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evie-sturns · 2 months

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𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!

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imaginesandbandfiction · 4 months

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Triad Part 2 — Aftermath of the Mating Bond

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

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A/N: Here’s another part of my Cazriel x Reader headcanon universe that probably needs a better name if I’m gonna keep up with it. Validation works everyone!!! Also you’re def in Mor’s room because they couldn’t agree on whose room to go to and had to take you to neutral territory bc they are big dumb idiots.

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You wake up at the Townhouse, in Mor’s room, completely alone. It feels like you’re being torn in two from the inside out.

In the hallway, Cas and Az sit with their backs against the wall on either side of the door, arguing in barely-audible whispers.

“We can’t go in there,” Az hisses.

“It’s been fourteen hours! We should at least try to use the bond to help,” Cassian grumbles back.

Yet somehow you can hear them through the wall; a ghost of their words kisses your ears.

“It’s Y/N’s choice whether to accept or not. We cannot take that choice away from her.”

“How long are we going to wait out here? Until she dies?”

You curl up on your side and press your hands against your ears. Your body shakes with the conflicting magics rumbling through you.

“Amren and Mor are digging up everything they can find about Triad Bonds. If there’s anyone I trust to track something down, it’s those two.”

“How long will that take? A week? A month? A year? I can’t sit back for much longer. Not all of us have mountains of patience like you.”

“No, some have thimbles.”

Fighting. They’re fighting and, somehow, your magic is fighting alongside with them, split from a deep violet into strings of blue and red that battle for dominance. Surrounded by golden flames that burn through your veins, filling them with the sharp sting of lightning.

“Clear your mind, like I told you. Conjure up your shields.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, like it’s that easy.”

“STOP!” You scream. When the boys burst in, your back is arched so far that only your fingertips and your toes are touching the bed.

“Y/N,” Cassian shouts, diving for you. Azriel’s shadows reach you first, swirling up your legs and arms. Cold snakes its way towards your heart, soothing your burning magic like putting a hot bath on an aching muscle. It can only dull what’s already there.

Cassian pulls you to his chest and falls back onto the bed.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispers, shoving the sweaty hairs off your forehead. “We’re here, Angel.”

The red magic is swallowed back into purple and the pain eases up a little bit, freeing your mind from the hazy fog covering it.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” You ask, words wobbly as they escape your trembling lips. “It’s like my magic is… tearing me apart.”

Cas’s head whips around and in an instant, Azriel is behind him. It hits them both at the same time, that your pain is their fault. That if they were feeling such strong emotions it must be doubled for you.

Your body is flooded with guilt and shame for a second, and then the golden flames die down as the blue magic is folded into the violet. Collapsing against Cassian’s chest, the golden magic reaches out for Azriel, mirrored by your hands. It takes a second for you to realize that they’re clutching the front of his jacket, pulling him flush against Cassian’s back.

Realization hits you like a blow to the chest, rattling your heart.

“Is this the mating bond?” You ask, pulling back just enough to see two pairs of eyes full of conflicting emotions.

“Yeah, baby, it is,” Az says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. He wraps his arms around you and Cassian and the golden magic settles over you like a thick wool blanket. You open your mouth to speak but Az shushes you. “It’s okay, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. For now, you need to rest.”

Despite the part of you that aches for answers, you can’t help but drift off to sleep to the steady rhythm of their hands on your body, soothing you to sleep with gentle touches.

Answers will come eventually; for now, you’re completely content.

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lewkwoodnco · 3 months

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I got options, babe - Lockwood x Reader

“It’s a snow globe.”

In a miraculous moment of clarity, she realised what George was violently trying to communicate to her from behind Lockwood: play dumb.

”What’s a snow globe?”

George was positively beside himself.

a/n: the people have spoken so here is part 2 to buy me presents! am so sad i fell a little sick during the hols, threw a terrible wrench in my 12 days of fics plans for last year but i'm alr planning ahead for this year :))) yes its xmas themed but the vibes are close enough to valentines so shush. if i was in the l&co universe i would pay good money to see someone tell george to live laugh love, and i would tip extra if it was lockwood hehe. also I tagged a few extra ppl who seemed interested in a sequel!

warnings/tropes: lockwood x glassmith!reader, mostly fluffy, only a smidge of angst towards the end, clueless lockwood my beloved <3

word count: 2.6k!

buy me presents (pt 1)

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When Lockwood had shaken George awake plenty of hours before, it had taken a while for George's brain to catch up to what was happening. By the time it did, he was worriedly watching Lockwood animatedly talking to one of the shop assistants from a nearby telephone booth.

"No idea what it is, or why..." he was telling Lucy. Lockwood was looking around for him. George nervously shifted behind one of the bars of the booth.

"Maybe he's just blowing off some steam?"

Lockwood was now wearing an aggressively tinseled Santa hat while wielding an identical one. George had a pretty good idea who that was for.

"Er, maybe. But perhaps you should come home too. Just in case."

Lockwood had finally spotted George and was frantically waving him over. George did not like the way the Christmas lights were reflecting in Lockwood's eyes.

"For the love of God, Luce, please come home. You can't leave with me...this."

With a bone-deep sigh, George regretfully hung up and emerged from the telephone booth, smiling weakly at Lockwood.

He was more than grateful for his presence of mind earlier, once they had reached Portland Row. Lucy walked in just minutes after Lockwood's unpleasant realisation about Nicholas and guffawed at the sight of the tiny tsunami of gifts.

"Brilliant," George said. "Your turn." He handed Lucy one of the last presents he had been holding and disappeared into the kitchen. She turned towards Lockwood incredulously, who was indignantly standing in front of the sea of presents with his hands on his hips. She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, okay, I see how it is. I buy a few gi-"

"In what WORLD is this few-"

"- few gifts, and suddenly I'm the bad guy. It's Christmas, but I'm feeling a lot of negativity pent up here."

"Now you're just deflecting." Lucy rolled her eyes as Lockwood started fishing out some receipts from his pockets.

"Can't a guy spend...uh...three-oh. Oh. That's a lot of zeroes."

"Lockwood. How much did you spend?"

"...suddenly, I don't think I know any numbers past ten."

"Lockwood!"

"I couldn't figure out the installment plans! That's Y/N's job!"

George returned to the front door corridor and started picking up some boxes at random and shaking them experimentally.

"Yeah, a fine job you've left her to sort out your debts! No more shopping till Easter. And George, if you don't steal his wallet, I will."

He held up the present he was holding to Lockwood. "Listen, I don't think Y/N's going to want all of these, so how about I -"

"Absolutely not."

George made a rather rude gesture and disappeared back into the kitchen. Lockwood bent over to start clearing a path through the presents to the stairs.

"How was I supposed to know she was only kidding?"

"You know what her sense of humour's like. George and I would have picked up on it in a second."

A very unhappy Lockwood straightened out from under the avalanche of presents.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

A little before lunch, Lockwood knocked on the attic door. It was ajar, and she was reading in a contorted position, all twisted up with a blanket on her rug in the one patch of sunlight in the room, leaning against her bed. She nearly tipped over when Lockwood poked his head in, but caught herself in time.

"Hey."

They stared at each other for a moment. It was the first time they had been alone since the morning's happenings, and it didn't feel as easy to laugh about it all when it was just them. Because the truth was, she didn't find it all that funny. Confusing, yes. Stressful, perhaps. But it wasn't that funny when all the emotions felt excruciatingly true. She closed her book, and Lockwood took another step in, leaning against the bannister.

"I'm sorry about the whole Nicholas thing. I was having a laugh, that's all. I never wanted to make you seem...foolish."

"I don't even remember Nicholas. I mean, that guy."

"Lockwood."

"Who's Loc- I mean, Nicholas? I'm Lockwood."

"Yes, I know."

"And I don't feel foolish. Do you think I'm foolish?"

She smiled at him with rheumy eyes, and his face twisted strangely like he was suppressing his own smile. His eyes drifted to the book in her lap, and the blanket swaddling her face.

"Er, reading?"

"Trying to. The sun's making me feel so sleepy."

"Then move out of the sun. Or take a nap."

She glared at him, scoffing incomprehensibly. "T-take a nap? What am I, 5? And we barely get any sun as it is, I'm trying to thaw my insides."

"Can you even breathe in that?"

She took a wheezing breath. "...yes."

Still, Lockwood sat down next to her, and after a bit of scuffling, she was tipped slightly to her side, leaning against him slightly. She was starting to regret using such a thick blanket through which she barely felt his shoulder. He picked up the book and opened it to the pages her finger was stuck between, and started reading. She closed her eyes and listened. It was some dream to be sitting next to him, without the usual inches between, to hear his honeyed voice ebb and flow, to watch his fingers smooth the pages and fiddle with the edges.

It was mildly disconcerting to hear the shape of his voice take on such a poetic form as if they were in some parallel universe. As if they were in some parallel universe where falling in love was easier than falling asleep.

A few hours later, she woke up on her bed with a jolt, writhing uncomfortably in her blanket. Once she had managed to peel herself out of it, the embarrassment of having fallen asleep on him sunk in. She needed something to take her mind off it and eventually decided to tinker in her workshop. Down in the basement, she had a small makeshift workshop set up for the occasional tinkering or fiddling with some spare parts. It helped her mind relax when her hands had something to do.

