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molt3ngold · 20 hours
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All in the Details - LN
Request from @mountymase-vii - Basically its a best friends to lovers idea They've been friends for a while and like each other and it's very obvious to everybody but they are oblivious, so after they finally get together they comment all the things they did for each other like Lando always noticing when something changes on the reader (hair, nails,etc), always buying her favourite snacks, reader fixing Lando's curls, basically behaving like a couple without being a couple
PS I have made SOOOO MANY gifs from his videos so prepare for those to be featured in quite a few fics
No part 2 requests please
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Lando doesn't exactly remember when y/n appeared in his life, just that she did one day and that was it.
"Where are you going?" Lando asks when they step out the hotel and y/n whips her head around.
"Oh, I was just going to wonder around. But on my own..." Y/n smiles which translates to "I'm going to do girlie stuff that you'll get in my way of doing if we go together". But the sight of the pout from him that she's doing her own thing for a couple hours earns a pout. "I'll catch up with you guys."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah of course. Go get your footage to finally post on that movie account and I'll see you later." Y/n nods then hugging him tightly, laughing when he easily picks her up off the ground and spinning her around. "Alright, let me go. I have things to do."
"Have fun!" Lando calls out as she walks away but not without blowing him a kiss.
"She's going to get lost." Max comments making Lando nod.
"Yeah, yes she is. But I made sure she has an air tag in her bag, so I can find her if she gets lost." Lando shrugs while Max laughs at the idea that he really just air tagged y/n.
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Y/n doesn't get lost. But she does let the boys come to her and find her.
"Hey, I got you, your favourite." Lando states holding out a bag, open so she can look inside.
"You got me an açai bowl?" Y/n gasps with a grin picking it out, but as she holds it with one hand to get the spoon from the bottom of the back, Lando catches her hand looking at her freshly manicured nails.
"Those look nice." Lando smiles smirking a little at the papaya French tips which on her right ring finger towards the nail bed has four little lines. You'd miss it if you weren't looking.
"Thanks, thought it was a nice tribute to my favourite driver." Y/n smiles then swallowing thickly before she pulls her hand back and reaches the spoon again. "How did you guys find me?"
"Lando air tagged you." Max states, speaking up after hardly being acknowledged.
"Sorry but your lack of direction requires extra security." Lando smiles while she grumbles at him, but doesn't argue...partially because her sense of direction really is horrific. "Moving on, we're going shopping do you want to help?"
"Mmm...alright." Y/n nods then giggling as she opens her açai bowl and begins to eat it. "Oh my gosh, this is so good. Want to try?"
Lando smiles getting a mouthful of the smoothie bowl which she made sure to include a bit of everything with.
"Good?"
"Very good."
Now it's points like this that Max has to question if the two of them genuinely are blind. It is the only logical explanation as to how they manage to act not just like a couple but a fully blissfully married for 20 years couple.
Even when they bicker it's intoxicatingly cute. Which would be fine if they would just admit there was more to it between them but they won't.
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Y/n grins as she does as instructed, sitting on the track like a teddy bear with her legs out in front of her while Lando captures some pictures of her before handing his camera to Max as he rushes to sit in front of her between her legs.
Really. This is really how they act and STILL don't see just see it.
There's a sudden sadness that hits as Max captures the pictures that, he suddenly feels like they at risk of never being more than they are now with each other.
"Let us see." Y/n pouts making grabby hands before Max passes the camera down to Lando who flicks through the photos for them both to see.
"Yeah?" Lando questions looking for y/n's approval.
"Yeah, you're pretty good with a camera, Max." Y/n laughs as Lando stands up then gives her a hand up with him. Then they just stand with Lando somewhat lazily hugging her with one arm around her while he continues to look at his camera.
"You need to have a hair refresh before you come back to media day." Y/n murmurs as she reaches up to try and fix his curls.
"So long as you do it, last time I tried to follow your instructions I got the stupid oil in my eye." Lando smiles earning a hum and nod.
"Alright." Y/n nods with a smile, but she's obviously trying not to laugh at the memory of FaceTiming him and watching him in real time get the oil in his own eye.
