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moonstruckme · 4 months

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hope ur having a delightful break bb, lord knows you deserve it!!! <3 i've got a little request for you whenever you're back, if you're interested in writing it - i would love to see poly!marauders with a reader who's high and giggly and they're lightly teasing/they think it's cute!! either way, i'm sending my love and hugs and kisses to u!!! <33

Combined this with: hi lovely !! i hope you’ve had an amazing day/night <33 if you haven’t already (i’m sorry if you did, ignore this if you have !), can you write a poly!marauders x fem reader who loves sea animals and the boys decide to take her to an aquarium? Thank you both for requesting, hope this is alright <33

cw: weed

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 770 words

Sirius is fairly sure this is the best idea he’s ever had. And he will be expecting full credit.

Your eyes are giant and filled to the brim with wonder as you stare into the tank, your face awash in a blue glow that shifts with the water.

“A flamboyant cuttlefish,” you murmur, seemingly to yourself.

Behind you, James squeezes Remus’ hand playfully. “You’re my cuttlefish,” he whispers. Remus groans.

Sirius follows your gaze. “Oh, that thing is ugly.”

“Don’t say that!” You reach back without turning around, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand. Your face is split into the same grin that has hardly wavered since the gummy you’d taken first kicked in. “They can change colors whenever they want. You’re totally jealous.”

“And yet it’s chosen shit brown.”

James releases Remus’ hand to come and crouch beside you, tracking the fish’s movements with dilated pupils. “Is that why it’s flamboyant?” he asks you.

You hum happily. “When they’re threatened, they shift colors and move their fins. They’re also highly toxic. So,” you shoot your boyfriend an impish look, “just like Sirius.”

James’ laughter is booming. He takes on the role of your protector, sticking out an arm to ward Sirius off when the other boy grabs for you. Remus shushes them both, shooting apologetic looks towards irritated-looking aquarium patrons.

“Where do you learn all this stuff, dove?” he asks you at a more polite volume. “TV?”

Your grin turns sheepish. James makes heart eyes at you, thumbing at the dimple in your cheek. “Would it make you feel better if I said I read it in a study?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Too bad.”

You erupt in giggles at your own joke. James tries to catch you when you tip backwards, but instead the both of you go down, your laughter worsening.

“Jesus,” Remus murmurs, shaking his head. He’s doing a poor job hiding his own amusement, though, the scar across his lip stretching as he suppresses a smile.

Sirius snickers as he crouches in front of the two of you. “Having fun?”

“Yeah.” Your grin is lopsided. Dopey. “Thanks for sharing with me. I feel nice.”

“Anytime, gorgeous.”

“I really like weed.”

“Alright,” Remus steps in, hooking his arms under your and James’ armpits to haul you both up, “let’s quiet down about that, love. Go back to looking at the fish.”

“Oh!” you gasp and point. “That one looks just like you, Siri!”

Sirius is about done with this game, he thinks as he stands to peer into the glass. His mouth puckers in distaste. “Thanks,” he stretches out the vowels, making his insincerity heard.

“No, no.” You throw yourself into his side cajolingly. He pretends to ignore you, and you hang off his arm, laughing. “Baby, it’s because it has fine features and it’s, like, glowy. See?”

“It’s a fish,” Remus points out.

James squints, nose nearly touching the glass. “I think I kind of see it,” he says. You nod eagerly. “Why does this fish have cheekbones? Do they usually?”

You shake your head, looking somewhat flummoxed. There’s a cute crinkle between your brows. Remus looks at you curiously.

“Do you know what kind that is?” he asks you.

You frown. “I don’t.”

“Okay,” he says, taking your hand to go to the signs bordering the tank, “let’s find out.”

Sirius is a tad jealous as you lean into Remus’ front, playing with his fingers, but Remus won't be diverted. He scans the placards until he finds it.

“Here, it’s a flashlightfish,” he says quietly. You make a satisfied humming sound, leaning forward to scan the information with eager eyes. “Flashlightfish prefer to stay out of the sun,” Remus reads, “hiding in deeper reef waters during the day. They have small bean-shaped pockets under either eye which are filled with billions of symbiotic bacteria that emit a biochemical light.” Sirius lets the words filter in one ear and out the other, but you’re rapt. Your wide eyes shift from the placard to the fish itself, watching as its light winks in and out. “This light is used to evade predators as well as for a visual Morse code to attract mates and communicate within schools of fish.”

Sirius watches as the two of you stand there for a minute, Remus’ arms slung loosely over your front as blue light from the tank dances over you both.

“You could do audiobooks,” you tell Remus. Your voice is chock full of sincerity. “You’ve got the voice for it.”

He chuckles, setting his chin on your head fondly. “You think so?”

“Mhm.”

“Thanks, dove.”

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wolfjackle-creates · 3 months

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Please tell me that with 'Johnny and Kitty pocess Superman and Batman' That they are either on a date or go on a date after a fight? Please this needs to happen

@britcision also asked about this one!

So I was looking through what I wrote of this and...it's not that good. It's based on a prompt from back in Nov 2022 and I was still figuring things out back then and needed to rewrite everything I wrote at least once. It's less crack than you'd expect from the title, I'm afraid.

So I'm gonna do part of that rewrite. Because I'm insane and don't have self control. 🤣

Anyway, the prompt is from @zeestarfishalien and can be found here. Oddly it doesn't have half as many notes as I remember it having. Huh. Guess I thought it had more because I latched onto it so strongly.

Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 1.6k

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"Danny!" yelled Jazz from downstairs.

Danny froze for just a moment. That was Jazz's something-is-wrong voice. He dropped through the floor to get to her that much quicker. "What happened?" he demanded.

She just pointed to the TV where a news reporter was standing in a city. Behind her, Batman stood next to the open driver's side door to the batmobile while Superman floated in the air a few feet away with his arms crossed.

"Don't look at me like that, baby," said Batman.

"I will look at you however the hell I want. You forgot our date, asshole!" yelled Superman back.

The reporter grinned at the camera. "Looks like quite the lover's tiff we've stumbled upon! Who would have ever suspected Batman and Superman of being in a relationship?"

Behind her, Superman used his heat vision to shoot at Batman who cursed loudly before jumping into his car and speeding off. Superman huffed and flew in the opposite direction. Jazz muted the TV while the reporter continued making speculations about Batman and Superman's relationship. Danny stared at Jazz in horror.

"That was—"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it was."

Danny closed his eyes and thought about the half finished essay he had upstairs and the history test he had the next day and how his parents would be home in an hour. He wanted to cry.

"I have to go to Gotham."

"I'll take care of our parents. Have you had the flu yet this year?"

Danny's laugh had a hysterical edge to it. "Tuck's been keeping track of my excuses. Ask him. I'll just…" Danny let the sentence trail as he transformed and flew out of the house without another word.

Even flying as fast as he could, he didn't arrive in Gotham until night had fallen. He tried to sense Johnny or Kitty or listen for the chaos that always followed them, but the city was so big.

After over half an hour of searching with no luck, Danny was sitting on a roof with his head buried in his knees trying not to cry. He only had so many hours before he had to be back in Amity for school. If he missed any more days, he'd get a suspension and his parents would be livid.

Just then, the clock tower chimed ten. Danny lifted his head to look at the tall building, one of the tallest in the city. He might not have any idea how to find Batman, but surely the other heroes would. Maybe he could get their attention?

In a matter of minutes, he was floating above the clock tower. With a deep breath, he shot an ectoblast up into the sky. Two minutes later, he repeated the action.

Not long after his fifth blast, two grapple hooks attached to the tower near his feet and seconds later he was facing Batman and Robin.

Danny immediately fell into a fighting stance. "Johnny, I'm not going to let you get away with this. Get out of him. Now."

But instead of calling him a do-gooder nerd, Batman pulled out a batarang and held it ready to throw. "I'm not this Johnny," he growled.

Danny relaxed and sighed in relief. "Oh thank the ancients, you got him out. I'm so, so sorry, Batman! I know you and the Justice League are relying on me to keep the ghosts from escaping Amity. Johnny and Kitty must’ve gotten past me. How'd you get Johnny out? Were you able to help Superman? Kitty is at least reasonable most of the time so I hope she didn't give you any trouble. Where are they now? I'll just collect them and bring them back to the Realms."

Robin pulled out his sword and pointed it at Danny. "What do you know of Fa— Batman's condition? Who is this 'Johnny' you speak of?"

Danny's core stuttered in his chest. The kid couldn't mean… He looked past the blade pointed at him towards Batman. "You… aren't Batman. Are you? You're covering for him while Johnny is overshadowing the real one."

Batman put a hand on Robin's shoulder. "Lower the sword, Robin." To Danny, he said, "I think you owe us some explanations."

Danny buried his head in his hands and tried to bite back the tears. He was so tired. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is my fault. They got past me and I failed. I'm so sorry."

“Desist with your groveling and explain!” ordered Robin.

“Right, yeah. Of course. Sorry.” Danny looked up, but the stars were hidden behind smog and lights. He sighed. “I’m Phantom, of course. Responsible for monitoring the portal in Amity and keeping ghosts from coming through and causing problems on Earth. Also for stopping human hunters from hurting any ghosts. Johnny and Kitty, two ghosts, must have gotten past me. I’m careful, I swear. We set up an alarm on the portal so I know the moment someone comes through, but I missed them somehow. I…maybe they came through at the same time as someone else? I’ve had to deal with Skulker and Boxy so far this week. And Queen Dora came for a visit and one of Pandora’s people stopped by to drop something off. So if Johnny and Kitty came through at the same time… Pariah curse it, I should’ve realized. What a stupid design flaw. I’ll be working on a fix for that as soon as I get out of school tomorrow. I’d do it sooner, but I’ve a test you see. And if I miss any more class, I’ll get a suspension, and then my parents really will kill me again.”

Danny winced when he saw Robin’s fingers twitch towards his sword again. “Sorry! No more excuses. It’ll be fixed ASAP, promise. Um, Johnny is generally into motorcycles, but I think he saw the Batmobile and wanted to take it for a ride so he overshadowed Batman. From what I saw on the news, he blew off a date with Kitty to do it so she’s pissed and followed him and ended up overshadowing Superman. Probably so she could use his powers on top of her own to punish Johnny.” He trailed off and waited for the yelling to start.

But they were silent.

Danny shifted from foot to foot. “Again, I’m really sorry. I know you rely on me to keep this from happening and I swear it won’t again. But if you tell me where you think Batman is, I’ll go retrieve Johnny. Same with Superman and Kitty. I need to get this wrapped up by four, maybe four thirty, so I can get home in time for school to start.” He couldn’t hold back a yawn. He just wanted to sleep.

Batman and Robin exchanged a glance and Batman put away his weapon. “I’ve never heard of you or this Amity before. You’re a kid, who is your Justice League mentor? Why aren’t they here?”

“I… What? Justice League mentor? What are you talking about? All of my mentors are ghosts.”

Robin snorted. “Who informed you that it was your responsibility to monitor this portal that allows these ghosts to invade? Why are you the only one preventing attacks such as this?”

Danny bristled. “I’m not alone! Sam and Tucker and my sister help me!”

“Are they kids like you?” asked Batman.

“If by like me you mean ghosts, of course not. They’re fully alive. I’m the only ghost of the group.”

“No,” said Batman after a pause. “That’s not what I meant. I wanted to know if they were teenagers who still go to school like you or if they were adults you worked with.”

Danny shrugged. “Jazz is starting college next year, but yeah. They’re my friends.”

Batman let out a long breath. “Right. And why do you think the Justice League is expecting you, specifically, to monitor this portal?”

Danny threw up his hands. “Because you told me that!” He saw Batman open his mouth to say something and quickly added, “Not you specifically, but, like, the League. This guy Constantine came by a month or two after the portal opened and saw me and relaxed. Said he was glad to see I was already handling things there. Gave me a number and laughed and said if anyone could handle the situation, it’d be me, but I could call if I needed back up.” He shrugged. “And he was right. So far I have been able to handle it. This is an exception and I’ll get it fixed in a few hours tops.”

Robin ground his teeth. “That lazy magician.”

Batman also muttered something under his breath. “Thank you, Phantom. For doing so much on your own. If you tell us how to free Batman and Superman, we can handle it from here.”

“What?” Danny shook his head in confusion. “What are you talking about? You need specialized weapons that I don’t have on me and containment devices and access to a portal to the Realms to get rid of them. Seriously, I can get this taken care of. Just tell me where Batman is.”

Batman sighed again. “We don’t have much of a choice. Fine. But will you be able to get us these weapons and containment devices if we requested some of you? We’ll pay you, of course. And we’d like more details on what you’ve been dealing with. I’m afraid Constantine… did not share the details of your dealings with the rest of us.”