She spent a very peaceful hour regluing some tiny diamonds that had fallen off an old watch. That was, until a door banged open from somewhere else in the house, followed by frantic voices. She looked up in alarm as the footsteps drew closer, blinking owlishly behind her magnifying eyeglasses. Her door swung open and Lockwood walked in, closely followed by a barely suppressed silent, but very agitated, George.

“Y/N, look what I found in George’s suitcase.”

Between the panicked sirens blaring in her head and George’s epileptic hand gestures, it was a miracle she was able to process all those words in the right order.

“…oh?”

A frozen smile sat on her face as her eyes nervously darted between the boys’ faces.

“It’s a snow globe.”

In a miraculous moment of clarity, she realised what George was violently trying to communicate to her: play dumb.

”What’s a snow globe?”

George was positively beside himself.

Lockwood, on the other hand, looked alarmed and touchingly concerned.

“You...you don’t know what a snow globe is? Do they not have snow globes where you’re from?”

“Did you just ask me if they have snow globes…in Hackney?”

He looked slightly miffed, but she couldn’t stay annoyed for long with his foolishly good-natured intentions.

“Look, Lockwood, I’m a little busy here. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just…wanted to see if you knew anything about this.” He turns it over in his hand, and even with the shelter of anonymity, she finds herself desperately seeking the approval in his eyes that she had been hoping for. “It’s...it's beautiful. When I first saw it, I thought…” He looks up from the snow globe at her, where she’s holding her breath, and she’s distantly aware of how suspiciously invested she must seem in his answer.

“I thought it had to be you.”

She has his answer, but she still hasn’t let go of that breath, as if keeping at bay all the emotions and hope that will come rushing in with her exhale. He watches her face, and she’s too scared to even twitch. Too scared to come right out and say everything the snow globe meant.

“You thought wrong."

George’s seizure-like convulsions returned with a new vigour. Lockwood continues standing there for another minute, and it makes her think he hasn’t heard her until he regretfully bows his head.

“I suppose. Well, I hope your work won’t keep you long. We'll be having tea soon. Let’s- good God, George, are you having a fit?!”

After their Christmas Eve tea, they exchanged presents, and to call it an awkward affair would have been an understatement. She passed Lockwood the pair of snowman socks. George grudgingly passed him the snow globe. The absurdity of the gifts and their donors made the four of them pause for a moment.

Finally, Lucy broke the quiet by handing out her gifts: mugs with pictures of Inspector Barnes accompanied with cheesy quotes. George's was 'live, laugh, love.' Lockwood's was 'keep calm and carry on.' But everyone was still looking far too solemn, so she nearly had an aneurysm holding back her laughter.

After they all retired to their rooms, she retreated into her chilly workshop. But instead of continuing with her work, she just sat at her desk, brooding a little. A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door as a rather breathless and pink-faced Lockwood poked his head in.

"Still working?"

She shook her head. "What are you doing?"

"Returning the presents." He turned to step out but hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want to keep any?"

"I'm sure that I would hate it if we went bankrupt. Do you need any help?"

"Oh, no, I'll be - yes. Yes, actually. These are a lot of presents. If you could spare the time...I'd really appreciate it."

So after she bundled up in her woollens and wrestled a scarf onto Lockwood, they somehow hurriedly carted the many slightly scuffed shopping bags into the cab, where they only had a brief break to catch their breath, given how close they lived to the shops.

After that, it was a race to hit all the stores before they closed for Christmas Eve. After a couple of rounds, they had developed the fairly efficient system of Lockwood lugging the gifts around while she spoke with the shop assistants. The one drawback to their fine plan, at least for him, was her glancing at the receipts and the too-long numbers at the bottom of them ("Jesus Christ, Lockwood, how did you not have to take out a loan for these? Honestly! Do you think we're made of money?").

Finally, their luck ran out at their very last store, which looked as though it had been closed for hours. She knocked and peered inside feverishly, clutching the very last gift stubbornly.

"No, no, we were so close! Now what do we do?"

"We can come back after the holidays. Or," he gently pried the box out of her fingers, smoothly lifting the top, "you could keep it."

It was a silver charm bracelet, with rapier and lavender charms dangling from the central chain, much like the ones they laid out on jobs. It was beautiful. But she couldn't take it.

"You already gave me a present."

"Have another. A little special something for a special someone."

His cavalier attitude, his foolish smile - in that moment, it was all too much. Her terrible temper flared and she shoved the present into him, forcefully enough to make him stumble a little. She turned and started walking home briskly, fuming silently until he and his long legs finally caught up to her.

"Wha - was it something I said? Y/N? Y/N."

"I don't know, Lockwood." She was sick of his carelessness, sick enough to be a little careless herself, let her tongue run loose. "What have you said? Or haven't said?"

"Y/N, you know I'm terrible at riddles."

"Well, maybe Belinda can help you."

That stuns him enough to make him stop in his tracks. She slows down and, after steeling her fraught nerves, turns around.

"...what does Belinda have to do with anything?"

His hopelessly clueless expression, which typically soothed her anger in their worst fights, only served to infuriate her further here. She walked towards him angrily.

“I didn't want to give you the goddamn snow globe because Belinda exists. All right? Because there are a thousand different girls out there who you’ll like better than me.” There’s a sudden tightness in her chest. With some difficulty, she turns away from him, lightly pressing her sternum. “I can’t compete with them, Lockwood. I won’t let you make me.”

She hears the crunch of the snow under his shoe as he takes a step towards her.

"Belinda is...amazing. She might even be perfect. But even she's just a friend, because...because you exist. And-and I could find...the most perfect girls out there, but the image of you would still be breathing in some corner of my mind. It wouldn't be the same with anyone else. It never is."

She sniffed gently. "This might be the right time to tell you that the snow globe...was from me."

She can't decide if she hates or loves how she can hear the smile in his voice. "No. Really?"

She turns back around, smiling sarcastically at him. "Ha-ha. But don't get too excited about it. I made little figurines to represent the four of us at Portland Row, but you can't even see them from the outside. It's ridiculous."

"It's okay. I'll know they're there."

At that moment, she felt a rush of gratitude towards Lockwood. He made everything a little easier, a little sweeter. They were standing so close that she could see a tiny snowflake on one of his eyelashes. She didn't dare breathe.

"There really never was any competition."

"I know."

"Then why does it sound like you don't believe me?"

She frowned. "I do believe you."

"I don't think you do."

"...do you want me to not believe you?"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"There's something you should know."

"Lockwood, I am going to throttle you."

"You're standing under mistletoe."

She glanced upwards, and it was as though all the air had been stolen from her lungs. Against the pitch-black sky and the gentle dusting of snow, a soft white sprig of mistletoe was curling out of the edge of a branch. She lowered her eyes back to Lockwood's, and her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned over.

As impossibly close as they were before, they were even closer now, and it still felt like they would spend their whole lives trying to get close enough to each other. She kissed him the way she loved him - desperately, with her whole being. When they broke apart, the tip of his nose and cheeks were tinged pink, and there was a light dusting of snow on his hair. In that moment, all she remembered thinking was that none of his presents made a better gift than he did.

As they walked home with fingers tangled together, she realised that they didn't need some parallel universe. In every universe, they would somehow, somewhere, find each other, and dare to love.

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targaryenluvs · 2 years

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Congrats on 200 followers. Can you write something about the celebratory dinner with Charles and his family after Charles won the world title?

Of course!

and completely missed the mark 😭

contains bad french translations ❤🤩

Stand By Me

"And Charles Leclerc is the winner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and subsequently the 2023 Champion of the World!"

Cheers rung through out the Ferrari Garage, more so all around you. As you gripped your headphones tighter than before as you watched your boyfriend cross the line, swerving left and right.

Following in his lead, fellow team-mate Carlos and Max. The first Ferrari 1-2 since 22' Bahrain.

In that moment it was all worth it.

The frustrations, struggles and pain of the last few years, the DNFs, the engine problems, miscommunication, everything.

It didn't matter.

You, nor any Ferrari employee had managed to wipe the ginormous grin on all of your faces, these smiles would've, (according to Lando) put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

Charles stood proudly on top of his championship winning vehicle as he celebrated by drawing a bow and arrow and shooting off into the distance before covering his eyes as if looking into the sun to see it off.

He jumped down and rushed to the rowdy red team as shouts and compliments surrounded him.

Now don't get him wrong.

He loved the support and congratulations he was receiving but they weren't exactly coming from the person he wanted to hear it from.

The second you came into his field of vision, Charles swallowed you entirely with his bear hug. "For you. Mi amor for us!"

"I know Charles, I'm so proud, you have no idea. I love you so much mon chou." You rambled as you pressed your lips to his.

You and Charles were driving to Pascales home.

It had been three days since your very own boyfriend, Charles Leclerc himself, stood proudly on the top of the podium. Clutching his trophe so tightly as if he feared it would run away.

That night was not something any Ferarri member would have remembered in the slightest inkling.

That night was a blur of love, cheers, champagne, skinny dipping off a boat and fireworks as well as noise complaints.

Right afterwards you organized the dinner with Charles and his family knowing they wanted to see him even though Charles had already told you, that the pair off you guys would go together to visit anyway.

