly remember skipping out on an entire day of classes because I was writing this fic LMFAO. and to this day I'm still very proud of it. incredible things come from sheer insanity it seems

10: what work took you longest to write?

seeing as quintenary stars is still ongoing, I'll say you're such a heavenly view. i had just watched prince caspian (again) and was feeling insane (as per usual) but it still took FOREVER to get this thang finished </3

11: what's your longest fic of the year?

quintenary stars is currently sitting pretty on 221,491, making it my longest piece of writing ever. which is pretty cool and also kinda scary because bro. bro i have no idea where these words are coming from

12: what's your shortest fic of the year?

buckley siblings !! it was short and sweet. angst and whump. u guys know what i like

13: favorite character you wrote this year?

oogh...i LOVED writing peter's pov in you're such a heavenly view. i actually would love to write more narnia fic someday. and i also love writing in pidge's pov in quintenary stars she is LITERALLY just like me fr

14: what's one pairing you want to explore more next year?

HEITH. i'm not putting them in quintenary stars but BOY do i want to explore their dynamic. and i am also always down for more caspeter

15: how many kudos in total did you get this year?

579!!

16: which work has the most comments?

quintenary stars! which statistically makes sense to me because it's a multichapter and the others this year are oneshots. but the fic that has the most comments overall is hold onto me

17: did you do any collaborative works this year?

nothing posted on ao3, but there was a lot of collaboration going on behind the scenes! the voltron leverage au in particular is a pretty elaborate project @frigidboy and i are working on together, and he's also been my soundboard for a lot of quintenary stars stuff. I've also been collaborating with various members of The Groupchat (@dauntingday, @soleadita, @xandromedan, @moonlightperseus) on various ongoing projects and aus including but not limited to some rwby aus with day, red and 13 stuff with leo, COUNTLESS aus, ocs, and wips with mads, and some leverage stuff with abby. I've also made some zombie apocalypse ocs with @0xy--m0r0n. and there are probably more things I've collabed with people on but I FORGOR </3

18: what's your most common category?

gen and m/m !! I tend to lean more gen with just a touch of romance most of the time, but more often than not my oneshots will be more explicitly romance

19: what do you listen to while writing?

it varies, but most of the time it will be some kind of orchestral/instrumental music. I have a list of favorite compilations on youtube from hans zimmer and some other favorites that I rotate through, and I also have some playlists on spotify for when I'm not as picky. it also depends on what I'm writing at the time: if I'm writing quintenary stars, I will usually go straight to the voltron soundtrack (or other space sci fi like interstellar or gravity) just because I need a specific vibe. and if I'm writing a battle scene, sometimes I'll pull up another tab and put some space battle ambience over the music, too

20: favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oh god there are SO many favorites. but probably in the coma dream buck fic (walking out into the dark) when I used imagery to draw a connection to the Shooting Scene. like of all the literary things I've pulled over the years I think that one is hands down my favorite

"Shit's crazy here, man," Danny said as he stepped up to the sink beside Evan. "Did you know there was a sniper a few months ago? Some crazy cop was shooting firefighters out in the streets." A chill ran down Evan's spine, coldness settling in the bottom of his gut. Danny turned on the faucet. Water splashed in the bottom of the sink, flung up and out. Droplets splattered across Evan's face. "Damn," Evan murmured, raising a shaking hand to wipe it away. "Was anyone killed?" "One was," Danny said offhandedly. "He got shot right after a call, middle of the street. Nobody even saw it coming.” Evan was shaking, all over his body. Danny just kept going, like he didn’t even notice. “His team was trapped by the sniper and by the time they got him pulled out, it was too late.” Stay there! I’m coming to you! “The news said his name was Diaz. Eddie Diaz." Evan dropped the plate he was holding. Shards of ceramic flew in every direction, pinpricks of pain prickling at his legs and bare feet. Gunshot in the street. Blood splattered on his face. Asphalt against his cheek. Are you hurt? "Evan?" Danny was looking at him, brows furrowed together. "Are you okay?" Evan swallowed, took in a shaky breath, nodded. He bent and began to gently gather the broken shards in his palm, but something made him pause. "Huh." "What?" Danny was looking at him like he was crazy. "I'm not bleeding." And he wasn't. His legs and feet were untouched; smooth, unmarred skin where only seconds before, he'd been so certain he'd felt cuts. "That's weird," Danny said, before shoving a broom in Evan's hands. "Your mess, your job. You get to finish the dishes."

overall that whole fic was just. probably some of my best work I think. I'm so proud of it fr

21: biggest surprise while writing this year?

i was NOT expecting quintenary stars to get as much engagement as it's been getting!! i feel like everyone's kinda trying to forget voltron ever existed (understandable) so i didn't think there would be much of an audience for it. but there is!!! and i love you guys!!!!!

TAGGING IF U WANNA DO THIS TOO: ppl i've already tagged above, plus @scorchedhearth, @ anyone else who wants to do it !! I'm so sorry I am totally blanking on mutuals/followers/friends who are also writers so if u see this and want to, consider urself tagged !!

#i didnt realize how much i'd written this year until i went through my docs lmao #i was just thinking of the 5 fics ive posted and was feeling kinda bad because i didnt post a lot but damn. i have written a LOT.#anyway this was fun <33 #winter speaks #ao3 wrapped #tag games

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