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"So you are not dating y/n?" Carlos questions as they step up onto the driver's parade barge.
"No." Lando frowns as if it should be obvious.
"So I can go for her?" Carlos smiles, purposely trying to provoke the jealous side of the younger driver to force him to have the courage to actually finally make things official with her.
"What? Why would you want to?" Lando asks not even hiding his defensive and angered side just at the mere suggestion of anyone else with her. "She doesn't want to date you."
"Not yet. I think I could get to know her more and-"
"No."
"No what?" Max asks appearing next with a look on his face that seems to suggest he's ready to help with making trouble.
"I was just saying that y/n would make a nice girlfriend." Carlos explains to the dutchman.
"She would." Max confirms while Lando huffs. "Do you think she'd make a bad girlfriend?"
"No! I didn't-But she shouldn't be Carlos' girlfriend."
"Oh right, because she should be yours." Max nods earning a choked out noise. "Mate, the two of you already act like a couple."
"Exactly, you just need to go tell her you love her and ask her to be your girlfriend." Carlos smiles making Lando sigh before deciding to move away from the conversation.
Carlos and Max are far from the first people to try to force Lando to see sense. He's sure y/n's got to have had people speak to her about it and even if she hasn't anyone point out the obvious. The fans in comments online speak for themselves. Lando has featured her in posts and she's featured him, every time they get comments asking if it's a launch, being called "parents" and y/n has gained a followed from fans at races with them asking for to sign things (which she usually says no because she doesn't have an autograph) and photos.
Lando ends ups with George, Oscar, Alex and Logan for the rest of the drivers' parade before he practically marches off.
Annoyingly, he spots y/n outside the McLaren unit and all those emotions seep away into nothing.
She's sitting laughing at something Max said, then flicks an almond at him successfully hitting him straight in the forehead which earns a whine and complaint.
"Are you beating up on Max again?" Lando asks as he nears the two.
"He's being cheeky." Y/n states while Max just shrugs at her with a smile. "Why did you look annoyed in the parade?"
"Me? I wasn't annoyed." Lando lies then clearing his throat and holding his hand out to her. "Come on, I want you to choose my pre-race playlist."
"Bye Max." Y/n smiles sticking out her tongue at him. She'll be seeing him again and spending the whole race with him so it's not as if she is escaping him for long.
She keeps hold of Lando's hand as they move through the unit and she sighs once they're in the privacy of his room.
"Why are you upset with Max?" Lando questions making her frown.
"Why were you annoyed in the parade?"
"I asked first."
"You bloody-well did not." Y/n laughs and he huffs almost wanting to cross his arms and stomp his feet.
"Carlos...was saying some stuff and it annoyed me then Max joined it and it annoyed me more."
"Max said stuff that annoyed me." Y/n shrugs making the driver glare at her a little. "He sounded like all the comments on my instagram post. He's been hassling me so much about it since we got here and-and I don't know what I'm supposed to say anymore."
"What do you want to say?" Lando asks making her spine straighten and her body go stiff as she releases she might've just gone a bit too far in addressing the stuff about them.
Neither of them have actually addressed it with each other, they've never talked about it with each other. Instead they always just dismissed it to others.
"What did Carlos and Max say?" She questions making him look at at her for a moment.
"Carlos said you'd make a good girlfriend for him and Max said that you'd make a good girlfriend for me." Lando states earning a small nod. "It made me realise something."
"What?"
Is now really the time to be doing this?
"That if you got into a relationship with someone else then I'd feel the need to hit them with my car." Lando admits making her laugh a little before she swallows. "And maybe people aren't wrong?"
Y/n perks up a little and there's a sudden light behind her eyes that motivates him to keep speaking.
"Maybe...we would make a pretty amazing couple."
"Yeah?"
"I don't see why not." Lando smiles with a shrug watching her stand up.
"We already do apparently...and if it doesn't work out, we can just got back to how things are now. It would be ok." Y/n nods earning a grin before he cups her face, relieved that she's close enough to give him the chance. He closes the space, stopping just short of their lips touching.