You were zoned out as you felt Charles's hand resting comfortably on the inside of your thigh as it drew you back in.

"Tu vas bien?" - Are you okay?

"Yeah, just thinking about this week."

"Oh yeah? Any specific parts? Perhaps our bedroom last sunday?" Charles joked as your smacked his arm.

"No you idiot, I'm just proud of you."

"Merci chérie, je n'aurais pas pu le faire sans toi."

Thank you honey, I couldn't have done it without you.

The door opened and revealed a beaming Prema Driver in an ugly christmas sweater.

"Maman me l'a fait porter. Don't even."

Mom made me wear it.

Speaking of the woman, "Charles!" she squealed as she hugged her son before turning her attention to you. "Y/n, it's been too long mon amour."

"Hi Mrs Leclerc! How are you?"

"Good, I'm having fun, watching my boys, being healthy and doing my job. Its a peaceful life and I love it."

"That sounds amazing, I know who I'm going to for my next haircut then huh?" You joked.

"Yes you do. I'm happy and eating well."

"I told you not to lie with family Maman. I saw you eating the oreos!" Enzo joked as he also welcomed you and Charles "Oh shush Lorenzo, come this way dinner's outside, but close your eyes Y/n."

You were promptly blindfolded and lead outside where you suddenly stopped, all you could hear was bickering in a language incomprehensible to you. Italian maybe? Definitely not French was all you could tell.

"Y/n."

Was all you heard before the blindfold was taken off and you swore then and there you fell in love, forever, permanently.

Charles was standing in front of you, on one knee, with a ring box in hand.

"Cha-"

"Ma fille, je ne te remercierais jamais assez de m'avoir aidé à traverser ces années difficiles. Tu es restée à mes côtés pendant toutes ces années. Tu m'as toléré, aidé, nourri, soigné quand j'étais trop brisé pour le faire moi-même. L'année dernière a été ma pire, et tu m'as aidé à traverser ça avec facilité. Tu m'as soutenu quand j'avais l'impression de n'avoir personne. Quand c'était le monde contre moi, tu me rappelais toujours que je n'étais jamais seul. Alors s'il te plaît bébé, épouse-moi.

Tiens toi a mes côtès pour toujours."

TRANSLATION:

My girl, I could never thank you enough for helping me through these tough years. You've stuck by my side for all these years. You tolerated me, helped me, fed me, cared for me when I was to broken to do so myself. Last year was my worst, and you helped me through it with ease. You stood by me when I felt like I had no one. When it was the world against me you always reminded me I was never alone. So please baby, marry me.

Stand by me, forever.

"You have no clue how long I've been waiting for this Charles. I've known you since we were kids and I've loved you longer than I've known.

Yes! A million times, Yes!"

He promptly slipped the gorgeous and obviously expensive ring on your finger before scooping you up in his arms and spinning the two of you around. As his brothers and mother shouted in excitement and happiness.

As it all settled down you looked up at your boyfriend of 5 years and bestfriend of 19.

"Je t'aime tellement mon ange." Charles whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

"Je t'aime Charlie."

#formula one x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula one #charles leclerc #f1 #cl16 #f1 drama #carlos sainz x reader #allisonxf1s 200 celebration!!

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You’re not funny…

Part 1, Part 2

Can be read as a oneshot

A/N: ok so I’m keeping it nice and sweet rn lol ive been taking forever to write but I finally managed to push myself into doing it. Right, lets do the song roulette and see what we get… I got an ad 😭 ok wait, we got… TMT 🥳👯‍♀️🥳

Minho came over in the morning and he sighed when you opened the door.

‘If I could freeze time and spend 50 years worth of time with you, I would.’

You laughed, ‘life got you down, huh?’

‘Understatement of the entire century,’ he said while walking in.

When he put his stuff down, he yawned dramatically then walked over and gave you a hug.

‘Damn, someone needs to sleep,’ you tried to mask your worry with humour. It really was worrying how it became a normal thing for him to come over and go straight to sleep. ‘In need of a nap?’

He nodded into your shoulder, ‘I sleep best when I’m here… I don’t get why I can’t sleep as restfully at home. I’m also sorry I spend whatever time we have sleeping so much.’

‘Min, I’m here to care for you. If you need to sleep and this is where you sleep best, I’m nothing but happy to see you rest.’

He groaned, ‘don’t sayyy thattt!!! I’ll never want to leave. I’ll retire and hide here for the rest of my life like a hobo.’

You laughed, ‘I mean, atleast then no one cuts your hair. I would have to agree with stay, it looks too good long. Oh, stay would kill me too for harbouring you.’

‘I’ll protect you. So will my stans,’ he pulled away and winked.

‘Ok, now you need to stop because I might actually end up keeping you here,’ you gave him a kiss then lead him to your room. ‘Nap time!’

He laughed as he followed behind you. You guys got into comfortable clothes and bundled up in blankets. He was laying with his face in your neck and you had one of your hands in his hair, massaging his scalp. It was the epitome of comfort.

‘Min, you feeling any better?’

He sleepily replied, ‘shh, I’ll kill you if you wake me’

You gasped dramatically as you pulled your hand away from his hair, ‘you said you loved me!’

‘I can love you and want to kill you,’ he pulled your arm back to his hair.

‘Ever the romantic, aren’t you?’

He shushed you even louder and covered your mouth. You laughed but the quietened down to let him sleep. You kept running your fingers through his hair soothingly and slowly, you drifted off to sleep too.

You laughed half asleep when you heard him snore. You really wished you could be here with him forever, it would be so nice never having to worry about him leaving.

When you woke up, it was dark now, he was still asleep so you carefully got up. You left to go get some food from a shop a few minutes from your house. While you were waiting for the food, you got some texts.

‘My crazy cat lady ♥️,’ the name made you laugh everytime you saw it.

My crazy cat lady: why have you abandoned me? I feel so cold…so alone…so isolated…and you have no chocolate anywhere…

Y/N: I’m getting food, you drama queen. I already binged all the chocolate two days ago so its on you for thinking I’d have any 😘

My crazy cat lady: I feel less abandoned now, but bring it faster. You’ve been gone for like a million years.

Y/N: how long have you been awake?

My crazy cat lady: 5 minutes.

Y/N: 💀 you get on my nerves more then anyone else

My crazy cat lady: Crying. Thank you so much.

Y/N: I’m gonna take longer on purpose now.

My crazy cat lady: why must you play with my heart?!

Y/N: because I love you so much :)

My crazy cat lady: you’re lucky I love you too.

Y/N: <33 I’m still gonna take extra time

My crazy cat lady: the question is, why do I love you?

Y/N: my irresistible charm?

My crazy cat lady: no… thats me…

Y/N: I’ll eat the food myself here… don’t test me…

My crazy cat lady: oh yeah, you’re like the most beautiful, irresistible person I’ve ever met!

Y/N: ikr ;)

My crazy cat lady: my food :’) please

Y/N: yeah yeah, I’m on my way.

You got home and you guys spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating. You were very conscious of the fact you had 24 hours till he would be leaving. It was always in the back of your mind.

A/N: it feels rn like the universe hates me but here we are lmao. I hope this was nice, I needed the jokey fluffy moment. I’ll try to upload sooner this time. Hope you like this, remember to like, repost and leave feedback. If you have any requests, lemme know. I’m listening to chill rn so if you hate me… chill :)

DISCLAIMER: Pictures don’t belong to me, credit to the respective owners.

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 1 year

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A Birthday Date With Mikey

SUMMARY: How Mikey spent his birthday with you ♡ WORD COUNT: 1.4k (phew)

WARNINGS: Toman Mikey (lil 15 year old guy lol), semi-suggestive at times, lots of domestic fluff and kisses, mild angst/panicking near the end because apparently I need my angst in every single thing I write for myself.

A/N: Since it is our favorite Mikey’s birthday today (the wording in that I’m-), I thought I’d write a little something (instead of doing my summer homework lol- school starts in a little over a week, I should be doing it-). But anyways! Hope you enjoy! (Can’t believe the guy is turning 32... Lol.) A/N PART 2: This is probably chaotic and OOC but! I wanted to write a fic for Mikey. So yes <3 Also the ending is a mess but I don’t want to change it soooo- yeah. A/N PART 3: Originally posted here

Mikey let out a soft yawn, rubbing at his eyes a bit as he answered the door. “[Y/N]...?” He mumbled before he wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you happily.

“Hey, Mikey.” You smiled softly as you wrapped a gentle arm around him, rubbing his back. “Sleepy?” You laughed a little as you pulled away slightly to look at his face. “You really need to get more sleep... Maybe you should have the meetings end earlier.”

“No- A gang needs its meetings to be at night.” He huffed softly at you, dark eyes almost begging for you to understand.

You rolled your eyes a little. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mikey. Now, c’mon, let’s go to your room.” You were probably the one to have remembered his birthday, Mikey himself didn’t think too much of it.

You hummed softly as you held Mikey’s hand, walking to his room. Well, it was mostly full of Shinichiro’s stuff, but... It was nice. You had been friends with Mikey and knew Shinichiro that way... It was comforting to see that his memory still lived on. You then shook your head slightly to clear those thoughts. Today was for Mikey. Though, the birthday boy seemed more asleep than anything.

