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not so perfect strangers | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x private fem!reader SUMMARY: after getting completely splashed by a passing car, y/n throws all 'stranger danger' warnings out the window and hitches a ride home.

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[ caption: OMFG THIS CAR JUST SPLASHED ME NOW I'M SOAKED😭😭😭 couldn't even see the driver ughh ]

[ caption: it's been almost 1 hr and i still look like a wet rat🙃 soo guess who's hitching a ride? (if i don't update within 2 hrs CALL THE POLICE PLS) ]

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[ caption: no need to worry anymore, your girl made it back home🙂‍↕️ ]

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yourusername "stranger danger" but not this one !! 🙂‍↕️

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yourfriend girl what- is this who I think it is???

yourusername 🤭🤭

yourbestfriend UHM DINNER TOOO????

yourusername messaging u rn girly🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

landonorris Again soon?👀

yourusername again tmrw? landonorris Again tomorrow. yourbestfriend what. the. fuck.

yourfriend pretty girl <33

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[ caption: Day 2 ]

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[ caption 1: mixing friend groups >>> ] [ caption 2: another day, another slay 🙂‍↕️ ]

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A couple days later...

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[ caption 1: this is awkward ahaha... how about we all just forget about my silly goofy little story FOREVER AGO pretty please😁 ]

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yourbestfriend "he's dead to me"🤡🤡

yourusername pfft tomato tomato right ahaha 😁

yourfriend folding after only 5 days is clown shit lmfao

yourfriend LMAOOO where did all that energy go??

yourusername new phone who dis😀

yourfriend Y/N STAND TF UP OMFG???

yourusername b-but pretty flowers🥺 yourfriend a lost cause I see...

yourfriend I spy with my little eye a whole damn circus!

yourfriend so real tbh

yourusername i knew you'd get me babe 🙂‍↕️

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[ caption: STOP EATING ME UP IN THE REPLIES OMFG?? PLS FRIENDS I'M JUST A GIRLLL ]

A few months later...

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f1gossipofficial According to this picture sent to us by a fan in China, it seems Lando Norris has brought Y/N along with him for the upcoming Grand Prix.

The duo has been the subject of rumours and sightings together for a while now. Could this weekend finally mark the debut of a new wag?

They certainly appear close in the photo! 👀

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username just fell to my knees in walmart🧎‍♂️

username aw that picture is so cuteee i already love them together <33

username i feel like she's stuck up tbh cause i've been requesting to follow her for almost a month now and nothing. like girl you're not that important please😒

username uhmm...you're a weirdo username lmaooo how about you go live your life then if she isn't that important what💀

username I saw them too!! I asked for a pic with lando and she was super sweet and took it for us :)

username aw that makes me happy to hear username she did the same to me in monaco 🫶

username she gives bad vibes...

username y'all say that about everyone omg stfu

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[ caption 1: entering my lucky charm era hmm?👀 ] [ caption 2: AHHH P2 OMFG!!!! SO PROUD OF U LAN ❤️ ❤️ (you're welcome also 😌) ]

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username rip lando's single era 😞💔

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username day 593 of begging you to make your insta public🥹 username with the way y'all treated Luisa I doubt that will happen username who tf is y'all?🤨

username P2 LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

username ik everyone's been hating but I actually like that y/n's super private bc it shows she's with him for the right reasons :)

username right she seems genuine 🫶

username so proud of you lando 🧡🧡

username LAST PIC SHOULD BE MEEE

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taeyoonge · 10 months

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#btsgif #dailybangtan #btsedit #dailybts #bangtanedit #trackofthesoul #annietrack #heyryen #hoseok #jhope #bts #ad:gif #*cleaning drafts #umm hi so we have these year old drafts and just want to clear them so #you guys will get very random gifs #bye 🏃‍♀️

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aimeedaisies · 4 months

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#k bye 🏃‍♀️#merry christmas #🥰

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timothylawrence · 3 months

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all I’m saying is if ea gale was the finalized look most of those Gale fans would be asty fans

#ewbie.txt #to delete #if he had the darker hair and skin + hooked nose? nah that’s tooooo ambiguous #there’s only so racially ambiguous gale can get before people start leaving 🚶‍♀️#OK IM DONE BYE 🏃‍♀️

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myork · 2 years

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a naked mr. jung for @hobis-suga @marvelousbangtan @lesbianslovejhope @arsoninthebox @hobeah 🥰

#🏃‍♀️💨#i feel like everyone should be reminded this happened <333333 #not to be sappy but im so happy we talk :( u guys are very cool <3 #this set made me change my entire sharpening n colouring routine jsdjjsdf u better like it ok bye ly #hoseok #bts #btsgif #jhsdaily #usersky #userkelli #esmetracks #trackofthesoul #annietrack #dailybts #tusercelia #tuserdaisy

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em-remi · 2 years

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Random Eddie Munson HCs

Hey! Haven’t written anything is such a long time and honestly really miss it! It makes me feel better and helps with the maladaptive daydreaming.