“Yeah, sure. The weapons are made by Drs. Jack and Maddie Fenton of FentonWorks, based out of Amity Park, Illinois. Their son Danny can help you pick out the most useful ones. Some are more torture device than anything, though, so definitely avoid those. Danny will be able to tell you the difference.”

Batman nodded once, jaw clenched. “Thank you. Now, I’ve just gotten an update on the possessed Batman’s location. Follow us.”

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Dick is pretending to be Batman here. If they have a "normal" batman out, then they can show the possessed batman is an imposter.

I saw some debate on the original over whether Johnny would possess Batman or Superman. To me, the answer was obvious. He'd possess Batman because he wanted to take the Batmobile for a spin.

Meanwhile, Kitty is the smart one. She'd go for Superman because then she could use his powers and her own to 1) punish Johnny and 2) prevent anyone from stopping them.

Regarding Constantine: He made an oops, but it's not (fully) his fault. Due to time missions from Clockwork, Phantom is shown to be thousands of years old and is known for fantastic feats. If Constantine had known this was some fourteen year old newly dead kid, he'd have acted differently. Instead, he thinks Danny is older than he is with millenia of experience.

This is free for anyone to continue!

#dpxdc #wolf writes #johnny 13 (dp)#kitty (dp)#danny fenton #ask game #i forgot how fun this prompt is

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heeliopheelia · 11 months

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"please, come to bed" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: it's 2am so i'm striking with another update lmao 💜 is2g after i'm done with this event you guys will be throwing up at the slightest mention of a heeseung drabble

Stopping dead in his tracks, Heeseung looks at you with confusion. He's just come back from work only to see your curled up posture on the couch, one that you have once claimed to hate sleeping on, which makes him wonder if he did anything to annoy you to such degree today. Silently, he runs over every little thing he's said to you, considering how or why could they make you so angry that you didn't want to sleep with him tonight.

He gives up eventually and walks up to you with a sigh. His tall figure steps in front of you, disturbing you from watching the newest episode of your favorite tv show. You peek up at him from above the blanket covering you from your feet all the way up to your nose.

"Oh, you're back!' You gasp happily, dropping the blanket down to stretch your arms out in a form of a hug invitation.

There's not even the slightest tint of anger in your voice which slightly calms Heeseung's nerves. He plops down next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around your smaller body.

Then he asks, clearly still bothered. "Why don't you wanna sleep with me tonight? Your back is gonna hurt from the couch again."

You internally coo at his worried face, big deer eyes peering at you with confusion. You smile sheepishly.

"There's a spider in our bedroom."

A spider. In our bedroom. It takes him couple seconds to even process your words properly. All of the tension leaves his body like air from a pierced balloon and he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his fingers.

"And here I was worrying that I said something wrong or shit," he sighs, glancing at your pleading face from the corner of his eyes. He sighs again. "Fine. I'll be right back."

"Just don't kill it!" You call after him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Catch it and let it out, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know," he dismisses you with a wave of his hand before disappearing behind the wall.

You wait patiently for him to come back, wiggling your feet happily as you realize you'll actually be able to fall sleep tonight without having to stress about this little anomaly.

"There's no spider in here, YN!"

Your blood runs cold. What does he mean no spider. It was there half an hour ago, carelessly dangling from your ceiling right above your pillow.

You're still stiff when Heeseung comes back from the bedroom and crouches down in front of you. Placing his hands on your knees and squeezing them gently, he brings your attention back to him.

"You sure you didn't imagine it?"

His question has you scoffing and you cross your arms over your chest. "Yes, I'm sure," you say, squinting your eyes at him. He only rolls his own pair at your dramatic behavior. "Have you really checked everywhere?"

"Every single corner," he assures, placing his palm on his chest, right where the heart beats underneath his skin. "I promise it's not there. Must've ran away or something."

You stubbornly shake your head. "I'm not going anywhere. Heeseung, there's a beast roaming around our bedroom somewhere."

"Lord, give me patience," he murmurs quietly, deflating underneath your hard expression again. "Love, just please, come to bed," he groans, slowly giving up on the idea of actually getting any sleep tonight. He drops his head down on your lap. "I swear it won't come near you, alright? I'll tuck you in so tightly that it won't even find a place to slip underneath the covers."

You sigh, grabbing his hand hopefully. "You promise?"

He raises back to his feet, leaning down to press a kiss on your pouty lips. "I promise."

He lets out an internal cheer when you finally nod your head. Heeseung pecks your lips again, then repeats the gesture a little more fervently couple more times before slipping an arm underneath your knees and throwing you over his shoulder. He smacks your butt gently, earning an annoyed combo of a groan and a click of your tongue from you.

"Now, let's finally go to bed. I swear I haven't had a good night's sleep ever since I met you."

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strangersteddierthings · 1 year

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Porcelain Steve - Part 6

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Even though he's expecting company, Eddie still jumps and yelps when his front door flies open without so much as a knock, revealing Dustin and Will.

"I know I said to let yourselves in, but a warning knock would have been nice," Eddie shoots them a glare, not bothering to stand from the couch where he'd been pretending to watch whatever terrible daytime movie was playing.

"Sorry," Will apologizes sheepishly while Dustin just laughs.

"Which of your moms dropped you off? If it's Claudia, I'm filing a complaint about how you were raised."

"Har har," Dustin says, swinging his backpack off and knelling down to unzip and dig into it. "We biked here."

"Lucky you, then. The complaint will wait."

Dustin wrestles a blanket from his backpack. Unwrapping it reveals Steve, hair rumpled but otherwise unharmed. "Alright. Delivered safely. We gotta go meet El and Mike now but we'll see you on Saturday, right?"

Eddie sets Steve on the couch, angled towards the TV. "Yeah. I get the feeling if I don't show for the barbeque that Joyce will show up here and drag me there by my ear."

"She would," Will confirms with an easy shrug. The boys turn to leave before Will exclaims, "Oh! Almost forgot!" before digging into his pocket for something, turning around to give it to Eddie.

"What?"

"El and Steve spoke again. He had a lot of things to say. I spent a good portion of the last three days writing down everything as El repeated it to me. This is your letter," he says, having successfully pulled out what looked to be a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Oh," Eddie takes it, and realizes it's not just one folded piece of paper, but three. "Wow."

"Seems you are Steve's second favorite," Dustin grins at him from the doorway.

"You are first, I assume?"

"No. Robin is. She got five pages."

That tracks, actually. Eddie's not surprised Robin got the most pages.

Soon enough, the boys are off and Eddie returns to the couch, pulling his legs up to sit crisscross. "Alright, Stevie, let's see what you have to say."

He unfolds the pages completely and is met with Will's now familiar penmanship scrawled across the sheets of wide rule paper that has clearly been ripped from a composition notebook. He's seen Will's handwriting plenty over this last year, quickly scribbling notes during DnD sessions and on the little item cards Will makes himself to hand out when he DMs.

Will's handwriting isn't always the neatest, but this looks like Will took time, wanted his writing to be legible. Flipping through the papers he sees it is two pages, front and back, of a letter, and the third page is a list of questions in a different, neater handwriting. He gets the feeling that Will probably didn't paraphrase anything. How many people got letters? How much of Will and El's time was devoted to doing just this?

Eddie feels emotional over this, misty-eyed and a lump in his throat, and he hasn't even read the damn letter yet.

"Shit, Stevie, do you even realize how loved you are?" Eddie asks out loud, turning to look at Porcelain Steve like he might answer him this time. Blank hazel eyes stare forward. Eddie shakes his head, to clear away his thoughts, and gets to reading. Not out loud, because he doesn't want Steve to hear how wet his voice will sound.

Eddie,

I guess the first thing I want to say is thank you. I was kind of freaking out when I first woke up like this. It was calming, that day on the lawn, after Robin and Nancy found me. You were so chill and just chatted my ear off like you would have if I were, like, there. I mean, there there and not like, doll-there, if you get what I mean.

Shit, man, being stuck like this would have been a hell of a lot worse without you, I'm certain. Everyone's been great, of course, and, like, no offense meant, Will and El, but you act most normal. Helps me feel, well, I don't know how, exactly. Describing emotions is not something I'm like, good at. Robin's great, too, but she catastrophizes, you know? And since I can't speak back, she can get herself pretty worked up about this and I hate that. Hate that I can't do anything to help her.

Shit. This isn't your issue. Don't include that. No, wait, do. Sorry, El. (It is here, off in the margin, that Will has added 'I wrote everything word for word. Enjoy the asides to El and me.) Hanging out with you helps her, I think. She seems less anxious on days we spend with you. So, I guess, I also want to thank you for that. For being there for Robin when I can't.

Eddie has to pause there because he had no idea. Robin has been a grounding force for him this whole time. He had no idea he was doing the same for her. She never said, or let on... well, that was probably her goal and now Steve's spilled the beans.

This is getting easier to say, even if I still don't know how to feel about the other two people who are going to be privy to everything said, or I guess from your end, written here. (Here, Will has transcribed a conversation they seemed to have had in the middle of writing this up.) Oh. He means us. - El Yes. Don't worry Steve, we'll do our best to forget everything you've said once it's written down. - Will Steve laughed and says thanks. - El I appreciate that but- well, being honest there's some things I want to say but I don't want anyone else to hear. Those conversations are better left face to face, anyway. So, uhh, what else did I want to say?

Oh! Yeah, I told Robin she could drive around the Bimmer, so she can have a car while I'm- so she doesn't have to bike everywhere but knowing her she probably won't take me up on that offer. Maybe you can talk her into it? Or, maybe she'll be willing to drive your van around and you can take the bimmer.

"Jesus, Stevie, can't you just be okay with existing?" Eddie says it under his breath and tenses instantly. For a moment, he forgot that Steve was right there on the couch with him, could hear him. Now he has to explain himself because Steve's already heard, and without the context of how Eddie really means those words, they can sound judgmental. "Shit. Sorry. I just read the part about your car and, dude, you just don't know how to not try and be helpful, huh? I bet it's destroying you on the inside that you can't do anything. But Steve, you gotta know, we don't care about you because you're useful."

Steve, of course, can't reply, so Eddie goes back to the letter.

Uh, what else was there? Oh! Yeah! I don't get migraines here. Or, in this body? Or, whatever it is. I haven't had one since this happened. Also, no hearing issues. Though I find myself wishing to be completely deaf sometimes. I get that Max can listen to Kate Bush for a week straight, but I'd like a little variety. God, what I wouldn't give to listen to the Top 40 again. Don't say anything, Munson. I can already see your judgmental face at my music taste. Unlike you, I have the ability to like multiple types of music. The Top 40 AND that one song from, uhh, shit. Might not have migraines or hearing issues at the moment, but the memory is still as it was. Which means it is shit. That one song by that metal band where their name sounds like it's metal? You know who I mean. (In the margin, Will has just written five little question marks in a row ?????)

"The band you were thinking of, it's Metallica," Eddie says.

Not important. But, uh, the reason for telling you this. I was hoping you might smuggle me to a show the next time your band plays at the Hideout? Last time I tried to go it was too loud and gave me a migraine, you remember, but I think that I could listen to your whole show like this. We might as well take advantage of the perks of this shit situation, right? So, uh, I wouldn't mind if you did that. Or, like, had Robin or someone else bring me. Whichever.

Actually, wait, I lied, I do care which way. I've already had them pen down Robin's letter, so you'll have to pass this on, but I want Robin to take me. So, I can also watch the show, not just listen. That was the part I liked most, when I went last time, before I had to leave. Wait. Scratch that. Ask Argyle. Other than you, he seems like the only person willing to be caught holding me in public, mostly because I don't think he even knows how to be embarrassed. Jesus that was such a weird sentence to say. Holding me in public. Such a weird thing to experience, too.

Uh, anyway, I think that's it for now. Thanks for everything, Eddie.

"I think you're handling this loss of bodily autonomy rather well, Steve. This letter is a lot more positive than the one I would have written if our roles were reversed," Eddie says with a sigh. He can't help but wonder what Steve would have said in this letter if it hadn't had to be filtered through two teenagers first.

He looks to the last page, the list of questions, and is surprised to see that, mixed in with questions about which sports team is winning (he is not going to watch Sportsball for Steve. There has to be a line drawn somewhere and this is it. He will ask Wayne about it later and hate the glee he sees in his uncle's eyes because now he's going to have to pretend to like sports for the unforeseeable future) and for honest updates about their friends are questions about Eddie's campaign that he's rambled on about since Steve can't escape. Steve wants spoilers, wants to know what Eddie has planned.