“Mikey, love...” You gently poked his cheek. “You need to wake up. I have some stuff planned for today; c’mon.” You sat down on the bed, dragging him down beside you. “Would a kiss wake you up?”

That got his attention. He leaned in to you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Mhm... Lots of kisses.”

You laughed softly before leaning in, peppering gentle kisses over his face before kissing his lips. “Good enough?”

“One more.” You smiled softly before indulging him.

“Now wake up, c’mon.” You ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it slightly. “I’ll do your hair for you, too, while you try to wake up more.”

He nodded sleepily before just letting you, which you soon finished (it wasn’t the first time you fixed his hair up for him—and probably wouldn’t be the last).

“There. All done. You can change out of your clothes, can’t you?” You raised a brow as you watched him. “‘Cause we’re going somewhere today.”

“Really?” He blinked up at you, almost like a small child before he grinned playfully. “You sure you don’t wanna see me changing?”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “I would, but I know that if I do that, we’ll never be able to go out. So shush and go change. I’ll wait outside.” And with that, you walked out.

Mikey quickly got himself dressed, wondering what was going on. Now that he thought about it, you had dressed yourself up a bit differently than usual... More pretty. He shrugged to himself before walking out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eyes. “[Y/N]-channnn- where are we going?”

You gave him a smile as you grabbed his hand, almost skipping as you walked out. “You don’t remember what today is?”

That made him pause. What was today...? But before he could think of it any more, you started running, forcing him to run after you.

He quickly caught up to you, but you just continued to sprint, soon reaching a cafe—one that you knew he liked. “Here we are,” you panted a bit, but soon caught your breath. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was just as normal; a little run didn’t tire him out.

“Why are we here, though?” He blinked slightly at you.

“Well, if I told you everything, that would ruin the fun.” You blinked back at him before a teasing look flashed in your eyes. “And that would make things boring.” You shrugged slightly before walking inside, grabbing his hand as you did so.

You hummed softly as you ordered two parfaits, a happy smile on your face. Your boyfriend was just confused, but happy to see you happy—and that you had remembered him saying that he loved parfaits here. Last time he went, the cup had been filled completely. And also? It didn’t cost too much, either.

As you got the two parfaits, you nudged him toward a booth. “Go sit.” You followed after him as he sat down, placing the parfait in front of him before sitting down in front of him.

You watched fondly as he started eating, a content smile on your face as he let out soft exclamations of happiness. It was cute, after all.

After you both had finished eating, you brushed a finger over his nose, getting a bit of cream. “...Anyways. I just wanted to give you something, since it is your birthday, and all.” A faint smile flickered over your lips as you watched his eyes widen.

“It’s my birthday??”

“Yes, you dumb child,” you laughed softly, poking his cheek. “It’s your birthday. Do you think I would do all this without reason?”

“...Yes. You would.”

“I’m not like you, love.” You shook your head in amusement, before letting out a soft sigh. “I just, wanted to give you this.” You pulled a small box from your pocket, before giving it to him. “I dunno... I just thought we should match.”

Inside the box, there was a small silver bracelet, with both of your initials surrounded by a heart. You watched his reaction, uncertain—was this too much?

Before your thoughts could spiral down, he looked at you with a soft, almost uncertain smile. “I... I love it...” He whispered, glancing down at the bracelet again before sliding it on. He marveled at it. “Must’ve cost a lot...”

“Mhm... But, but, that doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.” You smiled a little at him, searching his gaze; was he really happy, or trying to placate you?

“I love it. [Y/N], don’t you dare try to think otherwise.” He let out a soft huff before getting up, walking to your side and sitting next to you, giving you a small kiss.

Your eyes softened as you nodded. “Mkay...”

“Now, put yours on.” He let out a soft grumble as he waited.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed softly as you grabbed yours, putting it on your wrist. “There, happy?”

He nodded slightly before grabbing your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your bracelet before moving to the palm of your hand, licking it a tiny bit—just enough to make you squeal. A playful glint was in his eyes as you pulled your hand away.

“Mikey- Ew!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Don’t do that-”

“We’ve done worse-”

“No we haven’t, stop trying to act like we did something.” You let out a soft huff, shaking your head a little. “And anyways, if we keep on being this loud, we’ll get kicked out.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh hush.” You rolled your eyes a little before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Anyways. Happy birthday, Mikey.”

“Mm... Thank you.” He paused for a moment. “..Would you laugh at me if I said that I almost said ‘happy birthday to you too’ to you?”

You let out a soft snort. “Mikey, I-”

“You’re laughing-”

“No I’m not-”

“You are-”

And with that, chaos ensued and you were yelled at/almost kicked out. Though, you had a fun time, and that’s what counts, right?

BONUS:

Hina and Emma were watching over the two of you with a happy smile.

“See, I told [Y/N]-chan that they’d be okay.” Emma shook her head slightly. “Mikey’s head-over-heels in love. They could literally punch him and they’d be fine.”

Hina winced slightly as the memory of her slapping Mikey came up. “Well... I mean, he wouldn’t hurt his friends, and [Y/N]-chan is also a friend...?”

“True, true, but [Y/N]-chan is special. Like, anything is okay.” Emma let out a soft laugh. “C’mon, I got some good pictures... Let’s give them to the guys, yeah?” Her eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Emma-chan, I don’t think that that’s-”

“It’ll be fine, Hina-chan! He won’t do anything, don’t worry.” Emma smiled happily before getting up, grabbing Hina’s hand and skipping away. Thankfully, Mikey didn’t see them go... Though he definitely was confused when people started complimenting his partner that they were “really going for it” and that they “were a good partner for him.” Like- where did that come from? (Someone (probably Mitsuya, Takemichi, or Draken) eventually showed him the pictures of you two... That did not end well-)

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 months

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What’s your timeline for the movies?

I’m trying to write something of my own but I can’t figure the timeline out

hooooooooooooooo boy yeah i had a whole mental breakdown over this lol, i made my own for my rewrite fic because canon makes no sense. so the only CONFIRMED timeline is the time between d1 and d2, six months 'six months ago i was stealing candy from babies-Mal during the 'talk scene' between the c4. D3 is implied to be about two weeks? so vk day-aka the start-one week later-vk pick up day, hades attacks, Audrey steals the scepter-the next day, Jnaes birthday, the meeting, the whole adventure, and then a week later is the engagement party/the end of the movie.

but blah blah blah-so my timeline was, starts in January, though it should at the very least start in October considering a side book that mentions the coronation/the maleficent incident happening on October 18th, BUT-with d2 being six months later, and another side book says cotillion happened June 24/5th, so the end of the school year, and six months before that is January.(i know some people don't like using the side books as a timeline calculator but it helps to make my brain hurt less so shush(love you dani))

okay anyway, starts in January, takes about-two three weeks to go through the movie, ends on a Friday-the coronation, which in January 2015-when the movie 'takes place', makes sense for me so-

this is my d1 timeline, aligned with January 2015. and Ben's birthday for me is January 16th, his coronation day, since its implied his birthday is coronation day in the movie.

D2-Six months later, in June, in the movie-its kind unclear just how the timeline spans, but it is 3 days, so start-which is on a Thursday since their picnic date is on a Thursday, Mal runs away that Thursday afternoon, vks and Ben come after her late Thursday/early Friday, Mal makes deal with Uma Friday and either the wand trade happens Friday at noon or Saturday at noon-but either way in the movie, the wand trade is the same day as cotillion-but i exnayed that and made cotillion the next day, Saturday, so Evie had time to actually change Mal's dress.

D3---whooo boy, this is where it gets confusing-so D3~! there is no clear thoughts of how long its been since 3, it's either been less than a year, OR its been NEARLY 3 YEARS, no in-between-but! the vks, minus Carlos, according to Escape from the isle, have graduated from Auradon prep-Ben, Mal, Evie, and Jay are all 18-19 at the very least, with Carlos at 17 and now a senior-and they were all 16 in the first movie, minus Carlos at 14, Jane is his age as well, so they're both 14-17 in d1 to D3, so that implies it's been at LEAST 2 years if not 2 and a half. so, from d1 to d3-its been 3 years, at least my version was, because it was the only way to make sense of their age jumps, how the vks graduated, and to give Mal and Ben just a bit more time to make their engagement make more sense because WOW she just had a mental breakdown over becoming lady of the court?! she does not need to be queen yet dear god no, she needs therapy not a crown.

that also allows for the visual changes of everything, like the new bridge plaza in both Auradon and the isle, along with giving Evie her starter castle-to which Doug says in d2to evie 'maybe in the next 3 years, you'll get that castle you always wanted(paraphrased)

but yeah the timeline is a whole mess, you'll be better off just making your own like i did, there is no timeline, only zuul.

but yeah, short version, D1-six months later-D2-2 and a half years alter-D3.

#disney descendants #rewrite

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Where The Sky And Ocean Meet Part 2

CHAPTER 2 Chapter 1//Chapter 3

That was almost a year ago and to this day she couldn't get the thought of those deep brown eyes out of her head. She was practically obsessed with finding him, so much so she was kicked from the foreign exchange program and almost removed from her studies altogether, but that never stopped her from looking for him. In fact, she often sought out her best friend from Chicago to help her which was how she found herself hurrying to Riri's room to share the latest news she had found on the man.