So have fun looking into my brain of how I see eddie - he’s a menace 100% (spoiler free :) ) 18+ only!

calls his SO so many different pet names

some are super cute and heart melty

and some are like 👀 ’wait what did you just call me’?

when others call him “freak” and other shit you get so fired up

he tries to calm you down

“it’s okay bruiser let’s go home”

“come on, no bloodshed today slugger”

definitely likes to lightly bite and lick his SO

that can be their fingers, nose, chin, cheek, ankle - literally any body part

he likes your little giggles when he does it

or when you look at him like ‘really munson?’

asking to bite his dimples in return

really wanting to lick/kiss his eyes but can’t

he makes cannibal jokes after

nibbles a little bit on his hair when it’s wet

hair beard!

if you are confused he likes to grab his hair and pull over his chin like a beard

even does some voices

sometimes he’ll hold his hand (or some other tool like a spatula, hairbrush, etc) like its a microphone while he is singing a song.

then he’ll move his hand so it’s in front of your mouth silently telling you it’s your turn

sometimes you know the words and sometimes not, either way he’s giving you that bright smile and bopping his head like you are giving the performance of a lifetime.

“yeah go baby go!” as you go monotone, repeating the lyrics back to him.

gets the zoomies like a doggo

will jump off his seat like a rocket when he’s happy or excited

sometimes needs to do a little lap and then will come sit back down

okay 18+

but he definitely likes to sniff your panties

OKAY yeah I know don’t @ me!

but he does okay! take it up with eddie!

he likes when you laugh or shout at him to stop or when you even get a little bit more turned on bc of it

you can’t really blame him when you are giving him all that positive reinforcement!

you guys will watch saturday morning cartoons together

sitting cross-legged with cereal in your laps

sometimes wayne would have just came back from a shift and sleeping so you guys know to keep it down

i’ve seen other people talk about how he doesn’t eat a lot of fruit/veggies

and I totally agree

the little shit will mispronounce words on purpose

sometimes his poker face is so good you can’t tell if he’s joking or not

“what is a man-go?”

loves messing with you

one year he licked a banana slug and his whole mouth and tongue went numb for like an hour.

he was ‘oh shit i’m gonna be numb forever!’

trying to decide how long he should wait it out until getting help/telling someone

it went away so all was good

okay i’m projecting that one happened to me at camp one year

i don’t remember how old i was - maybe middle school age - I got dared okay!

speaking of eddie & dares

at the beginning of the relationship you felt like you had to be the sane one and tell him not to do shit

“no eddie don’t let your buddy tase you!”

“get off the ground you are not licking that!”

didn’t take long to learn that he is just fucking with you - he likes you telling him no

he finds it funny and it makes him feel like you care

so it turns from “don’t eddie or I swear to god” into “yeah babe do it”

and he just looks at you, eyes widening telling you he’s gonna

and you just stare back like ‘do it - i wanna see’

just staring each other down

turns into a game of chicken

he usually backs down

but honestly depending on the audience

you are a polaroid couple 100%

he has a sweet little picture of you in his wallet 🥺

and one of you looking like an absolute demon

it’s all about balance you see

#leaving this here and running bye 🏃‍♀️#this was fun!#might do some more when my head refuels with more ideas #also tase is spelled with a 's' and not a 'z'#since when #?? i learn new things everyday #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things

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cerealmonster15 · 1 year

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The Comfort of Familiarity [JamiAzu] [Book 6 Spoilers]

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Wordcount: 2,872

Summary: The night of their return from the S.T.Y.X. facility, Jamil and Azul spend some time together.

Jamil: Hey. Are you still awake?

Azul: Oh, my. Isn't it rather late in the night to be calling on a favor?

Jamil: Ugh, I can’t believe you still have the energy to be so annoying after everything that’s happened the past few days. Nevermind.

Azul: Now, now, no need to be shy.

Azul: Really, though, do you need something? It’s not exactly every day you text me unprompted, and at such an odd hour at that.

Jamil: Don’t get used to it. I just need someone to test my cooking.

Azul: …Cooking? At 2:30 in the morning?

Jamil: I can do it myself if you don’t want to.

Azul: I never said that. I’ll see you soon.

Azul lightly tapped on the kitchen door to announce his arrival as he entered the room and leaned against the doorframe. “Hey there.”