Steve has actually been listening. He'd been operating on the assumption Steve just tunes him out when he gets going, unable to stop his brain to mouth filter when it comes to talking about Dungeons and Dragons and his current campaign.

"I'm at your list of questions now. I can't answer anything about sports, and don't think I'm unaware of how you asked me and not Lucas. I see what you are doing and I'm not going to fall for it. So, your first non-sportsball question here; How is Dustin doing, really? Well, that's a whole thing but overall, okay."

#steddie #my fic #porcelain steve #having steve write letters to everyone was sparked by jonathans even tho the wonder twins dont admit that #it was a passing comment when he walked in on Will explaining the difference between sorcerer and warlock to El and Porcelain Steve #just a quick 'i wonder what steve would have to say about this if he could talk'#and will and el were like! yes! what WOULD he say? El talk to him #and it evolved from there #also its not said because how would Eddie know? but the list of questions in different handwriting is Joyce's #to avoid campaign spoilers for Will‚ el asked joyce to write that part #they go through all the questions but im not writing those #this was mostly to get a little bit of Steve in here #feels weird to write a steddie fic where steve hasnt even spoken until 9k+ words into the fic #especially since i am NOT a slow burn person‚ not that i count this as slow burn #how do you define slow burn? does this count? help a girl out and let me know

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 10 months

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer finds his neighbor distraught and in distress at the BAU Headquarters with the idea that her ex-boyfriend might have something to do with the recent string of murders in Quantico, Virginia, he can't but get the team involved.

Warnings: Your usual Criminal Minds murder,

Author's note: Sorry for any discrepencies in the workings of the FBI, I don't really know anything about it aside from what I see on tv.

And if your name actually is Layla, make it into something else for this one, yeah?

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Her heart was beating in her throat. Her hands were sweating. Her mind was going a thousand miles per hour with hurried thoughts of worry and fear. She needed to find him. She needed to tell him.

“Oh, hey, honey, you look a little lost.” The sweet voice snapped her out of her thoughts immediately.

When y/n flinched, she looked right into the deep brown eyes of the colorful blonde woman that had walked up to her. “Uh, I-I,” she frantically started to search for her words. “Spence–Spencer…”

“You’re looking for Spencer?” the woman asked, clearly familiar with the one she was looking for. “Okay. Okay, I can bring you to Spencer. Hey, honey, can you breathe in deep for me?” She placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders as she gave the sweet order. Y/N inhaled a deep breath, trying to still her fast-beating heart. “That’s better. Okay, let’s go find Boy Wonder.” As the colorful woman guided the now-less-distressed one into the bullpen, she asked, “What’s your name? I’m Penelope.”

“Y/N,” she simply answered with a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Good morning, baby girl,” someone said as the two passed him. Y/N didn’t even register him at first until Penelope halted in her tracks.

“Can I show you a good morning at another moment? Trying to find Boy Wonder.”

The man’s eyes flicked down to the woman tucked beneath Penelope’s arm. “Who’s this gorgeous lady?” he asked, his tone flirtatious, but Y/N didn’t quite register it as her eyes were frantically scanning the place for the familiar face.

“Y/N?” The voice she’d been aching to hear finally cut through her distressed trance.

Y/N’s eyes snapped up towards the gorgeous, familiar honey colored eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she felt the weight roll right off, the tears coming down with it. Launching herself out of Penelope’s arms and into Spencer’s, the girl’s body was overtaken by loud sobs.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked, wrapping his arms around the girl while his eyes shot questions at his co-workers. Both Penelope and Derek simply shrugged, neither of them knowing what was going on.

“I found her like this in the hallway,” Penelope answered.

Spencer looked down, worry written all over his face. “All right, let’s sit down, shall we?” he asked and started making his way to the briefing room with her. “Can one of you get her a glass of water?” he asked over his shoulder.

Frantically trying to get a grip on themselves, Penelope and Derek scattered to do as told while Spencer walked into the briefing room with Y/N where he gently placed her onto a chair.

“You okay?” he asked as he himself took a seat on the chair next to her, turning it so he was facing her.

Slowly nodding her head, Y/N’s redshot eyes moved up to Spencer’s where she found a bit of solace, a bit of the safety she so desperately needed. The girl opened her mouth to say something just as Derek and Penelope entered the briefing room with a glass of water.

“Here you go, Sugar,” Penelope said sweetly as she handed the unfamiliar girl the beverage.

“What’s going on, Reid?” The guy next to Penelope asked, his voice stern yet laced with a little worry.

Spencer turned to Y/N again, searching her eyes for an answer. After a couple of sips of water, Y/N heaved in a deep breath before moving her gaze to the board in the room where the agents had collected the evidence for the case they were working on.

She was silent for a couple of seconds as she looked at all four victims. “I know who killed them,” she whispered before looking back at Spencer. “And I’m next.”

Within a second, Spencer’s head snapped up towards his colleagues, all three of them equally confused. His brows knitted together when he turned back to Y/N, leaning closer towards her. “Y/N, wh-what are you talking about?”

“You said I should come to you if something was wrong,” she whispered with fresh tears running down her cheeks.

Spencer did remember him saying that to her one night when he walked up to his apartment, nearly bumping into someone on the stairs as someone else was screaming at the runner. When he reached the top of the stairs, he found his neighbor, Y/N, with tears streaming down her face.

Reaching for her hands, Spencer squeezed ever so slightly to let her know he was there for her. “Did Tristan do something to you, Y/N?”

Her lip quivered. Her eyes flitted back to the photos on the white board. “Not yet,” she whimpered.

“Reid,” Derek caught his attention, wordlessly asking him for a word away from the girl. After squeezing her hands once more, Spencer got up and joined Penelope and Derek by the door. “What’s going on? Who is this?”

“It’s y/n, my next-door neighbor,” he answered, looking back at the fragile girl in their midst. “She-” he sighed. “I came home one time when she was yelling at her boyfriend. They were fighting about something and she was upset. I-I told her that if something ever happened, if she ever needed anyone to talk to, she could come to me.”

“You think her boyfriend could’ve done that?” Derek asked, pointing at the whiteboard behind Spencer. “Are you sure she’s not just upset because he broke her heart?”

Letting out a deep sigh, Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know, man. But maybe we should hear her out? Get the rest of the team in on this?”

A deep frown creased Derek’s forehead. “You’re seriously buying this?” he asked, pointing at the girl.

“Morgan, look how upset she is!” Penelope exclaimed in a whisper. “She was completely distraught when I found her, this isn’t like some boy just breaking her heart. There’s more.”

Spencer and Garcia both looked at Derek in anticipation, waiting for his reaction. “All right. Fine. Let’s get the team and hear her out on this one.”

Nodding his head curtly in gratitude, Spencer turned on his heel to rejoin his neighbor while Derek and Penelope went to get the rest of the team.

“What’s going on?” A tall man with dark hair and a forever-frown on his face, asked when he entered the room where the rest of his team had gathered.

Spencer rose to his feet cautiously. “Hotch, this is my next-door neighbor, Y/N. She might know something about the case we’re working on.”

Hotch’s eyes skidded towards the fragile girl in the briefing room. For a moment, the man just inspected her before taking a seat with the rest of his colleagues, ready to listen to whatever she had to say.

“Y/N,” the woman that had been introduced to her as JJ, spoke up, capturing her attention. “Can you tell us why you think your boyfriend had anything to do with these murders?” she asked, pointing at the pictures.

Glancing over at Spencer for a second, just to find her footing, Y/N nodded her head before taking a deep breath. “Those are his ex-girlfriends,” she started with a sniffle. “Tristan talked about them all the time, especially when he was mad at me. H-he’d tell me Doreen was so much smarter than me or Mia had gentler hands… I met Fabiola once, so when I saw it on the news that she’d wound up dead and that Solange had gone missing, I just knew…”

Spencer’s hand reached for hers and squeezed it, Emily, the woman sitting next to her, doing the same to her shoulder. “Y/N, can you tell us something about Tristan? How did you meet him?”

“Through a dating website – that’s lame, I know. I just, uh, figured I could try. He was really nice when we talked online at first. Told me he was a musician… I have a bit of a soft spot for musicians,” she explained, chuckling dryly at the last part. Spencer looked up at the whiteboard, getting the gears in his mind to work.

“What’s he like, personality-wise?” Derek then wanted to know.

“Uhm,” she sniffled. “He, uh, he was actually really nice at the beginning. He was charming, chivalrous, … I really thought I had hit the jackpot with this man. But then two or three weeks in, he’d be saying these things that, like, …” she wasn’t sure how to explain it so she stopped, gathering her thoughts. “He’d need constant reassurance and then all of a sudden, he’d turn back into this overly confident man, taking charge.”

The agents all exchanged glances, thinking the exact same thing. For now, they kept Y/N in the dark. “When was the last time you saw him?” Rossi asked.

“Uh, couple days ago… I uh, I was talking to Spencer in the hallway when he came home all mad and broody, you remember that?” she asked her neighbor, who simply nodded with his eyes trained on the whiteboard. “He didn’t say anything to either of us and just walked inside. We had a fight right after.”

Spencer suddenly got up and moved over to the whiteboard. “You said he was a musician?” he asked y/n, to which she simply hummed. Everyone had their eyes on the youngest recruit of their team as he grabbed a marker and wrote the first two letters of each name underneath the corresponding picture.

DO - RE - MI - FA - SO

With wide eyes, Spencer turned to his co-workers while Derek’s eyes were on Y/N. “How are you so certain you’re gonna be next? Your name doesn’t–”

“I told him my name was Layla. I-it’s my middle name, I figured it wouldn’t do any harm. I–” Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the evidence on the board.

Hotch’s eyes landed on y/n. “Where does he live?”

“Cherry Hill Road,” she whispered.

The scraping of the chairs across the floor startled her ever so slightly as the agents got up from their chairs. In a panic, y/n looked for Spencer, only calming down once he’s by her side again. “y/n, stay with Penelope, okay? I don’t want you to go anywhere until we catch this guy.”

Y/N nodded her head before getting up and moving to follow the colorful blonde she had first encountered when she walked into the BAU headquarters. “Come on, Sugar,” Penelope said as she wrapped her arm around her once again to guide her to her office. “Make yourself right at home. You want some coffee? Tea?”

Shaking her head, Y/N offered Penelope a quick smile before taking the chair that was furthest from the screens. For a while, y/n just watched as Penelope got to work. She researched everything she could find on Tristan Bell. Phone records, high school diplomas, … Anything that had left a paper trail, she would find.

A good hour they waited until the team burst into the BAU again with somber expressions on their faces. “Briefing room, Garcia. Now,” Hotch ordered. The blonde beacon of color excused herself and told y/n to stay put before following her boss out like a lost puppy.

The longer y/n stayed in Penelope’s office by herself, the more uncomfortable she felt. The woman had only left her alone for a mere two minutes, but to y/n, it felt like an eternity. The walls were starting to close in on her as she waited for Penelope’s return that didn’t seem to come.

Agitated and scared out of her mind, y/n got up with a groan and made her way back to the briefing room. However, she halted in her tracks when she heard Spencer’s voice booming through the room.

“We are not going to send her out like a piece of bait!” he concluded his speech, which, judging from his co-workers’ faces, had been going on for a while. “I don’t want her ending up in a body bag just like the others!”

Inhaling deeply, y/n turned around the corner to show herself in the entrance of the open door. “I’ll do it,” she announced, capturing the agents’ attention.

“Y/N–” Spencer tried, his eyes filling with worry.

“Whatever it takes to catch this guy, Spence. We have to do it. So, use me.”

Spencer exhaled in defeat before walking up to her. “You’re certain?” he asked, placing his hands on her cheeks, his fingers tangling up in her hair. Y/N nodded, the pads rubbing against her temples. “I promise you, nothing’s gonna happen to you, all right? I-I’ll make sure of it.”

“You’re gonna be wired the entire time, so we can hear everything you’re saying,” Hotch continued to reassure her, causing her to turn towards him. Spencer dropped his hands as she did so.

“We’ll put a tracker on you and we’re gonna be there, just a few feet away from you,” Rossi continued.

Nodding her head, y/n felt more and more confident about this whole idea. She looked back up at Spencer into those honey colored eyes she had become so infatuated with over the course of knowing him as her next-door-neighbor-turned friend.

“Now, here’s the plan,” Hotch said and began explaining everything in detail before the entire team – including y/n – started gearing up for it. The agents all got into their bulletproof vests, made sure their guns were loaded while JJ and Penelope helped y/n wire up.