Rushing to get in Kailani hits the door as she forgot to check to see if it was locked. With a sigh, she rummages around in her jacket pockets before pulling out a key and finally entering the room before she’s pushed in from behind. Pulling out her pepper spray ready to mace the person who had bum-rushed her into Riri’s room she turned to find her face to face with the Princess of Wakanda herself.

“You’re the prin-” Kailani starts but was shushed as the princess closed the door behind her. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked peeking out the dorm window before closing the blinds as if the people on the terrace below them could see up into the room

“I’m here about the vibranium detector,” Shuri started closing the distance between the two.

“You're in grave danger.”

“What?”

“We dont have time to-”

“Is this about the kid in Belize cuz I already told the GE office everything!”

“Riri listen-”

“Hold up, I'm not Riri.”

Just then, the dorm door opened again, but this time, the girl Kailani was looking for walked in. “Kai I told you to stop just dropping in outta- the girl started her back to the women in the room just as she turned to face them her keys hit the floor as she started at them awestruck “Oh shit its the Princess.”

“Right?!”

“Am I being recruited?” Riri asks excitedly as she comes further into the room, coming to stand by her friend on the opposite side of Shuri.

“No” Shuri answered as she shook her head and looked on incredulously, Riri shrank back a little with a sad frown.

“Wait a minute what were you saying about danger? Is Riri in trouble?!” Kai began to panic.

“Bro what the fuck did you do?!”

“I didn't do shit!” Riri shouted back, starting to become equally as panicked as her friend.

“Ladies we don’t have time for this!” Shuri shouted causing the two to stop their arguing

“Sorry, your highness.” Kai apologized as she looked down at the floor feeling like a child that had just been scolded

“Please just call me Shuri.”

“Can you please just tell us what’s going on?” Riri asked as she closed the distance between herself and the Princess.

“Like I was telling your friend here, I'm here about the vibranium detector you built for the CIA”

“Nah I ain't build no detector for the CIA, I made that for my metallurgy class.”

“A school project?”

“Yeah,” she started, “My professor said I’d never be able to do it. To be young gifted and black though right?” She smiled at the princess who chuckled back, Shuri liked her.

“I’m sorry can we get back to the dangerous part of this, please? Who’d Riri piss off?” Kailani asked snapping the two back to the situation at hand.

“Wait, was it Wakanda? D-did I piss off Wakanda?” Riri stuttered nervously, she wanted more than anything to impress the princess and hope she wasn’t there because she had fucked up somehow.

“Not just us, this place is no longer safe for you Riri, gather your things and come with me”

“I-I got Differential Equations class in like 15 minutes”

“Riri really?! There’s someone after you! We gotta go like now!” Kai warns unable to believe her friend’s excuse as to why she couldn’t leave.

“We?”

“Yes, we! The fuck you think I’m gonna let you go by yourself with somebody we don’t know, no offense Princess,”

”None taken” Shuri waved her hand dismissively

“I told you we ride or die together. I’m not letting you go on the run by yourself!”

“Okay, Okay J-just uh gimme a minute you guys wait here,” Riri says as she goes to pack a bag just as she leaves for the next room a tall lithe figure stalks into the room startling both Riri and Kai in the process. “I had it under control Okoye” Shuri sighs

“I said five minutes. I gave you six.”

“Get out of my dorm!” Riri shouts as she picks up a speaker and holds it over her head ready to throw it at the mysterious woman at any moment.

“Oooh see how they teach the American children to treat their guests?” She tsked as she continued to approach Riri. Just then Riri hurls the speaker aiming to hit the woman in the face, but just before impact a spear martialized in her hand cutting the speaker in half before returning to its smaller pocket size.

“You bought a spear in here?!”

“Oh shit, she’s got a spear!”

“Listen,” the woman began, “Small small girl. You have two options for how you will come to Wakanda. Conscious, or unconscious.”

“Whoooa hold up that's not really neces-”

“You need to be conscious of how you look, walking around with all of that ash on your head!”

“Oh my god Riri”

“See! I Told you!”

“You look fine Okoye!”

“You know what? We’ll head out. And you can deal with the merman with winged ankles who wants to kill you by yourself. I’m sure your math class will be real helpful with that.” Shuri and Okoye turn to head out before they're stopped by Kailani grabbing onto Shuri’s hand softly. “Wait, please” she pleaded holding up her hands between the three women as if to calm everyone down. In truth, the mentions of a merman had frazzled her down to her bones as if she had some sort of idea of who it could be but she swallowed her nerves and continued on for Riri’s sake. “Please, don't leave her.”

“Then come with us.”

After much convincing, mainly on Kai’s part, they finally got Riri to agree to go with the princess and her general, the three wait till dark approaches before they set off toward Riri’s secret off-campus lab to check out the equipment she used to create the detector.

After arriving the group watches Riri enter an impossibly long code before they’re able to enter the space, once inside it looks like just an average run-of-the-mill truck garage with a few modern tech-looking upgrades here and there.

“What exactly is this place?” the general who the girls had learned was Okoye asked as she looked on in disgust, clearly she was not impressed by what she saw, next to her Kailani could not contain her awe as she looked around. Behind them both Shuri flicks through some blueprints of Riri’s latest experiments.

“I fix up a few trucks for sanitation here, so they let me use this place.”

“This is impressive” Shuri smiles over her shoulder at Riri causing the girl to shyly look away only peeking at the princess from under her lashes as she blushed at the compliment.

“T-thanks.”

“I just have to grab my laptop then we can go,” Riri said moving papers around on her desk until she uncovered a laptop and stuffed it into her bag. “You just leave it lying around here?” Kai asks visibly cocking her head to the side in confusion, anyone could break in her and take it. “I got 2065 byte encryption on this thing! Once I got locked out it took me a whole semester the break back in.” Riri boasts proudly as if Kailani knew what that meant.

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed.”

“Great, now let's get out of here.” Okoye rushed not wanting to spend any more time than they needed too. Just as the group was getting ready to leave an AI voice interrupted them.

“Princess, American law enforcement has arrived at your location.”

“Shit” Shuri swore as she began to mess with her kimoyo beads on her wrist

“Who was that?” Riri asked looking around as if the owner of the voice would materialize in thin air.

“My AI GRIOT.” Shuri answered pulling off a bead and sending it flying out the window closest to her, it morphs into a fly and started to survey the area before attaching itself to one of the cars outside.

“They are surrounding us” Okoye announces grimly as she shows their movements on a projection from her own kimoyo beads

Peaking out of an opened window Riri cursed under her breath at the black cars surrounding the building. “I thought you said a merman was after me. That's the feds!” She quickly sweeps papers off of her desk and into an empty oil drum.

“I don’t believe this shit right now!”

Kai is oddly silent as she is trying to process what exactly is going on. Why were the feds here? Were they after Riri too or the princess? Should they turn themselves in? If the feds were here, who else was here? This was all too much at once and her mind was racing. A hand resting on her shoulder broke Kai out of her trance. Shuri stared at her worriedly before turning her attention back to Riri who was storming around tearing down papers and blueprints before tossing them into the oil drum and setting them on fire.

“I think I might take my chances with the merman because he never brought the FBI to my garage!”

“Namor sank an entire ship of CIA operatives because of your little machine so those popo out there are the very least of your worries.” Okoye scoffed ready to leave the young girl to fend for herself at this point.

“Listen we need to work together to get out of here.” Shuri tried to defuse the situation as the FBI warned them to come out with their hands up outside.

“No I need yall to get Kai out of here, she ain’t got shit to do with this!”

“Bullshit! I’m not leaving you Riri!” The girl screamed back, she must have been outta her mind to think she’d abandoned her, especially now.

“You really think the feds won’t come for her if they can’t find you Riri? She’s in this now. We all are” Shuri spoke with authority in her voice telling the girls she meant exactly what she said.

“General, should we split up?” Shuri asked as she began to calculate the group’s best move to ensure everyone’s safety.

“Out of the question. Does this vehicle work?” Okoye asked as she walked around a tarp-covered car inspecting it.

“…no” Riri answered hesitantly but everyone could tell she was lying.

“Everything in this lab works, including this bike” Shuri hinted at subtlety but Okoye already knew what she was thinking and shut her down as she pulled the tarp off of the car pushing Kailani into the back seat as she goes into the front.

“Don’t even think about it, besides there are four of us the car will do just fine.”

“Three of y’all I’m taking this” Riri said as she began to lower some kind of metal suit from the ceiling just as the power had been cut enveloping the four in total darkness. Peep the subtle Shuri/Riri moments <;3 @namorslit @mariaxxxxx @h34rtsformilli @lavnderluv

#namor x black reader #mcu namor #tenoch huerta #namor x reader #marvel cinematic universe #Where the Sky and Ocean Meet masterlist

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arecaceae175 · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 11: Fever (Wild)

AO3 link. This is the continuation of yesterday's febuwhump found here.

Warnings: fever, illness from infection, discussion of the drowning, discussion of flashbacks

Part 2/2. Part 1.