Jamil kept his eyes focused on the carrot he was slicing. “Hey yourself.”

His hair was no longer wrapped up in its usual braids, but instead pulled back in a loose, low bun in an attempt to keep his hair from falling into the food. Nevertheless, a few strands had already come loose, dangling beside his face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair in anything other than your signature half-braided ponytail.” Azul remarked.

“I didn’t exactly feel like going through the whole routine again just to hang out in the kitchen.” Jamil answered simply.

“Well, it’s still a nice look on you.” Azul said, stepping into the kitchen. “Now, what could be so pressing that it would have you up in such a place at this hour? I imagine that the ever diligent Jamil Viper would have normally gone to bed at a much more reasonable time. Couldn’t you sleep?”

“I passed out the moment Kalim finally left me alone when we got back to the dorm earlier. But, then…” Jamil paused his carrot slicing for a moment, staring idly at the cutting board.

Azul nodded, filling in the blanks himself. “Then you found yourself lying awake in the middle of the night with nothing but thoughts of the past few days to keep you company?”

Jamil glanced up, meeting Azul’s eye only for a second, before abruptly moving to add the carrots into the pot, and then grabbing the nearest next vegetable - a turnip, it seemed - and began cutting that one. “...You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

Azul smiled a more genuine and gentle smile than he normally offered his classmate during their time together. “Well, I was taken away by Charon robots, too, you know.” He said with a slight laugh.

Jamil just barely allowed the ghost of a smile to cross his face.

Azul looked around the room. “I didn’t expect you’d still be in the preparation stage when you texted.”

There were vegetables strewn about the countertops, and a huge, boiling pot on the stove. Various spice canisters were out on the counter, some still with their caps off. Azul felt his hands begin to fidget by his sides as he stood in the quiet room.

“What are you cooking?” He asked, when Jamil hadn’t said anything.

“Soup.” Jamil kept chopping.

“...I can see that. What kind of soup?”

“Just… Soup? I don’t know, I didn’t really think about it. Whatever I can find, I guess.”

Chop chop chop.

Azul seated himself across the counter from Jamil. “That’s quite unlike you, going into something without planning first. Not exactly in the spirit of Scarabia, hm?”

“Whatever. Nothing wrong with using up leftovers.”

Chop chop chop.

“Of course not…” Azul watched Jamil’s face closely, his brow furrowing to match Jamil’s.

Chop chop chop.

Jamil said nothing, eyes focused on the vegetables like his life depended on it.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Azul asked, rolling up his sleeves and moving to stand beside Jamil.

Chop chop…

That caused Jamil to pause mid-slice. “...What’s the catch?” he asked, lifting his gaze from his cutting board to narrow his eyes at Azul, who only chuckled.

“So quick to suspect ulterior motives of me! Perhaps I simply wish to earn my portion of your wonderful soup.” Azul picked up a knife and another cutting board. “Besides, I don’t particularly enjoy standing around with idle hands. Especially not when my dear classmate is working so hard.”

Jamil wordlessly rolled his eyes and placed a few potatoes in front of Azul. “Whatever. You can cut those.”

Azul did as he was told, slicing away for a few quiet moments… But only a few. The silence simply hung too heavily in the air for his liking.

“Why, might I ask, are you cooking so late into the night?”

“You already asked me that.” Jamil’s gaze was back to its laser focus on his vegetables.

Chop chop chop.

“No, I mean, why are you cooking right now? Are there not better ways to pass the time?”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” Jamil’s pace with the knife quickened as he spoke. “I just like cooking. It keeps my mind and my hands busy.”

Chop chop chop.

Azul nodded thoughtfully. He sliced his potatoes at a slower, yet even pace. Sure, he could absolutely understand the aversion to laying around with nothing to do when you had a mind full of way too many things to worry about… but then why did Jamil call on Azul? It’s not like Jamil was particularly known for his enjoyment of socializing, and cooking in and of itself was a demanding enough task to keep oneself busy when alone…

“Yes, I understand that part.” Azul said after another moment of silence. “But, perhaps you’d like to share your troubles? The heaviest burdens are those carried alone, after all.”

Jamil shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. It’s like you said: I couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Chop chop chop.

Azul did not relent. “Of course. But you were kept up by your own thoughts, yes? So why not confide in-“

“AGH!”

Azul jumped, his sentence cut off by the sound of a knife clattering onto the counter and Jamil jumping back with a hiss, clutching at his hand.

It also wasn’t like Jamil to slip up in the kitchen. Not from something as simple as talking to one person in an otherwise quiet room.

Azul quickly put down his own knife and potato, turning to assess the situation.