"I've been waiting to ask for a proper good luck kiss from you." Lando whispers, so close that his lips brush her own as he speaks. "Can I?"
"Yes."
She hardly finishes the word before he's closed the space and locked her into a world altering kiss.
"Feeling the good luck?" Y/n whispers when he finally breaks the kiss.
"Not quite, might need another one just to be on the safe side."
"I think I can manage that." Y/n laughs going in for another kiss which he smiles into. "Max is going to freak out."
"Yeah, we'll let him just catch on at his own speed." Lando hums then picking up her hand and admiring her nails. "Maybe we need to hard launch ourselves after he's figured it out?"
"Maybe. But we'll figure that out after the race."
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dcartcorner · 16 hours
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Commission for @chrisis-averted for the fic "Rewind. Reset. Rewrite." Thank you for the support!
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emihotaru · 19 hours
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Hiii!
Here are some little sketches I made for @omgcinnamoncakes Sandman' fanfic Lover, be good to me
And with that, I'm jumping right into the Dreamling fandom ❤️
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munson-blurbs · 12 hours
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Summary: An evening in the Wheeler basement reveals what you've been trying to deny about your best friend, and longtime crush, Eddie.
WC: 827
Warnings: hurt/no comfort, unrequited love, mention of sex. You've been warned.
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Eddie “Speak First, Think Later” Munson struck again. 
A rainy spring Saturday had the Hellfire Club gathered for an impromptu meeting in the Wheeler basement. Eddie whipped out a campaign that he’d been saving, somehow just as detail-rich as the ones he’d meticulously prepared for regular Friday sessions. It had gone on for hours until Dustin, the last player standing, rolled to cast a fireball and was met with utter failure. 
“Damn, and here I thought this was one of my weaker ones.” Eddie popped a sour cream and onion chip in his mouth, crunching down with a triumphant grin. “Looks like I’m unstoppable. Impenetrable. Invincible, even.” 
“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth muttered, but there was no missing his own smile as he added, “tell that to Chrissy Cunningham.”
Chrissy Cunningham? Your stomach dropped at the mention of her name. You’d noticed him glancing over at her table in the cafeteria, and saw him at her locker a few times, but that didn’t mean…
Jeff snorted. “He can’t tell her anything without looking like a total moron. ‘H-Hey, Chrissy. Nice hair, um, thing.’” 
“I do not sound like that, asshole.”
“Dude, you said that exact sentence in algebra yesterday. It was a direct quote.”
Your throat was scratchy from shouting during the game, but you cleared it and forced yourself to speak. “What’s going on with Chrissy?”
Grant ignored the glare that Eddie preemptively gave the rest of the guys. “Our fearless leader is smitten with the Queen of Hawkins High,” he teased. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all underscored his statement with obnoxious kissy noises. 
“Shut up!” Eddie yelled, but it only further spurred them on. 
“Don’t be shy,” Dustin said through his laughter. “Everyone knows you loooooove her!”
You didn’t. Okay, maybe a part of you did, but your optimism—or perhaps naivety—dismissed the idea. Because if he loved Chrissy, that meant he didn’t love you. It meant the long hugs and arms slung over your shoulder were platonic. That the deep conversations late into the night were simply between friends. 
“I don’t love her,” Eddie retorted, his pinkening cheeks giving him away. “I just think she’s cute, okay?”
“Cute?” Lucas said. He rolled his eyes. “Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. Babies are—”
“Fine, I think she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life!” Eddie snapped, but a soft smile tugged at the ends of his lips. “Are you idiots happy now?”
The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. In his life. 
Happy? You were the farthest thing from happy. 
Your eyes blurred with tears, blinking them back and timing a sniffle with the crinkling of the chip bag as Mike passed it to Lucas. If you could pull yourself together, you could excuse yourself before you broke down completely. 
“Dude.” Jeff looked at Eddie, pulling his gaze to you despite your reluctance to even glance his way. “She’s a girl.”
“Oh, shit.” Eddie chuckled, snagging his Mountain Dew can from the snack table and taking an extended swig. “It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend, though.”