Wild shivered and curled tighter around Twilight’s wolf pelt. Wild’s head was pillowed on Sky’s chest and Sky’s arms were wound securely around Wild, even in his sleep. Wind was curled up against Wild’s back. He had multiple knives hidden within his reach, just in case, he had said.

Twilight dabbed a cold cloth on Wild’s forehead. Wild was wrapped in Twilight’s pelt, Sky’s sailcloth, Warriors’ scarf, and a significant portion of the other blankets they collectively owned. But he was still shivering, and his fever still hadn’t broken.

Twilight had pulled him out of the river, bleeding, unconscious, and nearly drowned. Twilight, thank Hylia, knew what to do. He had seen a few kids fall into the water over the years of his youth, and it scared him badly enough that he learned how to save them. It had taken far too long, and Twilight had nearly broken down himself, but Wild had finally, finally coughed.

Wild had woken up only long enough to mutter something about ‘the shrine’ and beg to be let go. Twilight shushed him and pushed his hair out of his face with shaking hands. Wild slipped back into unconsciousness and hadn’t fully woken up since. They were wary of giving him any health potions since his throat and lungs were in bad shape, so they had done their best to clean and dress his wounds with their other health supplies.

After a day, they very, very carefully trickled some health potion down his throat.

After two, the fever set it. Twilight wasn’t surprised, between the open wounds in the water and the near-drowning draining Wild’s body of all its energy. He wasn’t surprised, but it still hurt. His cub was in pain and suffering and Twilight couldn’t fix it.

He should have prevented it in the first place, he often thought. Twilight trusted Wild completely, and knew he was an incredibly capable and resourceful fighter, but his instinct was to protect. He tried his hardest to look out for everyone in their group, but he had been too unfocused that day.

Twilight rubbed his tired eyes and adjusted the cold cloth on Wild’s forehead. Time, Hyrule, Legend, and Four had gone in search of more healing supplies. No one knew where they were and they didn’t want to risk moving Wild. Ideally, they would find a fairy and be back by morning, but doubt had creeped into Twilight’s mind and hadn’t left.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Twilight flinched.

“Sorry,” Warriors whispered. Twilight waved his apology away.

“You were supposed to wake me up hours ago,” Warriors said.

Twilight sighed. “I won’t be able to sleep, anyway.”

Warriors nodded and lowered himself to the ground beside Twilight. They both stared at Wild for a moment in silence.

“Don’t blame yourself. Guilt isn’t going to help,” Warriors said.

Twilight wasn’t surprised; he had been told many times he wore his guilt openly on his face. He sighed and shifted the cloth again. “I could’ve-”

“Twi, please,” Warriors said. “Whatever bullshit you’re about to say, I know you know it’s not true.”

Twilight deflated. “Yeah, I know. I just…”

“Yeah. Me too,” Warriors said.

Wild shivered violently. He gripped onto Sky’s tunic with white knuckles. “No… shrine…"

Twilight pulled the cloth away and ran gentle fingers through Wild’s hair. “Shh,” Twilight soothed.

Wild’s arm jerked. Sky grunted, but fell back into a deep sleep immediately.

“Can… keep fighting…” Wild muttered.

“It’s okay, cub. Just sleep, now. We’ll take care of you,” Twilight whispered. There was a tightness in his chest he didn’t care to examine.

Wild’s arm jerked again, this time backwards into Wind’s shoulder. Wind flinched and blinked sluggishly up at Twilight. “Wha…”

Warriors put his hand on Wind’s shoulder. “It’s all right, sailor. Go back to sleep,” He whispered close to Wind’s ear. Wind nodded and shifted onto his other side. Soon enough, his breathing evened out, his soft breaths shifting a tuft of hair. Warriors smoothed it out of his face.

“I wish there was something else we could do,” Twilight whispered. It was barely audible.

“His body has to fight it out,” Warriors said. “We’re doing all we can until the others get back.”

Twilight thought it sounded like he was reassuring himself more than anything.

“What’s he talking about?” Warriors asked. Twilight’s heart stuttered in his chest. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“He…” Twilight started, but his voice broke. He closed his eyes and rested a hand on Wild’s back. “I don’t know for sure, but… I think when he went in the water he was reliving the Shrine of Resurrection. He keeps muttering about the shrine and that he can keep fighting.”

Warriors was quiet for a long time. The only sounds were the fire crackling and the leaves rustling in the wind.

“I knew a lot of soldiers who got flashbacks,” Warriors said quietly. There was something in his voice that made Twilight suspect Warriors knew it more intimately than he let on.

“Can we help?” Twilight whispered.

Warriors shook his head. His eyes were locked on Wild. “It’s the fever now, more than anything.”

Wild suddenly shot up. His eyes were blown wide and he looked frantically around the campsite.

“Woah, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Twilight said. Wild locked onto his voice. “You’re safe.”

Wild stared at him for another moment then crumpled back onto his bedroll. He was clutching his side and pawing at the bandages over his infected wound.

“Hey, now,” Twilight said, gently moving his hands away. “Leave it be.”

Wild peeled his eyes open to look at Twilight. They shone brightly with fever. “Twi?” Wild asked. His voice was scratchy and rough from disuse.

“I’m here, cub,” Twilight said. Wild stared at him for another moment before his face scrunched in pain and he went back to pawing at his bandage.

“Wild, you have to leave it,” Twilight said.

Wild glanced up at him then back down to the bandage. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There are no bandages in the shrine.”

“You’re not in the shrine,” Warriors said.

“I’ve gotta get out,” Wild said. “The lizards are gonna drown.”

Twilight and Warriors exchanged a worried glance. Warriors held his gaze for a moment, then brought up a fist to stifle a laugh.

“Um…” Twilight said. He had the urge to smile, but when he looked back at Wild his face fell back into a frown. There was a thick sheen of sweat on Wild’s forehead and he looked confused and extremely concerned.

“The lizards will be just fine. Can you go back to sleep?” Twilight asked. Wild looked at him, but Twilight felt like his gaze went straight through. Twilight brushed some of the hair off his forehead to try to soothe him to sleep. Wild leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. In just a few moments, his breathing evened out and he was deep in sleep.

Twilight let out a weary sigh. Warriors put a hand on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” Warriors asked. “I’ll watch him.”

Twilight bit his lip and glanced back at Wild. Warriors sighed.

“I’ll wake you if anything happens,” Warriors said.

Twilight felt exhausted down to his bones. He desperately wanted to sleep, but his worry for Wild made him feel as far from sleep as he could be. He rubbed his eyes with the back of one hand.

“I won’t be much help like this,” Twilight said. Warriors pat him roughly on the shoulder.

“Get some sleep, rancher,” Warriors said. Twilight sighed, nodded, and lowered himself to the ground. His bedroll was set up across camp, but he didn’t want to be that far away from Wild. It seemed the others thought the same, Twilight mused, curled around him as they were. Twilight settled himself by Wild’s feet and slung an arm over Wind to rest in Wild’s hair.

Wild would be fine, Twilight told himself. He always was.

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #febuwhump day 11 #fic #fever #tw:#injury #infection #illness #discussion of:#flashback #drowning #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fic #lu wild #ace writes #lu twilight #lu warriors

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mazzystar24 · 1 year

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Warning I’m feeling bitter toward the writers

Roswell New Mexico does a great job of traumatising its characters yet not knowing how to write traumatised characters

Flint and all the shit they implied and stated? Let’s just have him disappear and never be mentioned again

Rosa gets literally murdered? Don’t even consider that shush how about her drug addiction (no I’m not disregarding the importance of that storyline but like hello a person can experience and deal with multiple trauma and that can be portrayed)

Michael gets explicitly stated to have severe religious trauma due to being literally exorcised and burnt with a cross as a child? Sure let’s have him PRAY in season two and pretend that it’s sweet- no that’s not enough actually let’s really drill in how traumatising that experience was for him in season three by saying he legit was convinced he was a demon as a result AND THEN let’s have him get married but have his sort of brother wear the priest outfit and hold a bible even though neither Michael nor his husband appear to have some religious affiliation

Alex spends his entire life abused by his father for his sexuality and never feeling comfortable with being with a man publicly because of it? Makes perfect sense but let’s paint him as an asshole for having that trauma response in season 1 wait this character who has been here two seconds can fix that by being like yeah you’re not out enough for me sorry

And yes I’m gonna mention Michael again because they did that poor guy so dirty

Michael gets his hand broken by psychopath (see: becomes a victim of a hate crime the first time he ever had sex with a guy) let’s toss that aside for a moment and have him be forced cover up and witness a murder (see: more trauma ) okay now that that is done let’s have him act out, push people away, drink, get into fights, etc NOW like we did with Alex let’s all pretend that that’s not a completely valid (valid, not healthy, VALID) trauma response and instead have him receive insults and lectures about his behaviour instead of a shred of understanding THEN let’s just heal his hand and have his brother die and not allow him to feel anything about that until he helps save his brother and let’s just focus on his love life in the majority of season two and then have the healing and recovery all happen off screen in the missing year between 2 and 3

There are more examples where they did this but I wrote wayy too much now

#roswell new mexico #rnm #michael guerin #alex manes #alex guerin #roswell nm

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evie-sturns · 5 days

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boyfriend - Matt Sturniolo

summary: where your boyfriend of 2 years breaks up with you without reason, you go to your comfort place, your best friend matt's house and he does everything he can to calm you down.

contains: fluff, bestfriend!matt, crying, comforting.