As the agents moved to get to their vehicles, Spencer grabbed y/n’s wrist to pull her back for a moment. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes, Spencer, I am. We need to catch him before he gets to the rest of that musical scale.” The boy nodded before heaving in a deep breath. “Besides, I’ve got you to protect me, don’t I?”

A wide smile befell Spencer’s lips. “Yeah, you do.”

Once the both of them were convinced enough, Spencer joined the rest of his team in the SUV, while y/n got into her own car. She reached for her phone and dialed the number she hadn’t call in a couple of days. Nerves rushed through her veins in time with the dial tone that beeped in her ears.

“What do you want?” he snapped immediately.

Pushing back all the anger and nerves, y/n forced herself to let out a sob. “I’m sorry, Tristan. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said that night. You were right, I was being a bitch and I’ve been stupid but I’ve come to my senses now and I-I want you back, Tris. Can you-Can you meet me at our special spot?” Her voice sounded tearful and innocent enough for him to cave straight away.

She heard the man sigh on the other side of the line. The sound of it alone sent shivers down her spine. “Sure, baby. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Okay,” y/n sniffled. “Thank you, baby. See you there.”

Tristan hung up the phone before y/n slammed her flip phone shut with a sigh. “Did that sound convincing enough?” she asked, knowing the agents had been listening.

“You’re a natural actress, mama,” said Derek, his smile audible in his tone.

Smiling too, y/n started her car and drove off with the SUV just a few feet behind her. Now, the anxiety was really kicking in. So much could be going wrong. Spencer and his co-workers could be too late, leaving Tristan an open window for him to kill her the way he’d done his ex-girlfriends. She could just be the next victim.

As if he could read her mind, Spencer’s voice came through her earpiece. “Hey, you’re gonna do great. You got this, okay? And we’ve got you…” he paused for a second as if debating his next words. “I’ve got you.” Something must’ve distracted him as a silence presided over a soft “What?”

“Man, you’re so in love with her,” that was Derek’s voice, y/n was sure.

“What? No I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are,” Emily chuckled.

Spencer scoffed when Derek spoke up again next. “When are you asking her out?”

Grinning, and completely ignoring the heat rising to her cheeks. “Yeah, Spence, when are you gonna ask me out?” The agents fell completely silent. Spencer probably hadn’t even realized he was still holding the button of the walkie-talkie. “Honey, when I can’t hear something on your end, you should probably release the button. I could literally hear everything.”

“I–uh…” Spencer muttered, clearly embarrassed by what had just happened.

“Tell you what, if I get out of this alive, we’re getting coffee together. How’s that sound?”

“When,” he quickly corrected me. “When you get out of this.”

A smile tugged carefully at y/n’s lips. “Yeah. When.”

Y/N pulled over in the park’s lot and before she could get out, she had to heave in a deep breath. Coming here brought way too many memories of them going on dates together, eating ice cream. The happy memories that all just felt like one big lie now that she knew who he really was.

“All right, y/n,” Hotch’s voice sounded through her earpiece. “You remember what we agreed. Get him riled up enough that he confesses.”

Y/N sniffed. “What if I get him so riled up he attacks?” she muttered, looking around to make sure no one could witness her talking to herself.

“That won’t happen. And if it does, we’ve got him surrounded,” Hotch reassured her.

Those words were enough for her to get into her position. On that very bench near the lake was where they’d ended their very first date. It was their special spot. Tristan had even carved their initials into the wood of the backrest. Y/N’s eyes found the carving quickly when she noticed the other initials too.

D+T R+T M+T F+T S+T

“Seems this bench isn’t just our special spot,” she grumbled, scoffing at herself that he had made her believe she was special. She was just one of the many. The next girlfriend. The next victim.

“Layla? Baby?” His voice alone sent shivers down her spine. She quickly shook the feeling off and turned around to look at him. Those dark blonde curls, the piercing blue eyes. While she had loved all of that at one point, she felt nothing but resentment and hatred towards every aspect of him.

Y/N got up from the bench and made her way towards him. “I’m so glad you wanted to see me,” she said, trying to keep that hatred out of her voice. “I-I’ve made a big mistake, Tristan. I am so sorry.”

A chuckle rolled off his lips. “What are you even talking about, Lay?”

“I–” She had to come up with something. Something that would rile him up. “I slept with him,” she blurted out, cursing at herself for doing so, but then she decided to roll with it. “Yeah, I slept with him behind your back, Tristan.”

His jaw clenched visibly. “It’s that good-for-nothing Spencer, isn’t it?” His words were dripping with venom, sounding like he either wanted to kill her or Spencer.

Y/N coughed, slightly embarrassed that the man himself could hear everything she was espousing. Even worse was that his friends could hear it, too. “Y-yeah… I’m so, so sorry, Tris. It was dumb and I just–”

Scoffing, Tristan shook his head. “You’re the exact same as those bitches!” he yelled. “Whores, the lot of you! WHORES!” Y/N’s eyes darted around to make sure no one else was in the vicinity to hear his breakdown.

“What are you talking about, Tristan?” she asked innocently, hoping it would evoke the right answer.

“You and Solange, and Mia, … Y’all are one and the same, making me feel… incompetent…”

Y/N’s head tilted slightly. “Ever think it might just be that?” she asked, eyes filled with fire. “Don’t you think that’s the reason why I ran to Spencer the first opportunity I had? You’re incompetent, you always value yourself above everyone else and you’re just fucking weak.” Between every single one of those last words, y/n took a step closer towards the boy she once fell for. He was towering over her, but it didn’t intimidate y/n in the slightest. She was on fire. She would get that confession out of him. “And Spencer?” she asked. “He’s twice the man you’ll ever be.”

Though she was just saying those words to evoke a reaction from Tristan, they did hold some truth. Over the course of a couple weeks, Spencer and y/n had grown closer and closer. At first, it was just chats in the hallway, but it quickly evolved into spending nights together for dinner, watching movies. Spencer was someone she could talk to about everything and he’d listen, offer her the statistics and calm her down whenever she needed it. Up until now, she had just thought of them as good friends, but now that she was thinking about it, what she felt when she was with him was little more than that.

“At least Spencer knows how to treat a woman,” she spat, immediately regretting her words when she felt the cold tip of the barrel against her forehead. No matter how scared she felt, she tried her hardest not to show it. “Do it then. Shoot. Kill me like you killed all your other exes,” she whispered, hoping the reverse psychology would work on him, hoping the words would have the agents spring into action.

“FBI! Drop your weapon!” Hotch’s voice bellowed through the nightair. “Tristan Bell, drop your weapon and step away from the girl.”

Sending one last glare at his ex-girlfriend, Tristan raised his hands in surrender before placing his gun on the grass. Y/N let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before allowing herself to fall into JJ’s arms, who was approaching her to get her out of there anyway.

“You did so great,” JJ whispered as she held the woman in her arms, guiding her towards a picnic bench a little further down, away from Tristan. Y/N cried in JJ’s arms, her body shaking with sobs while the blonde liaison soothed her. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“Y/N? You okay?” Spencer’s familiar voice captured her attention.

With bloodshot eyes and thick tears running down her cheeks, y/n looked up to find his beautiful honey eyes looking down at her, laced with worry. Letting out another cry, she launched herself into his arms, grateful to find her usual solace against his chest.

“It’s over,” he whispered, allowing his fingers to tangle into her hair to scratch her scalp ever so softly. “You’re okay.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “How about you and I go for that coffee, huh?”

Sniffling, y/n pushed herself off him to look at him. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling.

Y/N simply nodded and allowed him to guide her back to her car where he asked for her keys. He had left his bulletproof vest and gun with JJ, knowing y/n needed him more than the team did at this moment.

The rest of the night, y/n and Spencer spent together in Spencer’s apartment with the coffee they’d grabbed from the nearest diner. Neither of them really wanted to be out at that moment. They just wanted to spend it together, in the confines of either one of their apartments. Though y/n did prefer his over her own.

“Do you think I can only attract bad men?” she asked, not moving away from her very safe spot on his chest.

“Mmh, no,” he replied, not really having to think about it. “I think you just had a bit of bad luck with this one. It honestly can happen to so many people. We’re unconsciously searching for somebody who has a conglomeration of negative and positive traits of the caretakers from our childhood.”

“You’re saying I chose to be with Tristan because he reminded me of my parents?” y/n asked, looking up at him without taking her head off his chest.

Spencer shrugged. “I mean, we all do that, we just don’t realize that we do.”

“How do I find the right guy?” she then asked in a mumble, her eyes fixated on her fingers that were playing around with Spencer’s.

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “You open your eyes.”

At that, y/n looked up to find him looking down at her. The sparkle in his honey eyes and the soft smile that played on his lips got her stomach doing flips. In the time span she had known Spencer, she had never felt her stomach do these things. But she liked it. A lot.

Y/N lifted her head and very cautiously leaned in closer until her lips brushed his. The kiss was hesitant at first, as if both of them were just trying to scout the area they were threading. But then Spencer’s free hand cupped her jaw and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

Pulling back, y/n couldn’t help the smile that etched its way to her lips.

“Consider them opened.”

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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Sarah I love killers love!! I love how he just drops everything to answer the phone when we call🥰🥰 I was wondering if it would be ever so possible to get some more of that? Like the conversation kinda things you do!😍😍

Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you like the series!! Of course I can give you some little convos where Eddie answers the phone while he’s “busy” with something/someone as well as when he just drops anything to talk to you in general 😂 I hope you enjoy!💖

CW: Eddie is a serial killer

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“Hey baby what’s wrong?” “Why does something have to be wrong? Why can’t I just be calling my husband because I miss him?” “Sweetheart it’s…eight thirty at night on a Tuesday so normally by now you’d be tucked into bed with a book…so what’s wrong?” “I want some tea and…I can’t find my favorite mug…” “give me one minute baby I’m gonna mute you okay? I gotta talk to Rick really quick.” “Okay honey tell him I said hello and sorry for interrupting poker night.” “You don’t need to apologize sweetheart but I’ll tell him you said hi…….listen up my wife is on this phone and if you so much as breathe a little too loud and she hears you I’ll make this the most painful night of your like you got that? And I really don’t want to tape your mouth shut because it’s such a waste of tape but I will…now….just let me tell her where her mug is and then we can get back to our little chat okay? Nod your head if you understand…Good……sorry about that baby.” “It’s okay so…do you happen to know where-” “top shelf in the cabinet left of the microwave…that’s where your pink mug with the smiley faces on it is.” “Oh god you’re the best..I love you.” “I love you too Princess I’ll be home in….an hour or so depending on how much money Rick is willing to lose tonight…” “be gentle with him honey.” “I’ll try my best.”

“Why won’t you just be still? It doesn’t hurt as much when you’re not wiggling around like a worm on a hook….wait one moment my wife is calling…sorry I hate gagging people but I can’t risk you yelling or anything so…here we go….hey baby.” “Hey honey! So I’m standing in the kitchen and I have no idea what to make for dinner tonight and I also can’t find the remote to the tv.” “Okay well the remote is next to the coffee pot that’s where you left it this morning when you turned the news on while getting ready for work…now for dinner what are the options?” “You really do just keep track of everything…uhm let’s see the options are…spaghetti with meatballs…I can make meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans or….uhm well that’s all I’m in the mood to make so those are the options.” “Spaghetti sounds great sweetheart….one moment baby I gotta help someone with their head gear.” “Oh yeah go help them honey! Safety first!” “Yeah safety first……you were doing so good and now…now I have to use the tape and I fucking hate using the tape………don’t look at me like that I told you to just be still this is all your own fault now I’ll be right back….hey baby…so does spaghetti sound good to you?” “Yeah that sounds great I’ll make it enough so you can have leftovers for your lunch tomorrow.” “Perfect…I gotta go but I love you and I’ll be home soon.” “I love you too.”

“Hey sweetheart.” “Hi honey I’m not bothering you am I?” “Not at all I’m just uh..digging some…holes…for Henderson’s mom’s new bushes for her backyard.” “Oh that’s so nice of you to do that….” “What’s wrong? You sound upset.” “Well uhm…don’t freak out okay but I’m…lost?” “Lost?…baby how are you lost in Hawkins it’s not even that big of a city…” “I think I turned left somewhere I was meant to turn right…and now I’m on a street called sir Timothy? I haven’t ever been in this neighborhood before and it’s getting dark and my phone can’t even locate me to tell me how to get home and-” “hey hey it’s okay baby I’ll come and get you and you can just follow me home okay?” “You…you know where I’m at?” “Yes you’re in that new development over by lover’s lake…really nice houses over there…big plots of land too it’s nice.” “When have you been over here?” “On my way home once or twice…I just drove around seeing if it was maybe a place we’d wanna move to eventually.” “Oh…I mean it is…nice over here but I love our house.” “I love our house too…now just sit tight and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “Okay…I love you…thanks for coming to rescue me.” “I love you too and you know I’ll always come and rescue you…it’s part of the job of being a husband.”