Gareth feigned a pout. “I thought I was your best friend.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not having sex with you either.”
You watched as Eddie finished his soda, crushing the can in his fist and tossing it at the drummer’s curly mop of hair. 
It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend. 
Not even a pause. Not a moment of consideration. Nothing close to the movie-esque scene where the boy realized that the girl of his dreams had been right in front of him the whole time. 
Mustering up a half-smile, you pushed yourself off of the couch. “I’m gonna head home. I’m pretty beat.”
Beat. Broken. Destroyed. Shattered. 
Eddie sat up, brushing Lays crumbs onto his jeans and leaving them shiny with oily residue. “Let me drive you,” he offered. 
You shook your head. “N-No, I wanna walk.” 
“It’s raining,” he protested. 
“It’s fine.”
That may have been the first time you’d declined the chance to spend time alone with him. You lived for the days you’d climb into the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire, resting your head against the window as it vibrated from the bass of the radio speakers. 
Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning his attention back to the guys. 
He didn’t come after you. You heard his laughter echoing around the basement as you ascended the stairs, barely managing to close the door before you burst into tears. 
Everything you wanted Eddie to feel for you, he felt for Chrissy. The thought of watching his eyes follow her around the cafeteria on Monday roiled a sickness within you. 
You wished you’d never showed up to the Wheelers’ today. Although it wouldn’t have changed Eddie’s love for Chrissy—or his lack of love for you—at least you could continue pretending that there was hope. 
Now, you had nothing but a broken heart.  
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milswrites · 16 hours
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I'll Crawl Home to You
~ Azriel X Reader
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Summary: After barely escaping his last mission, Azriel realizes he has one regret in life. Not telling you about the undying love which he held for you. His brush with death allowing him to realize that he can't live another day without you by his side, Azriel wastes no time in telling you exactly how he feels.
Warnings: Angst. Talks of death and injuries. Nice cute ending though :)
Azriel had always assumed that when the time came for death to greet him, he would welcome them like an old friend.
Gladly taking the specter's hand and allowing them to guide him to the afterlife, satisfied with the centuries of a blessed life he had been gifted by the Mother.
Azriel had never feared death. Instead he imagined that when the sweet embrace of darkness finally surrounded him, he would be able to rest at last. A mercy that he could finally be at peace, no worries crossing his mind as he knew that one day his brothers would also join him in whatever afterlife he was sent to.
Which is why he couldn't understand why he was panicking now as death's black cloak began to wrap around him. Rather than the warming comfort he had always imagined it would hold, the incoming blackness felt bitterly cold. Like his body had begun to freeze over like a lake in winter, the last dregs of his life being sucked from him.
Azriel found himself fighting back. His weak hand outstretched as he attempted to push away the approaching claws of death which were slowly advancing. Teeth grit together with effort as he tried to ward them off.
"No" the desperation in his hoarse voice was palpable, words catching in his throat as he flinched away from the foreboding figure of darkness. A painful spasm tearing through his body, originating from the wound on his chest where an unwelcome dagger had found its home.
"No i'm not ready yet please. Please don't take me . . . No please!"
His speech was slurred, vision dotted with masses of growing black spots. Yet Azriel didn't allow his hold on reality to slip for a single second. Not if it meant dying.
Not if it meant never seeing you again.
And so he resisted death's sweet siren song, too stubborn to allow himself to give in.
"I will not die today."
Azriel hissed the words through his pain. His fierce amber eyes meeting the cool sharp gaze of death's.
A gaze so intense that Azriel was sure it was enough to drive anyone to insanity. The well of darkness which swirled in death's icy orbs was never-ending. Azriel allowed himself to swim in them deeper and deeper, searching for a way to escape from their clutches. Following the glistening golden rope which shimmered enticingly, as though begging Azriel to take hold of it, promising that life would be at the other end of it.
It was agony. Sharp spikes of pain coursing through him as his limbs grew heaver and heavier the deeper he dived, skin beginning to burn and blister as a feverish sweat settled on his uncomfortable skin.