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panic flushes over me, my body heats up as my eyes scan over the screen of my phone. i instantly call him, my boyfriend aiden

"are you serious aiden?" i raise my voice as he picks up the phone,

"we're done, i told you." he says blankly with next to no emotion in his voice, hes been my boyfriend for just over 2 years.

he knows the shape of my lips against his,

he knows that i can't sleep by myself,

he knows my family,

he knows my daily routine from the second i wake up to the second my head hits the pillow.

and now he breaks up with me over text.

"why!?" i cry, i hear a subtle scoff from aiden before he hangs up. i instantly start to sob, throwing myself up off my bed and grabbing my keys.

i run downstairs and out the door into the night air, making my way down my driveway towards my cute small car.

i slam the door to my car shut, sinking down into the drivers seat as i check my phone. i've been blocked on almost everything already.

tears soak my cheeks as i let out shaky sobs.

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11:49

i knock twice on matt's front door, wearing sweatpants and a small shirt. my shoulders are by my sides, shaking up and down with each panicked cry.

after a couple of seconds the door opens slowly, i'm met with matts face.

he looks down at me, a short gasp escapes his mouth as he looks at the state of me.

he grabs my hand and frantically pulls me inside, "hey- hey whats going on?" matt asks , trying to sound calm.

"matt- matt." i sob, he grabs me and pulls me into a tight up, running his mildly shaking hand up and down my back

"shh.. sh sh." matt attempts to shush me before pulling me down the corridor into his bedroom.

he throws me down onto his matress, instantly chucking a blanket over me and sitting down next to me.

he waits for me to speak, still completely unaware why i showed up to his house in floods of tears at midnight.

"i- aiden broke up.. with- with me" i manage to squeeze out in between shaking breathes.

matt goes silent before pulling me onto his lap, holding me across him. i cry into his shirt

"over text with no reason-!" i continue

matt stays silent, breathing deeply. i copy his breathing pattern "you 'wanna know something?" matt says, i nod

"he's made a big mistake, you're the most lovely girl i know. aiden doesn't know what hes lost because- i know, i know that he will regret letting go of the most gorgeous, sweet girl ever." matt sighs,

"yeah?" he continues, i nod shyly.

he rubs my arm, "you can let it all out okay?" matt says softly, picking me up and standing up out of bed, he pulls back the silky sheets of his bed before placing me.

he lays down next to me, pulling up the blanket over us, i lay my head on his chest.

"he never cared about me matt." i admit "and now half my shit is- its just stuck in his apartment" i sniffle, wiping my nose on his shirt which matt doesn't bat an eye to.

"you know what, i'll go get it now okay? chris can come stay in here while im gone." matt says, heaving himself up of the bed

"matt you don't have to do that- honestly," i protest, matt just shakes his head

"don't worry 'bout it." he says, walking out of the room.

chris walks into the room wearing blue pyjama pants and a loose fit white shirt, he has a concerned expression on his face as he flops down on the bed beside me

"you okay?" he asks, "i don't know- i'll be fine." i reply with a strained voice.

"matt told me what happened, i'm sorry about aiden or whatever the fuck hes called." chris sighs

he wraps an arm around my shoulder and tugs me closer to his side, we lay in a comfortable silence for about 30 minutes before matt comes back

"im sorry i gotta take a shit, thats my fault give me a couple minutes." chris blurts out

"thanks chris." i laugh slightly as he sits up, walking out of the room.

matt comes back in holding 2 bags in his hands, he brings them over to me with a soft smile on his face. he reaches his ringed hand up and scratches the side of his face.

"you didn't have to- how'd it go..?" i say, matt lays back down next to me

"he was screaming at me the whole time, all 'who the fuck are you' but i think he recognised me after a minute of ransacking your room." matt laughs

i shake my head "i'm sorry."

"don't be" matt says,

"try go to sleep now okay?" he says pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut

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princessjungeun · 2 years

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2 trillon galaxies: lily x fem!reader

a/n: ik i just posted something for her but here’s another thing. i’ve been on a lily and yunjin kick lately so sorry in advance for the random spam of drabbles or whatever you wanna call these

“ok no- wait because hear me out! the concept of space makes no fricking sense.” your girlfriend cut in “y/n-” but you shushed her, “lily lemme finish. how is there all of that open space and no air? all of that open emptiness- wait no that’s also doesn’t make sense! why do they say space is this big empty mass of darkness but there’s literally 2 trillion galaxies in the universe. so how is it empty if there’s all that up there- all that but NO. FRICKING. AIR?” you slammed your hands down on the table in front of you and sank back into the chair you sat in.

there was a pause then an exasperated sigh from your girlfriend next to you. lily pinched the bridge of her nose and stated, “this…this is why you’re not allowed to do livestreams by yourself.” you gave her a slight side eye and asked, “but i make a good point don’t i?” there was a pause which only brought a cheekier grin to your face as you looked into your managers phone that was live-streaming. beside you, your girlfriend refused, “space does so make sense.”

you looked at her then prompted, “then explain to me and NSWER how space is empty but full of galaxies, and how there’s somehow no effing air.” lily held back a smile then stated simply, “science says so.” she let out a laugh when you opened and closed your mouth to say something but no words came out. then you finally challenged, “so you’re telling me if right this second all the world’s astro-scientists collectively agreed that the Earth was flat then you’d agree with it after being told it was round all this time?” she narrowed her eyes and asked through another laugh, “how does that even-” you defended yourself quickly, “that would be science saying so would it not?!”

lily tilted her head back in feign annoyance and you pointed to the camera that was still focused on the two of you, “see? see what i mean? makes. no sense.” you read through the comments and stopped on one, repeating it aloud, “y/n vs space is my new favorite thing.” lily sat back up and made an X with her arms, “stop encouraging her!” you laughed and held up a finger, “wait and the idea of black holes??? how is the gravitational pull so strong that light doesn’t come out?! it’s fricking LIGHT ITS NOT EVEN AN ANIMATE OBJECT! and that whole thing about how if you entered a black hole then it’s tidal forces would rip you to shreds? HOW? and speaking of light…light years. i just- WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?”

the comments flooded with fans either agreeing with you or leaving some form of “why are you like this?” with crying emojis.

you added on, “and how do black holes even weigh anything?” lily chimed in, “but doesn’t everything have a weight of some kind?” you nodded in confirmation, “yeah but like the entire system of space measurements… how did they even come up with that?” your girlfriend laughed and let you ramble on, “cause i really don’t understand guys. i’m not even trying to be funny like this entire time i’m 100% serious!”

when you stopped talking to get a drink of water lily managed to quickly change the subject to answer a comment asking where she wants to travel.

there was a slightly more serious yet casual tone in her voice as she answered, “i want to go to australia. i wanna take y/n home, and show her all of my favorite places.” you felt your heart skip a beat and your ears flushed with heat as you smiled bashfully. you held out your pinky, “we’ll do it i promise.” she linked your finger with hers and smiled from ear to ear. your hand settled on her thigh beneath the table and there was an ever so slight blush on her cheeks as she felt your hands lightly squeezing her leg.

you took another drink from your water bottle while she read over a few comments more. every few seconds she broke into a fit of nervous giggles from your hands on her thigh, but anyone else around would think it was the comments in the phone she was laughing at.

lily turned you once you’d capped your water bottle and said, “they wanted you to answer too. so where would you go if you could pick anywhere? and they wanna know which member you’d go with and why?”

this was a question you’d been asked so many times as an icebreaker or fun fact for an interview and you always said the same answer. fully expecting the same response, lily added with a grin, “and no you can’t pick all members or every place in the world.” you frowned and scoffed in pretend annoyance.

at least ten cities ran through your mind along with all of the faces of your members. you didn’t know what to say for a moment because you were just that indecisive over the smallest things. without much thought you leaned your head on her shoulder. she waited patiently for you to answer, paying no mind to your one hand now laced with hers on top of the table. after a minute you admitted, staring into space with a faint smile on your face:

“i’d take you to all two trillion galaxies…because you’re my person and i wanna go everywhere with only you.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop girl group fluff #kpop girl group imagines #kpop girl group reactions #kpop readings #nmixx scenarios #nmixx imagines #lily morrow #nmixx lily

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mammonspersonalwife · 2 years

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HEARTBEATS AND THUNDERSTORMS