“Honey? Why are you all out of breath? Are you okay?” “Yeah baby I’m fine I just had my phone in my locker at work and had to run when I heard it going off.” “Oh I’m not bothering you during your break am I? I know how much you love your sixty minutes of silence in your truck.” “No sweetheart you’re not bothering me…are you home already?” “I am! That’s actually why I was calling…I was seeing if tonight could be our date night for the week? Since I’m off early and you don’t work tonight?” “Sure we can have date night tonight….I should be home around five.” “Oh perfect that gives me two hours to be a couch potato before I have to start getting ready….” “Baby…” “yes?” “Is that really the only reason you called?” “I might’ve just also wanted to hear your voice…it gets all rough in the middle of the day from you yelling at people to do their jobs correctly….” “Oh and you enjoy that do you?” “You yelling? No but…I do enjoy what it does to your voice…but I’ll let you get back to work.” “Oh you’ve gotten your fill then huh? I’m free to go now?” “Yes you’re free to go.” “Okay well I’ll see you when I get home…if you miss me too much feel free to call me…” “you just want an excuse to get out of working.” “No I just like hearing your voice…I love you baby I’ll see you soon.” “I love you too honey…see you when you get home.”

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wannab-urs · 2 months

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The King Has Lost His Crown

Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep

Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703

A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side.

Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:

Please answer the phone

Its Dieter

I miss u

Can u call me pls?

Baby

Baby ]:

Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two.

He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems.

“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”

He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.

“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

“No. Explain here.”

Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed.

“Wait!”

You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house.

“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?”

“She wasn’t you.”

For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”

“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes.

“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.”

“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”

“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”

You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks.

You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.

–-

Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch.

His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner.

He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.

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omg pls pls these insta series you do.. can you do a yuta okkotsu one from jjk please? this is my first time doing an ask so im not sure if im doing this right but i love ur stuff !! have a nice day! <3

Insta as Yuta's GF

a/n : Hello love! Thank you so much for your request, and I promise you did it right! Thank you for your lovely words, hope you'll like it<3

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Yn_ : on our way to Maki's birthday!!!

Maki_yum : you're 2 hours late, WHAT DID YOU DO ???

↳ Yn_ : I'M SORRY LOVE we kinda lost track of time

↳ Maki_yum : I repeat, WHAT did you do

↳ Yn_ : I prefer not to say

↳ Maki_yum : omg please stop if it's what I think it is, I don't want to hear more

↳ Yuuuta : We brought gifts

↳ Maki_yum : I hope you did

↳ Yn_ : yk I would never let you down

↳ Maki_yum : hurry up, Yuji is getting drunk and I swear you don't want to miss that

↳ Yn_ : I'LL TELL THE TAXI TO GO FASTER

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Yn_ : my other half @.Maki_yum

Maki_yum : even if you do stupid things, I love you with my whole heart

↳ InuMAKI : @.Yuuuta man she's trying to steal your girl

↳ Yuuuta : no they're just bestfriends

↳ InuMAKI : my spidersense is telling me otherwise

↳ Yn_ : well go fix it

↳ Maki_yum : why do you ALWAYS have to make it strange ? we're best friends of course we tell each other I love you

↳ InuMAKI : well I don't say that to my FRIENDS

↳ Maki_yum : MAYBE YOU SHOULD it'll make them feel actually appreciated

↳ InuMAKI : you don't feel appreciated ???????

↳ Maki_yum : SOMETIMES it's nice to hear it

↳ InuMAKI : I love you Maki

↳ Maki_yum : ....... don't do it again, from you it feels strange

↳ InuMAKI : OMG FUCCK OFFFF

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Yuuuta : love her until my last breath

Yn_ : MY LOVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

↳ Yuuuta : me too dear

↳ Satoru_thegoat : isn't it romantic

↳ Yn_ : what's your problem ?

↳ Satoru_thegoat : why so agressive ? I made a compliment

↳ Geto_OG : well in her defense, your compliment are often sarcastic

↳ Satoru_thegoat : WHAT ?? I'm never sarcastic

↳ Geto_OG : ...

↳ Satoru_thegoat : OKAY SOMETIMES I AM but right now, I'm not

YujiandSukuna : couple goal

↳ Yn_ : you make me blush

↳ InuMAKI : @.Yuuuta WHAT DID I TELL YOU ??? SHE'S CHEATING

↳ Yn_ : OMG WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP ??? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO BE CHEATING THAT MUCH HUH ? ARE YOU JEALOUS OR WHAT

↳ Yuuuta : Dear calm down, Inumaki is just joking

↳ InuMAKI : no i'm not

↳ Yn_ : SEE ? HE WANTS MY PLACE

↳ InuMAKI : I am NOT JEALOUS

↳ Yn_ : oh you so are

↳ InuMAKI : I'M SO SICK OF YOU

↳ Yn_ : THEN BLOCK ME AND STOP BEING SO ANNOYING

↳ InuMAKI : YOU AIN'T GIVING ME ORDER

↳ Yuuuta : no but she got a point, Toge why are you so agressive towards her ?

↳ InuMAKI : i'm not agressive

↳ Maki_yum : yes you are

↳ InuMAKI : you're ALWAYS W HER, WE DON'T SEE EACH OTHER ANYMORE

↳ Yn_ : YOU'RE JEALOUS

↳ InuMAKI : OK I AM BUT I WAS HIS BEST FRIEND BEFORE YOU WERE HIS GIRLFRIEND

↳ Yn_ : you know you could have just talked to us ? tell Yuta you miss him instead of being mean

↳ InuMAKI : i'm sorry

↳ Yuuuta : well seems like peace is back

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Maki_yum : It was more peaceful when they weren't friends @.Yn_ @.InuMAKI @.Yuuuta

Yn_ : Toge next time we should totally try to steal Gojo's glasses !!!

↳ InuMAKI : omg yes and then we hide it

↳ Yn_ : no we sell it, it must cost A LOT of money

↳ InuMAKI : you're a genius

↳ Yuuuta : now i'm the one feeling like you're stealing my gf Toge

↳ Yn_ : pls don't complain love, maybe you prefer when we were fighting

↳ Yuuuta : forget what I said

↳ InuMAKI : Yn where is Yuji hiding his sneakers ?

↳ Yn_ : probably in his closet

↳ InuMAKI : we steal two pairs of shoes, he got so much he won't even notice and we sell them too

↳ Yn_ : that must be enough money to buy the ps5

↳ InuMAKI : AND a big TV

↳ Yn_ : yeah lets do that

↳ Maki_yum : NO YOU AIN'T GOING TO STEAL ANYTHING

↳ Yn_ : Toge we gotta hurry up before she tells them

↳ InuMAKI : LETS GO

↳ Maki_yum : I'M SICK OF YOU

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Yn_ : got a detention and I just told him

Yuuuta : that's it, I'm keeping you FAR AWAY from Toge

↳ Yn_ : i'm sorry love i truly regret it

↳ YujiandSukuna : YOU SOLD MY SHOES ???

↳ Yn_ : no it was so messy in your bedroom, we couldn't find them

↳ Geto_OG : That'll teach you to NOT STEAL, if you need money, just ask us

↳ InuMAKI : we would like the PS5 and a TV

↳ Satoru_thegoat : It's in your bedroom, for both of you, just ask and I got you but don't steal

↳ InuMAKI : we're really sorry Gojo, we really wanted these console and TV so we took the route that seemed the easiest for us even if it wasn't the best, we won't do it again

↳ Satoru_thegoat : I know you are don't worry, guess what, I'll remove the detention, go enjoy your new console

↳ Yn_ : REALLY ??? THANK YOU THANK YOU!! YUTA HONEY COME TO MY DORM I'LL SHOW YOU THE NEW GAMES

↳ Yuuuta : coming love

↳ Geto_OG : Satoru you're getting too soft with them

↳ Satoru_thegoat : they're young, let them do mistakes, let them learn from those mistakes and doing them again, it's not by grounding them that they'll learn, they have the right to be wrong and not be shamed for that, they regretted it, it's enough. If they didn't regret it, I wouldn't have removed the detention but I had a talk with Toge and Yn and they're truly sorry, no harm was done, so why insist ?

↳ Geto_OG : I almost had a tear

↳ Satoru_thegoat : fuck off mr.perfect

Hey love! Hope you liked it ? I didn't really know how to include Rika so I didn't but if there is a part.2, I'll think of a way to make it work!

with love <3

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jessicaloons · 10 months

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Chapter 2:

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you…

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5. October 2014:

Charles and I sat huddled together on the floor, backs leaned against the sofa. Dad in the armchair on the left, Hervé on the sofa, Arthur rolled up like a cat behind us.

"They shouldn’t race under this conditions, it’s not safe!" Hervé exclaimed and Dad nodded.

"They already stopped it to wait! They just should cancel it…" Dad agreed and Charles shook his head a little.

"It looks like they can still drive on the track, no?" he said and I nodded lightly.

"Yeah, but the sight for the one behind? Look at the spray! You don’t even want to close up the gaps because you don’t see any…" I began as one of the Sauber’s spun off the track and crashed into the barriers.

"Oh shit!" Arthur murmured behind us.

They waved a double yellow flag and Dad and Hervé scoffed.

"They should wave the red flag! There’s a crane next to the track! And why no safety car?"

We watched as the crane lifted up the sauber as a second car veered towards the same run-off area where the crane was and crashed right in it’s left rear wheel, the cameras cutting away from the crash site.

The livery showed exactly what team’s car it was.

"Who is that? Did you see?" Charles sat up abruptly, I saw the number of the car, 17.

"Charles… that is Jules…" I almost whispered as Hervé turned the TV volume up to listen to the broadcast properly.

I turned to look at Charles who paled and stiffened, then I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, he slowly turned to me, we both heard how the commentators said that Jules didn’t respond to his radio, and for the first time since I knew Charles, I saw something new flicker in his eyes: fear.

17. July 2015:

"Ok, calm down!" I tried to level Charles hot head but he just threw his helmet on the ground.

"He pushed me! Twice! Because of him I lost 3 positions! How was I supposed to get back up their in one lap?" he was fuming, understandably so.

"I know, but when you’re like this, it won’t help! You need to calm down!" I tried to reason with him, but he just scoffed.

"Calm down? Lizzie! He’s supposed to be our fucking teammate! But he always pulls shit like that? The last 3 races where all fucked up by him! I can’t afford to DNF that many times! I need good results!" he hissed and unzipped his suit.

"Charles, I know that all! But he is our teammate! You think you can’t effort some DNFs? We’ll think about being kicked out! So please! Calm down!" I grabbed him by his shoulders and he looked at me.

"He‘s still a little fucker!" he pouted.

"That he is!" I answered und hugged him.

"I just need to show the sponsors that I’m good and have potential! It’s so important!" he whispered and I sighed.

With two sons in motorsport, money ran out and Charles’ parents had to decide that for now they could only finance one career. Charles continued, as the older one and with having slightly more potential than Arthur, it was decided. Charles hated it and promised Arthur he would give his all to impress some sponsors and hopefully be able to get him back into karting and more.

But right now, it didn’t look too good as one of our teammates, Martin, was more than reckless and didn’t gave a shit whenever he kicked someone out of the race.

"I just want to leave." he stated and looked for his stuff, threw all his belongings in his backpack and then looked at me. I sighed and packed my stuff up as well.

"Let’s go, Charlie bear." I said and pushed him as he just groaned.

"You know how much I hate it when you call me that!" he glared at me.

"You secretly love it, just admit it!" I said and gave him my sweetest smile as he rolled his eyes.

"I just need to think of a name for you that you hate!" he said and we walked out where my brother was waiting for us, alone.

"Where’s the rest?" I asked him and Charles looked up from his phone and dropped it, paling instantly.

"I’m so sorry Charles. Your parents are already on their way, Mum and Dad are on their way and picking up Arthur, we’ll meet them in the hospital." my brother said it quietly and approached Charles then pulled him into his arms. I bent down, picking up Charles’ phone and saw the message from Lorenzo "Jules est mort" Jules died. We all knew that it didn’t look good, his condition had deteriorated. But still. He was there in some way. But now he was gone.

I stood there and didn’t know what to do, what to say. Over the last few years Jules became like another older brother to me, although our relationship never even close got to the connection that Charles and Jules had. Marcus released Charles and he stood there, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers, then we followed my brother to the car.