Jamil said nothing, moving silently to the sink to run his finger under the water.

“Jamil…” Azul lifted his hand towards Jamil’s shoulder, before hesitating and dropping it back to his side. “What’s going on with you?”

“I’m FINE.” Jamil snapped, his hair tie slipping from where it had just barely held his hair in place as he jerked his head away to avert his gaze from Azul. His posture was tense and his facial expression was strained. He turned on the faucet and held his hand underneath as he stared at the water pouring from the spout, eyes intense and focused. His newly freed hair fell to the sides of his face and hung loose.

After a few long seconds of silence, Jamil switched the water off and grabbed a towel. As he dabbed at his hand, Jamil knelt down to open the storage under the sink. He grabbed a box of bandages, but his hands were shaking, and he ended up dropping it as he went to stand, spilling them on the floor.

“Ugh, shit-” he muttered.

“Here, allow me,” Azul said softly, as he knelt down beside Jamil to gather the bandages and place them back in the box. He took one out, unwrapped it, and gently reached to take Jamil’s injured hand in his, putting the bandage in place.

“...Thanks.” Jamil mumbled, then stood and immediately moved back to his knife to wash it off and resume chopping.

Azul put a hand on Jamil’s shoulder, as he reached with the other to switch off the stove.

Jamil jumped slightly at the contact, but said nothing.

“Come on,” Azul moved his free hand to Jamil’s, and slowly slid the knife out of his hand.

There was slight instinctive resistance from Jamil, but ultimately the knife slid from his grasp and was placed carefully on the counter, only to be replaced in Jamil’s hand by Azul's own as he took hold and pulled Jamil out of the kitchen.

They walked quietly, the chill of the air feeling more apparent in the halls of Scarabia now that they were away from the heat of the kitchen. Their path, dimly lit by the light of the moon and the stars through the open walls of the dorm, led them towards the common area. Pillows and blankets were strewn about, showing signs of recent use in the previous nights.

“Kalim was probably out here with some others while we were gone…” Jamil mumbled, taking a seat on the floor. “That’s one of his favorite pillows.”

Azul followed suit, sitting across from Jamil. He eyed the pillow, and then chuckled. Reaching over, he picked up a pair of neatly folded gloves and a stray teal sock. “It seems Jade and Floyd kept Kalim company while we were away.”

“Ugh,” Jamil brought a knee to his chest, choosing to lay his head there instead of on any of the stray pillows. “It sounds like they had fun teasing Kalim with the whole ‘oh, but what if they’re dead?’ nonsense they were on about when we got back. I’m surprised Kalim could put up with two people as stressful as them for an extended period of time.”

“It’s certainly no easy feat,” Azul agreed, the somewhat tired expression on his face seeming to reflect the subject matter more than the current time of night. “Really, I still can’t tell if Jade and Floyd were truly not even the slightest bit worried, or if they simply masked any fear they might’ve had scarily well.”

Jamil couldn’t argue with the fact that probably no one outside of Jade and Floyd themselves would ever know the true answer to that.

“Still,” Azul continued. “Kalim doesn't seem to be one so easily fazed by the twins’ antics, emergency or not… I suppose that there’s a certain air of comfort that comes along with their familiar oddities, after all.”

Jamil was quiet again as he thought about Azul’s words… As well as his own choices in terms of coping with the madness that had befallen them that week. Was he really sitting here at 3AM with Azul Ashengrotto of all people? Not only willingly, but by Jamil’s specific request?

Perhaps the S.T.Y.X. tests had some lingering side effects on his psychological well being that could be the cause of such erratic behavior in Jamil tonight. After all, under normal circumstances, Jamil usually wanted nothing more than to stay out of Azul’s line of sight. Being seen by Azul meant being spoken to by Azul, and being spoken to by Azul was probably on Jamil’s top ten list of Most Irritating Circumstances To Be Trapped In.

And yet, tonight Jamil found himself seeking out that very same annoying presence… On purpose.

The two fell into a comfortable silence. Jamil idly picked at his sweatshirt, and Azul stared up at the stars that dotted the sky. Both equally focused on their private trains of thought. Both stealing silent and secretive glances at the other as their eyes wandered as much as their minds.

“...It’s late,” Azul said quietly after a while, breaking the silence once again. Slowly, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, he shifted his posture from the comfortable relaxed state and started to rise. “I won’t keep you all night. You really should try to get some more res-“

Azul was cut off by the feeling of Jamil’s hand suddenly gripping his arm, preventing him from standing.

Azul looked at Jamil, blinking in silent confusion.