But Azriel didn't let up. Never lessening his grip on the golden rope. Allowing his memory of you to give him strength in the face of his adversity.
He never let go. Not even when death itself began to fight back.
Terrible visions of the horrors of his past appeared before him as he swam. Bubbles which contained the callous faces of his half-brothers floated by his face. Sinister smiles upon their lips as they stared at Azriel, deaths alluring voice slipping from their lips, "Come now Azriel, don't fight it. The rope leads to nothing. Let go. Close your eyes, I've got you. You can rest now."
Yet Azriel didn't look to the floating forms of his cruel brothers. He kept his stern gaze ahead, chasing after the end of the rope. Chasing after you.
It was almost as if you were there. If he squinted hard enough he could see your ethereal form at the end of the tunnel, a gentle hand held out for him to take.
It wasn't death. He knew that much. Your glowing figure radiated life, the promise of a future.
There at the end of the golden rope was you. Patiently waiting for him to greet you so you could return him to the land of the living. You were his salvation. You had come for him.
He allowed himself to become deaf to the enticing whispers of death. Continuing his pursuit forwards, towards you, leaving the dark memories of his past behind as he turned his full attention to swimming towards his future.
His scarred hand reaching out towards yours, the tips of his fingers brushing against your soft palm as he connected your hands. Entwining your fingers as he used the warmth you radiated as an anchor.
And then instead of darkness, there was only light.
~~~~~
Soft whispers stirred Azriel from his slumber. Through his closed eyelids, Azriel could see the sweet familiar orange glow of sunlight. The heat of which warmed his skin, energy flowing through his body as though the sun was replenishing his source. Enabling him to slowly flutter his eyes open, sight focusing on the blurred figure in the chair next to him.
Azriel rushed to sit up, Cassian's steady hands shooting out to stop his erratic movement, hushing the shadowsinger as he helped to rest him up against the pillows on the bed.
"Careful," Cassian grinned, pleased to see his brother awake, yet his smile did nothing to hide the concern which failed to leave his eyes, "you had us all worried for a moment there Az. We thought-" Cassian's voice broke as he swallowed back a cry, ". . . We thought we'd lot you."
"How did I get. . .? Y/N. She found me!"
Azriel struggled to put together the pieces of what happened after he was stabbed.
There was darkness, an impending sense of doom, and then a sudden burst of light. But there, somewhere in between his jumbled memories, Azriel had seen you. He was sure of it.
"Y/N?" Cassian questioned, brows furrowing in confusion as his concerned gaze swelled deeper, "They weren't there Az. You travelled here with your shadows. Gave me a fright, you appeared right in front of me covered in blood and barely breathing."
"No. . ." Azriel murmured, that couldn't have been right. He saw you. He was sure of it.
"They came to visit you a few times once Madja had you stable. Maybe you're thinking of that?" Cassian reasoned, trying to reassure himself more than Azriel, preying to the cauldron that his brother hadn't gone senile.
"Yeah" Azriel lied, flashing his brother a crooked smile to soothe his worries, "Yeah you're probably right."
No amount of convincing from his brother would allow Azriel to believe anything else other than the fact that you were there to save his life. To bring him home.
But if Cassian was somehow right . . . If you really hadn't been there. Then that meant Azriel had dreamt about you. This wasn't a new occurrence, there were many nights where Azriel welcomed the sweet embrace of sleep so only to see your smiling face in his dreams. Yet his mind, in what could have been his final moments alive, thought only of you.
Of your beauty and grace. Of your welcoming nature and the sense that in finding you, Azriel was home, even when death had came to claim his soul in the wilderness of Illyria.
He liked that. The knowledge that his home wasn't a place, but a person. That wherever he was, he need only to think of you and he can allow himself to be happy.
Though despite this realization, Azriel found that he couldn't be happy. Not when he had felt this strongly about you for years and had just almost died without confessing this to you.
Nausea crawled up his throat at the prospect that he had almost left this world without knowing if you felt the same way about him as he did you. Angry at himself for pining after you for so long and making no move to show you his the true nature of his emotions.
He had been a silent admirer. Yet Azriel found himself wanting to be silent no longer.