The drive to Nice was quiet. No one spoke, no music was played. I sat next to Charles in the backseat and held his hand. He didn’t move once, he just stared out the window. As we parked in front of the hospital, Marcus called Dad and a couple of minutes later my parents parked next to us, as they got out the car I saw how Mum slung an arm around Arthur’s shoulders. His eyes glassy, nose red. My Dad hugged Charles instantly.

"We’re waiting here for you. Just close family and friends. We don’t want to interrupt." my Dad explained and Charles nodded, Mum gave Arthur a kiss on his cheek and then did the same with Charles.

I stood next to Marcus who pulled me to his side and kissed my temple. As they started walking away Charles looked up and turned around, he looked at me.

"Can you come with me? Please, ma belle?" he said and stretched his hand out, I nodded and hastily stepped up and took his hand.

"Thank you." he whisperd and we walked into the hospital.

The funeral reception was attended by almost the entire F1 grid and some big names of the motorsports community. Even TV crews were around and I hated how they zoomed in on Charles and his family, rude reporters were yelling questions their way. During the whole morning, on the way to church, inside and on our way out, I held Charles hand and never let go once. Whenever I saw that it all overwhelmed him I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and as he looked up I smiled encouraging. When we were sitting on his bed in the evening, tired and exhausted, he looked at me for some time and I cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"How did you do it?" he asked and I looked at him confused "How did you manage to be so… so put together? He was important to you too! But you were just so… why weren’t you crying?" his voice was hoarse but it almost sounded accusatory.

"Don’t say it like that! Don’t think I didn’t cry! But I just… I wanted to be strong for you! I wanted to be there for you! I know how important he was to you! How much you loved him! And I was just… we were not like you…" I whispered as a tear slipped down my face and Charles looked heartbroken.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, ma belle! I just… you were so strong! I just didn’t know how you could be so strong when I was just so… I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that you thought you had to be strong for me and couldn’t just… ahhh I’m losing my English!" he said it with more and more frustration. Then he pulled me in his arms "I don’t know what I did to deserve you! I’m sorry that you thought you had to be strong for me! And I’m sorry for not being there for you, like you were for me!" he whispered and I hugged him tight.

"We’re always there for each other! You and me together!"

"You and me against the world!"

"Always!"

The weeks after Jules death weren’t easy for Charles, he was getting more and more frustrated with the situation within the team, or more with Martin. It was one week in September where the tension in the team got to a point where our coaches and supervisors finally had enough and sat Martin and Charles down and for some reason I had to participate too in this crisis meeting, not really knowing why.

"Why is Lizzie here? She has nothing to do with this!" Charles asked what I wanted to know.

"She’s here because she’s always caught in between you two! Last race she lost 3 positions because you two were fighting each other and made contact with her! And she’s here for you Charles, because when she’s around your attitude changes for the better!" Matthieu said and I rolled my eyes, while Martin just grinned.

"Wipe that grin out of your face! You’re the reason we’re here in the first place! Why the fuck can’t you be a team player?" I was furious.

"Lizzie!" Matthieu groaned.

"No Matthieu! It’s the truth! Since we’re racing for you, has there ever been a problem? No! He joins the team, behaves like an ass from day one, acts like he’s the king and we have to bow! Pushes us off the track and says then afterwards it was the adrenaline! He didn’t see us? Or we were in his line? It’s unfair!" I had to contain myself to not scream. Charles grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it.

"I think what Lizzie wanted to say, is that we never fought that hard within our own team, but you for some reason think we have to make way for you on the track! But we don’t, especially when we’re in front and you can’t pass us and the only way for you is to push us off!" Charles said, trying to sound calm but firm.

"I don’t see a problem, I’m obviously better than you! And I’m not making way for you or your little girlfriend, Leclerc!" Martin spat and Charles slammed his fist on the table.

“You don’t have to make way for me or my little girlfriend, BECAUSE WE ARE ALWAYS IN FRONT OF YOU!!!" Charles was furious and I could see that it wouldn’t take much for him to lose his temper completely.

"Yeah, sure Leclerc! Matthieu, I don’t care about them, I’m here to show that I am the best, that’s why a team from GP3 will approach me soon and then I don’t even care what you’re doing… Lizzie you won’t make it into any higher league, Leclerc.. well we’ll see." he sneered and I took a deep breath, I actually didn’t wanted to say it already, but I was fuming.

"Just so you know, Martin, I was approached by the Art Grand Prix Team and I will drive for them in GP3 next year…" I said and Martin’s eyes widened. Charles next to me inhaled sharply and I looked at him apologising but he just grinned.

"Yep and I will be her teammate next year… so, you were saying?" Charles smirked at Martin who got up and left.

"What just happened?" I looked at Charles who just pulled me into a hug.

"I didn’t wanted to tell you, because you haven’t heard something and I… I don’t know I just wanted to wait until you also got a seat!" Charles mumbled and I laughed relieved.

"Same! I was waiting for you getting a seat!" I answered and Charles chuckled.

We both then congratulated us at the same time and we laughed even more. Matthieu cleared his throat and we looked sheepishly at him.

"I’m so proud of you both! When they called and asked some questions about you I just knew that they would approach you both! You will be missed!" he said and got up and hugged us.

"But what are we doing now with Martin?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I’ll handle him, don’t worry! We’re only having a handful of races left for the season, we’ll deal with him!" he said and laughed.

Charles and I left and walked to where our parents were.

"So, GP3 next year?" I asked.

"GP3 next year, F2 the year after!" Charles answered and I just laughed and he pulled me into his side "You and me, against the world, Lizzie!"

"Always!" I replied and he smiled at me. And not for the first time I felt butterflies doing summersaults in my stomach.

"I swear to god, if I break any bones because of you, Leclerc, you’re a dead man walking!" I yelled and Charles only shook his head and breezed away on his ski’s. I leaned forwards and quickly caught up to him "We’re dead if they find out where we are!"

"Oh come on! It’s not our first time on a black slope!" he yelled back and accelerated and I followed him.

"But this is an orange one!" I yelled and passed him easily on my snowboard, then raced down the slope. As I arrived in the valley and waited for Charles I saw Lorenzo and Marcus talking to some girls, thankfully they hadn’t seen me and as soon as Charles arrived next to me I ushered him away.

"Why are we hiding behind the ski lift?" Charles asked taking his shades off.

"Because our brothers are there! When they see that we’re here instead of the slope we told our parents we would be, they’ll snitch on us or use it as leverage!" I answered and he nodded.

"Good thinking, Doetterer!" he said and I peered around the corner.

"They’re leaving!" I said and Charles nodded. "Let’s go back to the château, we’re already late!“

We stood together on the patio, everyone with a glass of champagne in hand.

"10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Happy New Year!" we were all cheering as the fireworks down in the village started. Charles pulled me close and hugged me.

"This is going to be our year, ma belle! We show the world that we’ll make it into F1, just like Max did!" he whispered and then kissed my cheek.

"You and me against the world." I whispered, trying to ignore the heat that spread on my face from his kiss.

"Always!" Charles replied and hugged me even tighter.

"Look at our two lovebirds… I think we really can start with the planning of their wedding!" Pascale said quietly to the others who all watched us.

"These two idiots are so oblivious! They will need years to realise that they’ve always belonged together!" Dad shrugged and they all started laughing, startling Charles and me and we looked over to our families, who were pretending to not notice us watching them.

"What does that mean exactly?" I asked in Italian and Charles next to me smiled proudly at me, for the past years he did his best to teach me Italian.

"You will basically be kind of our test and development drivers, drive for Haas or Sauber in some FP sessions, work in the simulator, be contracted to us for a considerable time." Massimo said and Charles looked at me, then our Dad's.

"Contracted to Ferrari?" my Dad asked and I’m jealous that his Italian sounds flawless.

"Yes, if the opportunity arises a promotion to Formula 1 might be possible in the future!” Massimo answered and I looked at Charles with big eyes.

"Surely you mean into a Ferrari powered partner team for the beginning?” Dad stated and Massimo nodded.

"Of course! A seat in Ferrari must be well earned and as a rookie it’s not easy to secure a seat at a top team! That’s why we have with Haas and Sauber our partnered teams!" Massimo said, Dad and Hervé looked satisfied.

"So? What do you say? Will you join the Ferrari Driver Academy?" he asked me and Charles and we looked at each other, then smiled.

"Where do we sign?" we both said in unison and Massimo handed us some documents and a pen each.

"He would be so proud of you, you know?" I whispered and Charles looked up "Starting in GP3, now a member of the Ferrari Driver Academy!"

"He would be proud of both of us…" he answered and I smiled. We sat together on the balcony of our hotel room, watching the setting sun "When will you leave?"

"Our flight is in the morning, Mum insist that I come home for the tutoring sessions…" I mumbled and Charles laughed quietly.

"Come on, only a couple more weeks and then you’re done!" he encouraged me and I nodded.

"I can’t wait for it to be over! I get it, she wanted me to graduate school, but I honestly don’t even know what I would do other than racing!" I answered and Charles chuckled as Dad stepped onto the balcony.

"You guys ready?" he asked and I nodded.

"Let’s go!" Charles said and got up "Pasta time!"

"Pizza and Pasta time!" I said and we followed our dads to our car.

At the famous Ristorante Montana we were greeted not only by Massimo, but also Sebastian and Maurizio Arrivabene.

"Lizzie! It’s so good to see you!" Sebastian said and hugged me "Charles, good to see you too!" he patted Charles back and then greeted our Dads.

"So you’re the future of Ferrari?" Arrivabene said and Charles and I got caught off guard "I’m just messing with you, I mean not entirely! We expect great things from you! But for now, let’s enjoy tonight and in the next weeks we will see what to do with you!"

With that said we had an amazing evening together. Talking about the upcoming races in GP3, some races we could attempt later in the year. Meeting Ferraris second driver Kimi Räikkönen, Ferraris last world champion. As we said our goodbyes and got back in the car Charles and I could only smile from ear to ear.

"Oh come one, Lizzie! It’s just 4 days!" Charles whispered and hugged me tighter.

"That’s not the point! I just don’t want to go home and have 3 days full of tutoring! Can’t we start celebrating on Saturday? 3 day bash for an 18th birthday?" I answered and Charles laughed.

"Nope! You’re coming on Monday and then we’ll celebrate!" he just said and I only nodded, hugged Hervé goodbye and together with Dad I went through the security check.

"Little owl, you should smile! You’re starting in GP3 in 2 weeks, you’re now a member of the FDA, you’re turning 18 on Monday! Cheer up, would ya!" Dad tried to brighten my mood and I shrugged my shoulders "I know you don’t like tutoring, but it’s only a handful of days and then you’ll have your exams and you’re done with school!” the thought of that made me smile.

He was right. Good things were about to happen…

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Little Note:

That’s it, chapter 2 is out - a bit sad, but it’s a part of Charles’ life, therefore part of Lizzie’s 😔. But Chapter 3 is going to be a really funny one! And for the first time we’ll have a little bit of Charles' POV…

Please leave a comment/ like/ reblog/ message and tell me how you liked it! I’m dying to hear your thoughts! I’m open to any criticism, bad or good, it doesn’t matter!

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Last but not least, English is not my first language and although I tried my best: please forgive me any mistakes I made!

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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War pigs

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Roman reigns x Y/N

"Generals gathered in their masses!!

Just like witches at black masses!!

Evil minds that plot destruction!!

Sorcerer of deaths construction!

In the fields the body's burning!!

As the war machine keeps turning!!"

Why not use the war games theme song for inspiration?! I think it's fitting!!🤷

Warnings: SMUT!! Entirely based on my own dirty ass thoughts about him in that cage!!!😩 Errors I may have missed. My war games fic!!

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I stood backstage watching them walk out to where the cages were in the screen. Jey was supposed to start the match but him and Roman had a hug in the middle of the walk way before he walked into the cage. The moment i saw him sit in there nothing else mattered. I didn't care about anything else just watching my man in that cage. The other team having someone go out next made me worry for jey but I knew Jimmy would probably go out next to help his brother.

The buzzer rag and the cage door opened and Jimmy went to go out but Roman grabbed his shirt, stopping him in his tracks and shook his head. He looked at Sami and pointed for Sami to go out, then looked back at Jimmy and used his hand to point to the floor of the cage for jimmy to come back in.

I bit my lip, thinking about when he did that to me ordering me on my knees. I clenched my thighs together "fuck" I mumbled to myself. "Girl are you ok?" Bianca asked me. "Huh? Oh... Yeah I'm fine!" She looked at the screen and saw Roman sitting the chair "girl if that was montez I'd be in the same boat as you!" She said as we both giggled!