Jamil held his grip on Azul’s arm, a slight tremor in his hands. He stared down at the ground with his brows furrowed and a frown on his face.

“...Azul,” Jamil whispered, avoiding eye contact as his eyes remained focused downward. “I can’t believe I’m asking you of all people, but…” he sighed. “I… can you just… will you stay?” He asked, the request itself barely audible with how quiet his voice had fallen with every word.

“Stay…?” Azul repeated, voice also quiet. “You mean, out here, with you? Tonight?”

“...Yeah,” Jamil decided that after having been through hell and back in the span of just a few days, he simply had no more energy to be guarded or vague as a defense mechanism. He needed something straightforward. Something secure.

Something familiar.

“I just… I can’t be alone right now,” Jamil continued in a hushed tone. “I know Kalim would get up in an instant if I asked him, but…”

“But he wouldn’t exactly understand what you’re feeling,” Azul concluded, sitting back down.

“Right...” Jamil’s grip on Azul’s arm relaxed slightly, but he hadn’t let go yet. “…I’m guessing you’ll want something in return, though, right? Nothing with you ever comes free, after all.”

Azul lightly chuckled, patting Jamil’s hand. “It’s just as it was with the soup, my dear friend.”

“Hey-"

“We’re having a mutually beneficial bonding session, are we not? I’d be a fool to turn down such a rare opportunity to spend extra time with my ever elusive classmate. Why, just think of the possible secrets I could uncover in a sleep-deprived state,” he teased, hoping his attempt to lighten the mood might aid in easing some of the anxiety that clouded Jamil’s mind..

Jamil groaned in annoyance as he finally let go of Azul’s arm. “Don’t make me change my mind.”

Azul only smiled, and the two of them gathered up some of the abandoned pillows and blankets that Kalim and the twins had left behind. Normally an abandoned mess like this would be seen as an annoyance to clean up, but it certainly made arranging an impromptu emergency sleepover all the easier.

They bid each other a good night as they lay down to sleep, the night growing quiet once more with only the sounds of their own breathing and the occasional breeze blowing through the room. Jamil felt himself growing drowsier, his grip on his chosen pillow relaxing as the minutes ticked by. Perhaps he would even drift off to sleep at a more reasonable rate, now that-

“I thought about you,” Azul’s soft voice once again broke the silence, a more vulnerable tone painting his words as he spoke within the darkness of the night.

“...What?” Jamil whispered back, wondering if he had heard Azul clearly, or if his mind was simply playing tricks on him as he was falling asleep.

“I thought about you,” Azul repeated, “back at S.T.Y.X. When Riddle and I had to wait for the Thunder Spear to charge the first time, I simply couldn’t bring myself to even try to sleep. It’s not in an octopus’ nature to relax in such a stressful situation, after all… And my mind kept wandering back to you. I couldn’t help but wonder where you were, what you were doing, if you were safe…”

Azul’s voice grew quieter as he trailed off back into silence.

“...It’s funny,” Jamil said after a long, quiet moment. “I also wasn’t about to risk going to sleep when Leona and I first took our Thunder Spear to charge, either.” Jamil turned onto his side, facing where Azul lay next to him. “And maybe… I was even thinking about you, too.”

Azul’s breathing stilled for a moment, and his body slowly turned over so he could meet Jamil’s gaze in the shadows.

“...Were you?” Azul asked, voice barely audible. “Truly?”

Jamil was quiet again. He gave no audible response, but chose instead to shift his body closer to Azul until he was only inches away from curling up against Azul’s chest.

Azul hesitated. Was this a test? A trap? An… invitation? He certainly didn’t want to misinterpret the situation and risk upsetting Jamil and driving him away, but he also didn’t want the absence of action to be taken as rejection, ethier.

Proceeding with caution seemed to be the logical way to maneuver this situation. He gingerly reached a hand out, resting it atop Jamill’s arm… and when Jamil didn’t flinch or pull away, he gradually slid his arm further… and further… until his arm was fully draped over Jamil’s side and covered his back. Azul could feel his own heart hammering in his chest as he took the next step of wrapping both arms completely around Jamil and pulling him into his embrace.

This was all it took, as whatever shred of denial or pride that Jamil might have had left in him seemed to crumble away. Jamil reached his arms around Azul’s middle and buried his face against his chest, seeming to finally, truly relax in the comforting feeling of Azul’s arms surrounding him.

There was a sigh of relief, and neither Azul nor Jamil were sure which one of them it came from.

And the rest of the night fell, once again, into a comfortable silence.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jamiazu #azujami #twst #cereal writes #ummm umum ummmm all my commentary is in the ao3 link so im just. im gonna. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️ BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#twst book 6 spoilers

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