"Did you say they were here?" he rushed the words out, the intensity of his question causing the General to sit back in shock, "where are they now?"
"Uh, I think they went to their room for a bit. I told them I'd watch over you for a bit."
Azriel wasted no time in jumping up from underneath the covers. Having learnt firsthand how precious his time really was, he wouldn't allow himself to wait another second without telling you of his devotion.
So he ran, blind to the flash of pain which coursed from his still tender wound. Unable to feel the uncomfortable twinge in his chest due to the heavy pounding of his heart.
Azriel felt no nerves nor anxiety. He was driven by his need to speak to you. A confidence settling in his heart that this was right - that everything was happening the way it was supposed to.
Every step closer to your bedroom was a step closer to his home.
So consumed by his desire to see you, Azriel neglected to knock as he entered your room. Wild eyes searching your chambers until they finally landed on your shocked expression.
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"Oh cauldron Az, you're alright!"
A cry of relief tore from your mouth, as you closed the distance between you and the male, gently throwing your arms around him, careful not to embrace him too tightly for fear of upsetting his wound.
But Azriel didn't care. Not when he had you in his arms. So he pulled you tighter and tighter to his chest, until he could feel the gentle beat of your heart alongside his own. Needing reassurance that you were real. That he really was alive.
Once you had basked in each other's presence for long enough you pulled away, hands clasping his biceps as you moved him back to allow yourself to cast your eyes over him, ensuring that the male was actually ok.
"Should you even be out of bed? Az you need to rest!"
You made to pull him towards your own bed so he could lie down, but Azriel stopped you, holding your hand tightly to prevent you from moving from where you were stood.
"I've rested long enough" he stated with a shake of his head, consuming gaze meeting your own.
"Azriel you almost died" you argued, amazed that the male was even standing.
"I think I did die" Azriel replied, his words being enough to silence you, silvery tears lining your eyes at the thought of you almost loosing the shadowsinger.
"I think" he repeated not wanting to confirm the words which he knew out of fear of upsetting you, "I saw them. Death. They wanted to take me but . . . I couldn't let them. So I fought back. I fought and fought until I saw you. You saved me Y/N."
"Me?" you gasped in disbelief. You had heard the tales of warriors who had narrowly escaped death, swearing that they had seen the gracious form of the Mother as they were brought back to life. Yet none of them ever claimed to see a person who was real.
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you" he concluded. If it weren't for your captivating presence drawing him towards you Azriel would have drowned in the inky orbs of death.
"I couldn't" tears had now began to fall from Azriel's own eyes, silver pearls trailing down his cheeks, "I couldn't leave. Not without seeing you again. Not without saying goodbye. It's all I could think about."
A sob broke from your lips, amazed that Azriel's last thoughts before death were only of you.
"I didn't care how badly wounded I was" he spoke truthfully, hands still clinging onto yours as if they were a lifeline, "They could have stolen my wings. Taken my sanity. Broken my spirt. But none of that would have made a difference. None of that would stop me from crawling home to you. No amount of ropes and chains could hold me back, not when it meant seeing you on the other side."
It was impossible not to feel an overwhelming surge of love at the sincerity of his words. At the desperation which flooded in his eyes, begging you to believe him. Pleading for you to feel the same way.
"My love for you knows no bounds. Life or death, you are always with me, and I will never fail to find you" he promised. Certain that if he could conquer death with only the desire to be at your side, he would be able to fight anything.
"You did it Az" you beamed, hands dropping his only to come and rest on his dampened cheeks, "You came home to me. Our love transcends all worlds. Heaven, hell, purgatory, we'll find each other in every single one of them I promise. Because I am never letting you go again."
You couldn't. Not when you had already almost lost him. You would never lose Azriel again. Yet you could be happy with the thought, that if the situation were to ever happen again, that you could be his guiding beacon. Leading Azriel back to you. Leading him back home.
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tommydarlings · 10 hours
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pretty mess | c.s
pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader
warnings: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia
w/c: 0.6k
summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.