"I don't know why that's so hot but it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen!" I said my eyes moving between her and the screen. "Like I want to run out there and into that cage and let him have his way with me!" Just then I looked at the screen and he was the only one left in the cage. "Fuck me!!" I yelled at the tv! "Oh my gods that's fucking hot!!"

"hurry up with this damn match so I can jump my husbands bones dammit!!" I yelled not realizing the whole locker room could hear me.

"you kink fuck!" I heard shotzi yell.

"shut up that's hot as fuck!!" I yelled back.

"whats hot as fuck?" I heard a deep voice behind me say. I turned around and saw the very person i desired. Bianca looked at me "call me later!" She winked at me before walking away, leaving me and him alone. "You in that cage was hot as fuck!!" I smiled.

"you liked that huh?" He smirked. He snaked his hands through my hair before pulling it and yanking my head back "what if told you to get in your knees right here?!" He growled, a small whimper escaping my lips. "as horny as I am right now I probably would!" I smiled.

"dirty girl!" He smiled. "How about we finish this in the locker room?"

"I thought you'd never ask!!" I said as he grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers as well walked down the hallway. Walking through the door he checked to make sure no one else was inside before he pulled me in and locked the door. "they can wait! I want my wife!" He growled pinning me to the wall before connecting his lips to my neck, gently nibbling on the sensitive skin. Lifting my shirt over my head, he tossed it to the floor before taking his boots off and pushing them aside. I took my shorts and panties off, throwing them across the room.

"jump baby girl!" He commanded.

I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs Around his waist as he pinned me to the cold wall again. "you're so fucking beautiful!" He praised as he slid inside me making us both groan out in pleasure. "I love you so fucking much baby girl!" He groaned "I love you to!" I said digging my nails into his shoulders. The sounds of our skin slapping together echoed off the walls along with our moans. I didn't even care in this moment if one of the others walked in.

"who's pussy is this?!" He growled "yours daddy!" I moaned out. "does Daddy fuck this pussy good?" He said, pounding into me harder making my eyes roll back in my head "huh? Tell me who fucks this pussy good baby!" He groaned.

"you daddy!" I moaned out, my head falling against the wall. Feeling the knot in my stomach tense even more and finally burst as an earth shattering orgasm rocked my body "oh fuck yes baby girl!! Milk my cock you whore! Uhh fuck I'm gonna fill this pussy full! Uhh fuck yes!!" He groaned before I felt his cock twitch inside me and his thrusts became sloppy before he finally stilled inside me as we both tried to catch our breath "fu- fuck!" He said in between breaths "I need to be in a cage more often!!"

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partyanimal167 · 1 year

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The Hot Neighbor- Zoro x F!Readee

I saw this art on tiktok and kept enjoying this little idea in my head. It's pretty simple and cutesy.

CW: fluff, suggestive, modern au

You really didn't believe someone could be so dense. But then again, this was working in your favor.

Your neighbor was not like what you expected to be when you first moved into your new apartment.

You had just finished moving the last box inside and was sipping your water in the Sun by the moving truck. It was a nice summer day, and you wanted to enjoy the weather before you went inside and hyperfixated on unpacking.

You looked up to see one of the most gorgeous men you've ever seen.

Sweat dripped down his face and some of his green hair was slick on his skin. He was totally sweating through his green hoodie, and you wondered what type of workout he was doing. His gray sweatpants slightly hung low on his hips, so there was a peek of skin you could see. You caught yourself eyeing the man and blushed when you two made eye contact. He nodded in your direction as he passed by and you weakly returned the gesture. If that was what you got see every now and then, you definitely chose the right place.

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The next time you see the man was when you heard someone roughly jiggling your door handle as if they were going to break it.

You cautiously approached your front door with a skillet in your nondominant hand. You peeked into the peephole and was surprised to see the handsome man looking annoyed.

"Oi Luffy! Let me in!"

You were confused but seemed to understand there was some type of misunderstanding here. You opened the door a bit and stepped to the side. "Uh, I think you might have the wrong apartment."

For a moment, there was a surprised look on his face before he grumbled. "Shit, not again." He apologized sincerely and even though you had no idea how someone doesn't know where they live, he seemed nice. You exchanged names and goodbyes. You giggled mentally as your eyes lowered, watching him walk away. Let, right, left, right.

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Zoro turned out to be a unique character who you got to know more through him randomly popping at your door and seeing him on his daily runs. You still had no idea which apartment was his, but you assumed he was at least in the same building as you.

There were times when he lost his key and his roommate wasn't home, so he did end up at your place purposefully to hang out. His company was pleasant, and you two typically watched a show while drinking.

After months, you figured he was going to catch onto you ogling him, but if he did, he never said anything. You knew there were some things that weren't really important to him, so you felt fine enjoying the eye-candy.

It was another tv night, so you had gone to the kitchen to grab your favorite snacks. As you grabbed a bowl, you heard a muttered cuss from you companion. You continued on getting ready and turned to leave.

You froze right in your tracks.

You always wondered what muscles were sculpted and hiding under his clothes, and for whatever reason, they were right in your view as Zoro leaned both arms on the wall as he blocked the exit. He looked down at you lazily.

"Oi y/n, I spilled my drink. Got anything I could wear?"

You brain was short-circuiting as you stared blankly at his chest and how big he seemed taking up all that space. You heard his question, but other more inappropriate thoughts were flooding your mind. You took a deep breath and smiled innocently. "Oh yeah, uh, sure." you took a step forward, but Zoro didn't move at all. "What is it?"

Zoro grinned at you before moving aside. "Nothing." You walked passed him and couldn't help feeling his gaze on you.

You rushed to place the snacks on the coffee table before going to your room hoping to find something that would fit the man. You were trying to stop your mind from going absolutely feral. There was something mischievous in Zoro's glance that you hadn't seen before. Your face warmed as you finally pulled out a large sweatshirt. You turned just as Zoro arrived in your doorway--taking up space again. You handed him the shirt.

"Din't think you'd have anything in my size."

You shrugged. "It belonged to my ex. Still might be a little snug." Zoro as halfway through putting the shirt on before he reversed it and tossed it on your bed. "Hey! What's wrong?"

"Tch, I'm not wearing anything your shitty ex wore." Zoro grunted.

You rolled your eyes. "What else are you going to wear? Besides, I'm over them. It's whatever."

"I rather stay like this."

You looked at him blankly then at his chest and up again. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?" He grumbled.

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Seriously, how dense could this guy be? You shook your head and pointed at the shirt. "Now." You enjoyed as the man reluctantly clothed himself and how the shirt clung like a second skin--big chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath. "Okay let's finish our show."

You walked passed him and squealed as Zoro pulled you against his back and rested his head on your shoulder. He chuckled as he gently held your hips. "How about you let me take this off, so you can really check out the merchandise."

Thanks for reading!

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modelbus · 1 year

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Hi!

Could you write a x reader for Wilbur, where the reader is dating wilbur but they live long distance? But on Christmas eve the reader shows up to his house to surprise him? Sorry if that dosnet make sense!

It’s most definitely still Christmas time! Woo! (I’m so late)

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Simple Surprises

You trudge through the snow, trying your best to move quickly but not fall on your ass. Why did Wilbur have to live next to the iciest sidewalk in the whole world? All you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend, not put your life on the line.

Really, your mistake was not taking the Uber all the way to his flat. But it was Christmas eve, meaning even these roads were packed. You thought it'd be easier if you walked, but apparently not.

The snow was pretty, though. Glistening white, perfectly pristine. It came just in time for a white Christmas.

Carefully triple-checking the address, you finally reach the building Wilbur lives in. Assuming the address isn't wrong, and he didn't move within the last few days. God, why were you so nervous?

Although your relationship with Wilbur was long-distance, you often planned to meet up. When he had asked if you wanted to come over for Christmas with him, you had made some bullshit excuse about not being able to. All so you could turn the tables on him and surprise him.

Now that you're actually here though, you can't help but think this was a bad idea. What if he wasn't even at home? What if he had made different plans for Christmas?

No, you had literally talked to him earlier and he told you he wasn't doing anything. In fact, he planned to watch Captain America at Tommy's request! You told him you were going out with friends to cover your tracks, and he didn't doubt a word.

Marching up to his door, so familiar for something you've only really seen a few times, you hesitate. Not out of anxiety or irrational fear, but excitement. Spending Christmas with Wilbur would be a blast, and you can't wait to see his reaction to you being here.

With that in mind, you knock thrice and wait.

"Hang on!" You hear his voice from somewhere inside, and you smile to yourself.

Something crashes inside, startling you, but the door is flung open to reveal a wide-eyed Wilbur. If you had to wager a guess, he just ran across his flat.

"Sorry, I-" He cuts himself off, gaping at you.

"Nothing to be sorry about. Actually, I think I might've gotten the wrong door?"

"Like hell you did."

He tugs you into him, crashing his lips against yours. You laugh into the kiss, looping your arms around his neck. It's so nice to be here with him, feeling a solid body instead of having to stare at a video call.

"You told me you were busy." Wilbur accuses you once he stops kissing you. He doesn't let you go further than an arm's length though.

"I might've lied, but it was for the greater good. I wanted to surprise you!"

"I'm fucking surprised. I love you. How long are you here for?"

"Just a week." It was the longest you could get away from home, and you're already wishing it was more.

"A week's better than nothing." He assures you, "And I know exactly what to do first!"

"Oh yeah?"

You let him tug you to his couch, reveling in how large his smile is. You've missed this. Hell, you've missed him.

His Tv is paused on a movie, and he doesn't hesitate to pull you down onto the couch with him. Within seconds he's gone full octopus mode, pressing your bodies together to maximize physical contact.

"Cuddling?" You ask, thankful you slipped off your shoes at the door.

You're already melting, muscles relaxing. He's warm, a stark contrast to the winds and snow outside.

"You're here for Christmas, right?" He asks quietly, not yet resuming the movie.

"Of course."

"Good. I almost bought a train ticket to see you, plans be damned."

"Wil!"

"But I'm glad you're here."

"Me too."

He keeps staring at you with the same dopey expression on his face, and you stare back for a few seconds before laughing.

"Are you going to resume the movie?" You ask.

"What?"

"The movie."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Just admiring you first."

He presses another kiss to your lips before clicking play.

This is exactly where you're meant to be.

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mbappebby · 1 year

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Legacy || Seven

Jude Bellingham x Luna Hamilton (OC)

Summary: Luna gets in a bad crash, Jude isn’t there and starts to fear for the worst..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Luna get into the a bad crash while Jude is watching with the England squad and he gets worried as he isn’t there in the paddock. Also, by anonymous: Hey! Can you do one where Luna gets into a pretty bad crash and Jude gets all worried as he’s watching as he isn’t at the track, Lewis eventually calls him to tell him that you will be alright x

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Taglist: @i0veless @sidcrosbyspuck @ferrariblues @cinderellawithashoe

“You going to watch the Grand Prix today, bro?” Trent asked as they were walking back inside after training. “Is that even a question?” Jude replied. “I’ll be there too!” Reece said.

“What you guys going to watch?” Marcus asked. “The Italian Grand Prix” Trent told him. “Awh, Jude is supporting his girlfriend” Jadon teased. “Shut up man” Jude mumbled.

“Where is she starting?” Declan asked as most of the boys were in the chill out room now. “P2, Lewis in front and Max behind” Jude added as they all their eyes to the TV.

“Luna, P2 start today. Hoping to keep that position or maybe even go for the win?”

“I’m hoping too, need to beat my dad but hopefully. But you know, starting front row is always amazing so just want to keep that position or maybe go for the win”

“Thank you Lu, good luck today!”

“Thank you!”

“Have you met Lewis?” Trent asked. “Yeah, multiple times” Jude replied. “Bro, imagining have Lewis Hamilton as a father in law” Mason added.

“Jude doesn’t have to imagine it” Marcus said. “That’s crazy, don’t break her heart or you will be dead within seconds” Jesse added.

“All the drivers to be after you” Bukayo said. “I already know, they all gave me a talk when I went to a race not long ago” Jude told them as the race had started.

“—Oh oh, that’s an awful crash there, Luna Hamilton is still in that car that is upside down..”

“It’s obvious a red flag but my gosh, that was awful to watch. She couldn’t go anywhere, she was pushed and her car flipped over a few times and still flipped over now..”

“We will tell you information when we get it, let’s just all pray that Luna is okay”

LH44: “Please, tell me that she is alright..”

GR63: “Is she okay?!”

CL16: “That’s a big one guys, is she okay?”

MV1: “That was Lu, right? Is she alright?!”

LN4: “Please tell me she’s okay..”

SV5: “Is Lu okay?!”