Characters: Mammon x Reader

Genre: FLUFF

Writer notes: yes, this is a repost from my old account, but I love this so-

You were lying in bed, wide awake. You knew you weren't supposed to be awake at this hour and you're just hoping Lucifer doesn't find out. 1, 2, 3, 4- you counted the seconds in between the thunder, just how your mother taught you years ago...The sound of the thunder was so loud, you thought it was in your room, lightning beaming through your window, lighting up the whole area . You couldn't take it anymore, you burst into tears. You've always hated thunderstorms, and the eternal darkness of the Devildom didn't make it any better. You heard the familiar knocking pattern on your door and quickly sat up, wiped away your tears, and opened the door. You stared up at the snow-white haired demon with watery eyes. "Oi human, what's with all the noise? I can hear ya all the way from my room!" You can tell he's not very pleased...or so you thought. "Sorry.. I'll try to be quiet." You respond, forming a fake smile. As mammon is continuing his complaining, a loud crash of thunder and lightning appears outside. You cling to his arm, closing your eyes tightly as tears sprout from them. He notices your fear and ofcourse has to point it out. "Haha, are ya scared of some thunder?" You only respond with a small whimper and he immediately feels bad and regrets what he said. "H-hey uh..are ya okay?" He asks softly. "Yeah..just scared." The room is silent for a second as he thinks. His room is a lot messier than yours and he knows it. As he's questioning his decision, he can't help but notice the stuffed animal on your bed, the one he got for you at a fair not long ago. He slightly blushes at the sight but soon snaps out of his daydream when he feels wet on his skin only to find you with tears streaming down your cheeks, he'd been so caught up in his train of thought, he didn't even notice the storm getting worse outside. He looks down at you and lifts up your chin, now making you look up at him. He uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears and quietly pulls you into a hug. "It'll be okay silly human. The Great Mammon will protect you!" He says with a wide smile. You can't help but blush at his genuine happiness. He grabs your hand and walks you over to you the bed. “What are you doing?” You ask. He says nothing as he sits you both down on the bed and pulls you into a tight hug. “Shh” he says gently as he pets your hair “it’ll be alright” your heart melts into a pile of mush at his kind and genuine words, smiling back at him. He pulls back and rubs his thumbs across your cheeks in hopes of comforting you. His smile is so bright. So genuine. So...Mammon. You hug him as tight as you can sending him backwards onto the bed. “Thank you Mammon, you're the best!” -Mammon.exe has stopped working- “I’m the best… I mean of course I’m the best hahah!” You try to hold back a giggle but break when you notice him making silly faces. (He did this on purpose just to make you happy aww). You both try to shush each other so you don’t get caught together like this, you know you’d never hear the end of it from Asmo because “*gasp* YOU WERE IN BED TOGETHER!” You manage to calm down each other and the room is silent only the sound of the pair of your breath’s and the sound of his heartbeat in your ear. He rubs slow circles onto your back/hair, ignoring his burning red face all the way to the tips of his ears. You both end up growing tired, you still huddled up to his chest and his arms around you. You let out a soft “I love you”. His face turns as red as Lucifer's vest. “I-I love you too silly human...my silly human.” You both end up falling asleep, the storm outside now long forgotten about.

Did you enjoy this? Well you’re in luck! Part two is out now: “ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!”

#om! mammon #mammoney #mammon x you #mammon x reader #mammon fluff #mammonobeyme #mammon x y/n #ao3 #reader insert #writing #fanfic

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ellatherepersons · 1 year

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I have this wholesome au where mobians live in tribes and theres the echidna tribe and hedgehog tribw and sonic gets seperated at a young age from the hedgehogs and becomes a feral little gremlin in the woods and just robs wild animals of food cus hes little and fast so he snatches and runs and uses his quills if he gets in a fight

knuckles finds him when fishing in a stream, sonic runs, then the next day knuckles shows up with other echidnas. they wait all day by the stream until a fox hunts a rabbit or smth and sonic goes mine and manages to get the fox to flee, then knucklea ans friends practixally kidnap him and sonic just goes all rabies on them hissing and growlinh.

but they get him to thier home and try and gain his trust, in the end its knuckles who gains his trust and then they become besties.

sonics short in this au for the sole reason he can sit on knuckles shoulders like a cat when they travel and influece from wild animals he probably walks on all fours.

eventually knuckles finishes like warrior cats apprentiship equivalent and becomes a full warrior and they both get tattoos, like the white bits people draw on knuckles sometimes, knuckles' representing teamwork and sonics a blessing.

sonic doesnt like how the tattoo paint stuff feels and knuckles has to stop him from wiping it away before it dries (i have no idea how that works shush its my au))

and then the hedgehog tribe and echidna tribe have tention and a fight, the chieftess of the hedgehog tribe is aleena and her successor is Sonia and Manic is there too.

sonic sees them and is like holy crap they look and smell familiar, and also maybe tribes have like a tune or smth used to celebrate or maybe its just a thing Aleena did for her children but sonic hears and finds it familiar.

so he sneaks out to the hedgehog territory and knuckles follows dissagreeing the whole time

they get to aleenas house and wonder around for awhile until sonia and manic find them, or find knuckles they dont see sonic first, so thet go to attack him but yk sonic and knuckles have been brothers for probably years at this point idk

sonic jumps on his shoulders hissing (he never talks cus idk silly littlw hedgehog man go hisss maybe he thinks it feels unatural and he doesnt quite understand thw whole language))

and sonia and manic are like, holy shit who are you, and at some point aleena comes in ans is like, oh crap thats my long lost son woah, and then theres probably some conflict between the tribes tryinf to get sonic back which inevitably makes sonic not wanna go back cus the echidnas had taken care of him for so long.

eventually they accept he doesnt wanna go back maybe in some dramatic scene wherw everyonws likw, "your choice sonic" and he just looks back at aleena and sonia and manic for a moment before bowing his head as an almost good bye and waddles over to knuckles and sits on his shoulders and then they live happily.

maybe an epilogue would show sonic knuckles sonia and manic playfighting after an alliance had been built between the two tribes and they now get to vibe together

So yeah im pretty proud of it idk if there could be a part 2 including tails as at first it was tails instead of knuckles but idk im to inconsistent to actually write a fanfic it finish a comic but i damn well will try

What do people think of this? Ans what shoulf i name the au?

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #they are brothers #do not tag as ship #sonic au #feral sonic #he just scuttles around causing havoc #and then knuckles joins in #sonic and knuckles are brothers #i tried to paragraph and puntuate and untypo my nonsense rambling it was just one block of text #so uh tell me if somethinf doesnt make sense

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27. “What happens if you say Beetlejuice three times?”

Ok but like this with Rhett and the kids!?

I wanna make this happen!

AAAAAAGGHHH!!!! Babes, I just watched Beetlejuice the other night along with Casper and was like IT'S AU TIME!!!!!! (lol)

Moving into a new house was always weird when you were growing up, but moving into a house you guys would only use a few months out of the year? That was equally weird. Why Royal had insisted you guys drive 33 hours from Wyoming, all the way through Tornado Alley, through the frightshow that was Detroit, Michigan and all the way out to Connecticut with Rhett and the kids, was completely beyond you.

"Alright, I think this is the last one," Rhett said, bringing in the last box.

"I hope so," you told him. "We've been here for three days, doing nothing but unpacking and I'd like to take a day to rest before we have to go back on the road again."

"Oh believe me, we will," Rhett said. "Mark my words, those little ghouls will be sleepin all the way there, I'll make sure of it."

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what Rhett was talking about. Hannah and Maeve had been perfectly behaved the whole way out, but the minute Tatum and Tanner had begun to play the "stop-hitting-yourself-game" had been a different matter. You didn't fail either, to remind Rhett what would happen if he dislocated his shoulder trying to discipline the boys in the car.

"Mommy!!! Mommy!!! Daddy!!! Look what Tatum and I found upstairs!!!" Tanner shouted excitedly, his twin following closely behind him.

"Holy shit," Rhett chuckled. "What'd you two little ghouls find upstairs?"

"Just this."

Rhett took the worn out looking piece of paper from the four year old's hands. "Huh, that's weird," he remarked.

"What's up?" you asked him.

"Beetle-guys, bio-exorcist and spirit exterminator," Rhett read. "Never heard of'em."

You looked at the paper yourself when it suddenly hit you, your eyes going wide. "Rhett?"

"Yeah darlin?"

"Um......I......thank God you don't know how to pronounce that."

"What?" Rhett said. "It's not like I was sayin Beetlejuice."

"RHETT SHUSH!!!" You hissed, pressing a finger to his lips. "You don't wanna say it three times, believe me."

"What happens if you say Beetlejuice three times?"

"RHETT!!!" you nearly screamed through your clenched teeth.

"Ok, ok," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I didn't say it.....we good? We cool?"

"For now," you answered.

A scream tore through the halls followed by terrified, clunking footsteps as you two took off and bolted up the stairs where you found Hannah and Maeve, running from the attic with all the color drained from their faces.

"Girls, what's going on?! What happened?" you asked them.

"Tatum and Tanner summoned a ghost!" Hannah blurted out.

"And he scared me!!!!" Maeve bawled, her arms coiling around her father's waist.

You and Rhett threw open the attic door, the sound of the boys laughing along with another laugh that was a little bit more maniacal than theirs.

"HOLY SHIT!!!!!" Rhett exclaimed.

Neither of you had any idea what you were looking at, a giant hole that had opened wide in the floor while a huge, striped worm zipped in and out of it with two little blonde headed boys on its back. The other that was with them was none other than that familiar green-haired, bug-eyed little cretin in a mismatched striped suit......Beetlejuice.

"Oh........that's why you don't say it three times," Rhett said.

(Babes I might just do a part 2 for this but if I do I might have to rewatch the movie, lol)

#rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott x reader #outer range beetlejuice au #halloween prompts #outer range halloween promts

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