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You were so far gone already as you threw your head back and moaned, palms fisting the bedsheets beneath your sweating body as your entire body shook with pleasure and also a bit of pain.
Carlos buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose run along your skin as he chuckled into your neck, “C‘mon, do it again cariño, cum for me again, know you can,” he nodded before he bit your neck, letting his tongue glide over the spot he just bit.
You groaned, fisting his dark hair with your other hand now, “C-Carlos, I don’t think I-”
“I know you can… and you know that as well,” he nodded with a mean smirk, lips only slightly dancing over the skin of your neck and collarbones, “No me mientas, no me mientas, joder,” don’t lie to me, don’t fucking lie to me.
The Spaniard shook his head as he felt your soft hand pulling on his hair in utter desperation while his long fingers went in and out of your drenched cunt, collecting some juice and rubbing your pearly clit with it before he shoved them mercilessly back into you.
“Oh g-god, Carlos!” Your legs started shaking next to his arm, tears blurring your vision as you were only able to stared at the ceiling.
Carlos licked his lips before he attacked your neck and collarbone area again, marking your skin up with bites and kisses,
“just like that… so fucking tight and wet, dios mío,” good god, Carlos mumbled under his breath as he glanced down at your clenching pussy around his two fingers, “don’t hold back, baby, want you to cum again, c‘mon,” he looked up at your trembling figure with dark eyes.
You gasped as your breathing quickened, “B-But I already came so m-many times, p-please,” you cried out in a hoarse tone.
Your boyfriend kissed your neck again before he smiled wickedly, “Oh but that’s doesn’t matter, cariño,” he shook his head, kissing your collarbones with closed eyes as his hand picked its pace up, making you wildly throw your head back again, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want, are we clear?” He asked in a raspy tone.
You shook your head but Carlos only continuously nodded his head with an evil smile, “oh yes, you will,” he looked up at you through dark pupils, “Lo harás, cariño.“ you will, baby.
Then, Carlos glanced down at his wet fingers again, biting his lip as he noticed how they’re all covered in your arousal,
“Look at that, my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down and quickly licked his fingers clean before he shoved them back into you with a groan, “such a beautiful mess I’ve created, fuck,” he breathed out as he watched how his long fingers stretched your tight entrance out.
You loudly whined in a high pitched tone, desperately trying to squeeze the tears out of your eyes,
“you’re taking it so good, tan jodidamente bueno para mí,” so fucking good for me, your boyfriend smirked down at your clenching pussy before he impulsively gave your wet clit and open-mouthed kiss, making you unintentionally jump at the sudden feeling of his big lips on your clit.
You pathetically tried to push his head with your shaking hands away, but Carlos didn’t move an inch, not even for a single second, while you continued whining and crying, repeatedly panting his name in between the small cries of pain and pleasure.
Carlos chucked into your pussy, neither mouth nor tongue leaving you alone, “trying to get me away from you, huh? Guess you’ll have to try harder than that, cariño…I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbled before he went back to sucking and flicking your clit like a starved man.
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Sick boy | Matt Sturniolo
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Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Matt wakes up with the flu, but Y/N is there to take care of him.
Warning: The flu, headache, fever, body aches.
Requested?: Yes, by anon.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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"Come on, my love. It's time to wake up." Y/N muttered for the third time, her eyes running over Matt's face carefully.
She crouched on the floor next to where Matt's head rested on his pillow, lightly pulling the duvet covering his neck down, before bringing her hand to his short curls, running her fingers through them gently.
"Um, don't wanna." Matt complained, wrinkling his nose and keeping his eyes closed. His voice sounded hoarse and tired, as if he had just laid down to sleep, not the other way around.
Y/N frowned. She knew that her boyfriend didn't have any ease in waking up - regardless of the time - or getting out of bed, but he never reacted like that. Normally, he would pull her back to bed and make some little jokes.
The girl moved her hand down from his hair to his forehead, feeling skin against skin.
"Oh no, babe, you're burning up! Are you feeling any pain?" Y/N asked in a low voice, moving the back of her hand against his forehead, feeling every possible point.