“All the drivers are desperate to know if Luna is alright as all the radio messages come in, I wouldn't be able to describe to you how Lewis is feeling after seeing his daughter crash like that.."

Cameras panned onto Lewis who has his face his hands, a lot of the Mercedes team was trying to comfort him.

Lewis pushed passed the cameras and made his way to the Mclaren garage. The team gave him a faint smiles and patted his shoulders. “Any information?” Lewis asked.

“Her radio was damage, can’t get anything out of her” His daughter’s race engineer said as Lewis kept looking at the screens.

Soon enough everyone was back in the pit lane and hoping that they would get information on Luna soon. All the boys thought her as a younger sister, they couldn’t lose her like this…

Lewis couldn’t lose his daughter like this either..

The cheers from the crowd made all the boys look up to the screens, Luna was out of the car and hopping on one leg over to the ambulance.

Luna gave the camera a thumbs up before the ambulance doors were closed behind her. Lewis let out a sigh of relief as quite of a lot of the drivers came over and hugged him.

“Luna giving a camera a thumbs up there, I think all of us can breathe now knowing that she is okay. A lot of the drivers there, coming over to hug Lewis…how he has stayed this calm watching his daughter crash I won’t know”

“We give you the best of recovery Luna, we will hopefully see you back in the car soon. For now, we are all just so glad you are okay!”

All the boys were shocked when they seen the crash, Jude was just staring at the TV hoping that he was see his girlfriend out of the car, but he hasn’t seen anything yet.

“She will be alright” Trent said. “How do you know that, man?!” Jude exclaimed as he walked out of the room. “I’ll go and check on him” Reece added as he left to follow Jude.

“I can’t imagine how Lewis must be feeling” Marcus said. “He’s has to get back in the car after his daughter crashed like that..” Mason added.

“How anyone of them can get back in the car after crashes like these happen I won’t know” Declan said. “They may cancel the race” Bukayo added.

After some time Jude and Reece came back into the room. Just in time, as on the screen Luna was out of the car and hopping her way to the ambulance.

She gave the camera a thumbs up before the doors or the ambulance closed. “Thank God..” Jude mumbled with a faint smile on his face.

“You can breathe now, she’s okay” Trent added as he gave the younger boy a squeeze on his shoulder. “Lewis is getting back in the car, after that?” Jadon asked.

“Lu would kill him, knowing she was the reason he didn’t continue the race. Lewis will win this for her, I’m telling you know” Jude said. “I’m sure he will, then he will most likely phone you when he gets any more information on Lu” Marcus added.

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lewishamilton: Today just shows all the dangers that come within the sport, knowing you have to you get back into the car after a crash like that happened. For me to get back in that car, knowing that it was daughter that crashed hit me was an unforgettable feeling. I didn’t want to go back out and race, but I knew that Lu would of killed me if I didn’t. That win was for her today. As a parent, you always want to know that your children are okay and safe. I didn’t know that today and it was a feeling I can’t explain..

An update on Lu, she is doing great and thanks everyone for all the kind and supporting messages she has received. She needs to stay in the hospital over night but should be out tomorrow. The only damage is that she has broken her leg, meaning she will be out for a few races but she will be back better than ever. We are going to take so time off social media, but thank you again for all the messages. See you all soon❤️🙏🏾

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lewishamilton I’ll call you later, she’s all okay you can breathe❤️

valtteribottas Happy your okay Lu!

k.mbappe Glad she’s okay man❤️

marcusrashford Thank God🙏🏾❤️

mclaren Thank you for the update Lewis!

charles_leclerc Lu, glad your okay sis

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landonorris Thanks Lewis, happy your okay Lu!

georgerussell63 Happy she’s okay man❤️

maxverstappen1 Glad your alright, Lu!

danielricciardo Can’t imagine what you must have been feeling, glad she’s alright man!❤️

mercedesamgf1 Happy your okay lil Hamilton!

“You scared the shit out of me, Lu” Jude said. “I’m sorry babe, I’m okay I promise I only broke my leg which won’t take long to recover” Luna said.

“I know, but still you scared me so much. I felt helpless as I couldn’t do anything” Jude added. “Oh, J. I don’t need to feel like that, I’m here ain’t I?” Luna replied.

“I know, go to sleep now and relax” Jude added. “I will, dad will text you in the morning. I love you, J” Luna said. “Okay, love you too Lu” Jude added.

She was okay.

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kittyball23 · 9 months

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By Your Side (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch and Poppy converse, after the former starts to leave and have self-doubts

A/N: A combined request - JaydeDog from Wattpad, who wanted a scenario in which Branch tells his brothers about their Grandmother’s death, and @trollsstanlol, who wanted a scene written based on the TV spot where Branch and Poppy hug 🙂

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Thick, cloudlike fog surrounded the high mountainous area. With the altitude that they were at, it was no surprise to find that there was a light layer of snow, which crunched underfoot with each step that was taken, frosty and cold. Though, if it did happen to send a chill through Branch, he wouldn’t have been able to tell. He was too hot with frustration, and had wandered off blindly onto the vast red pathway that led away from the grand, glitzy, diamond-studded city. Mount Rageous, he reminded himself that it was called, and Branch scoffed. Darn right it is. He could certainly feel the rage coming onto him if he kept this up any longer. Which is why he chose not to keep it up. He trudged off, wishing he wouldn’t succumb to feeling so angry so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. With twenty years of practice at being grumpy, it came quite easy. Especially when his brothers triggered it to come out. He’d thought he could control it, but his tolerance only continued to lessen with each brother that was tagging along. First with John Dory. Then Spruce. Then Clay. An argument was inevitable… surely, they’d felt the tension in the air beforehand, right? JD couldn’t possibly be oblivious to the frowns Branch made whenever he’d try and sneak in a noogie or punch to the shoulder. Spruce couldn’t just disregard the way Branch would roll his eyes when he’d casually hum a tune from their past. Clay couldn’t not hear the way Branch grumbled at his obnoxious laugh when he’d cracked a couple of jokes to JD and Spruce, like everything was fine. Pfft. Everything is NOT fine. And it seemed like those bozos were finally getting the message, with the manner that they’d reacted to Branch’s hard words minutes prior, cold like the air around him…

“You LEFT me. I was ALONE. How can I call you my brothers? Why would ANYONE do something awful like that to their ‘family’?” Branch demanded to know.

“How could you have been alone, Branch?” John Dory had asked. “Grandma was with you!”

“Grandma DIED!”

This made JD go stiff. “Wh…what?”

“Branch,” Spruce piped up uncertainly, “when did - “

“When did it happen? Pfft. A couple of years after you left. She waited EVERY DAY hoping you guys would come back, and she suffered a miserable death at the hands of a bloodthirsty Bergen with that hope NEVER fulfilled. And I had NOBODY after that…"

The three brothers were speechless, horrified to hear what had happened to their youngest of the bunch. JD looked confused, as though he couldn’t comprehend that there was anything bad that possibly could’ve happened to him after the band had broken up and gone their separate ways. Spruce looked down at the ground in shame, feeling his heart clench for his late grandparent. Clay rubbed his arm, his ears drooping slightly in the sadness of it all.

“Branch, I - I mean…” Clay had begun to stutter.

“We didn’t know!” JD blurted.

“Yeah, I can see that. That’s pretty obvious. In fact, you guys don’t know a LOT of things. Like what it does to your baby brother when you go off and do something like ABANDON him!”

“But we didn’t mean - “ Spruce tried to defend, but had been cut off.

“Oh, what, you didn’t mean it? Yeah right. All you did was think about nobody but yourselves…”

“Branch! Where are you going?”

“Far, far away… from YOU!”

Branch shuddered some, but didn’t let it bother him. It was a little nippy outside, but he had a tolerance for the elements. Heck, he’d walk all the way back to Pop Village if he had to. But it looked like that plan was to be halted in its tracks.

Branch heard a rapid patter of footsteps rushing in behind him, and a voice he could manage to listen to all day call his name.

“Branch!”

That is, if he was in the mood to listen. Not even Poppy’s voice could placate him at this point. Or so he thought.

When Branch failed to stop, he suddenly felt Poppy’s presence right behind him, and she quickly made to grab his hand. The grip was firm and steadfast, and it worked at making him pause this time, though he didn’t turn around just yet. Poppy saw this, and she spoke, the tone in her voice as unyielding as her grasp.

“I have been by your side from the moment we met, and you’ve been by mine…”

She said nothing more for the minute that followed, allowing Branch the silence he needed to think. She’d been able to read his behavior well over the course of time that they’d been friends, and she knew that Branch - as a Troll of fewer words that she would ever be - needed this opportunity. And he did take advantage of it.

Since the moment we met…

Branch could in fact remember the moment they’d met, and what she was saying was true. She was there, the whole time, checking in on him throughout the years of their childhood and beyond it, seeing if there was any way she could help at cheering him up or becoming his friend, while he, through it all, had just pushed her away in the manner that he had learned to grow accustomed to in his grayness. She was ever faithful, ever caring, being there all the way through their teen years and into their adulthood, and on that fateful rescue mission to Bergen Town that changed things between them. And the more he thought about it, the more his anger was turning into sadness. The realization had hit him that he could never hold a candle to flame. She’d pulled much more weight in the whole “being there” department than he had, that was for sure. He’d only been there for her once they started to become friends, once he’d regained his colors and actually started to tolerate things like hugs and songs. Anything prior to that, he felt greatly embarrassed for, and Branch wished he could do anything to take back all those mean words he’d said to her, any moment that he’d childishly ripped up one of her invitations in front of her (only to sheepishly put them back together again once he’d gotten into his bunker), any time she was just being herself and he’d rejected her.

It was all voiced in the one conclusion that he could come up with: “I’m not good enough…”

This took Poppy aback. “What?”

He whirled around to finally face her, grimness on his face. “What I said,” he replied. “You shouldn’t have bothered, Poppy. I was never worth your time…”

Poppy shook her head vigorously, “No, Branch, that isn’t—“

He cut her off before she had the chance to finish with, “It IS true. We both know it. No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be…” The word ‘good enough’ stuck in Branch’s throat, and he had to swallow it down. He was starting to get that same feeling again, when he was thinking those very same things after BroZone's failed performance that had caused the band to break up. He hadn't been good enough for them. Now he wasn't even good enough for his own girlfriend. That was what hurt the most of all. The girl he loved brought down along with him just because he couldn't get his act straightened out.

But Poppy thought otherwise.

“Branch, I’ve become a much better person because of you. You've taught me so much - You've shown me so many things about myself that I would otherwise have never known. Without you, I wouldn't have even learned how to be a good queen... or a good friend." She paused and squeezed his hand tighter. "Everyone has problems sometimes, Branch, and there's nothing wrong with that. What matters is how to work through them. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

Branch regarded Poppy, taking in what she was saying. Poppy didn’t sound like herself - or, rather the Poppy that he’d first met. The Trolling who was chipper 24/7, and whom he’d heard whine to her friends and father about Branch being so grumpy and not wanting to join in on the parties that she would invite him to. This Poppy sounded much more mature, and, if what she was saying was true, he never would’ve imagined that the cause for her change was him. Had he really done that?

Well, she did change ME, he thought. She changed him from losing himself completely from his dark outlook on life, from spending gruesome days thinking that he’d be better off dead to instead appreciate the life he had, even with its ups and downs.

“You really believe that?” he asked her.

“Of course I do, ” she said, giggling to lift the tension.

“Why?” he whispered.

“Because I love you, Branch,” she answered, as though it were obvious. She opened her arms out and looked at him expectantly, to which he gave in and scooped her in for an embrace he hadn’t realized he needed.

“And I love you, Queen Poppy,” he mumbled into her ear. They leaned against each other’s foreheads once they parted, his blue eyes looking deeply into her bright fuschia.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that again,” she said, referring to his belief that he hadn’t been good enough.

“All right. I won’t,” Branch assured her, clasping her hand in his again.

She smiled at him, then looked over to the direction where the caterbus was parked further along the pathway. “Do you wanna go back?”

He glanced warily in the same direction she was looking, not quite ready to see his brothers’ faces again so quickly. “Actually, um… do you think we could just wait a few? I promise it won’t be long…”

She nodded her head understandingly. “Whatever you want.”

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A/N: I had to make another Shrek the Third reference in there with Artie’s “Far Far Away” line lmao. Seems to me that Branch was walking off after some kind of argument with the way he’s frowning in the “Chance” TV spot. I bet there’s going to be plenty of Broppy fluff happening in that scene ❤️ (plus, I really hope we get a flashback of kiddo-Poppy and kiddo-Branch meeting!😯)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #grandma rosiepuff #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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