"Everywhere, my body is sore, and my head is pounding." The brunette responded seconds later, taking a while to process her question. "I'm so cold."
"I know, lovie, I know. I'll get the thermometer, I'll be right back." Y/N caressed the skin in the middle of his eyebrows gently, feeling small droplets of sweat begin to appear there.
Matt groaned at her sentence, raising his right arm and wrapping his hand around hers weakly.
"I need to know your temperature, love. I'll be right back, I promise." She whispered, bringing her face closer to his hand that held her, sealing the warm skin with her lips before letting go, lifting herself off the ground.
The girl walked quickly to the bathroom on the other side of the hall, rummaging through the various drawers until she found the emergency one. Her eyes soon found the thermometer and the medicine box, trying to find the one specifically for fever and body aches.
She returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind her with her right elbow before moving closer to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress next to Matt's body.
"Open your mouth for me, baby." Her voice was soft as she lightly tugged at his stubble-covered chin, adjusting the thermometer to the right position above his tongue before closing it again.
While Y/N waited for the result, she ran her free hand over the boy's face, pushing away the strands of hair that were sticking to his sweaty skin, watching as he slightly opened his eyes every now and then, blinking them slowly.
Soon, the small beep sounded, and Y/N could finally see the result, her eyes widening when she saw the 39° written in yellow letters on the display.
"Oh no... This isn't good." She muttered to herself, searching with her eyes for her bottle of water that she kept in their room, soon finding it on her bedside table. "Come on, let's take some medicine." The girl indicated, stretching over Matt's body and retrieving the bottle, returning to her previous position.
"I don't want medicine." Matt complained in an almost childish voice, turning his face away from where Y/N was.
"I know you don't like it, babe, but you need it. I promise that after you take it, you'll feel all better, hm?" The girl proposed, caressing his covered shoulder with her free hand, watching with a small smile as her boyfriend turned his head towards her, nodding slowly, a pout decorating his lips. "Here, sit."
The brunette sat with her help, opening his right hand, waiting for the pill. Y/N took one out of the pack, placing it on his palm before opening her water bottle, handing it over as well.
Matt opened his mouth, throwing his head back and putting the medicine against his tongue, before taking a large gulp of water, closing his eyes tightly as he swallowed the pill, the remnants of the bitter taste remaining in the back of his throat.
"Thank you, my love. Now, lie down. I'm going to make you some eucalyptus tea to bring down your fever, okay?" She took the bottle from his hands, closing it before placing it on the bedside table next to him, receiving a nod from the brunette.
Her hands worked on helping him lie down in the best way possible, keeping the duvet away from his body - despite the boy's complaints. Making sure he was completely comfortable, she curved her upper body over his, kissing his reddened cheek for a few seconds before finally standing up.
Her steps towards the kitchen were silent, making sure of closing the door when leaving the room, not wanting to disturb her boyfriend with the sounds she would make in the kitchen.
"Where's Matt?" Chris's voice sounded from the living room, making Y/N turn around too quickly in fright, her hand flying to her chest, feeling her heart beating strongly. "Oops, sorry." The boy smiled in amusement, adjusting his position momentarily on the couch upholstery, his phone in one of his hands.
"It's okay, Chris. Matt is sick, he woke up with a fever and body aches, I'm going to make him some tea." She indicated, moving back towards the kitchen, missing the worried look that took over the face of the youngest.
"Is he feeling super bad? Do you want some help?" Chris lifted his upper body, sitting upright, ready to get up and help her as needed.
"He'll be okay, Chris, it's just a flu, don't worry." Y/N smiled softly at him, trying to convey reassurance with her words. "You can go see him if you want."
Chris quickly got up from his seat, throwing his phone on the front pocket of his hoodie and walking quickly to her shared room with Matt. Y/N shook her head with a small smile on her face. She loved how they looked after each other so much.
Y/N quickly returned her focus to her initial task, filling the kettle with water and taking it to the stove, turning it on. She opened one of the cabinets above the sink, taking Matt's favorite mug before opening the first drawer on the right, pulling out a small bag of eucalyptus tea, placing it inside the mug and attaching the string that held it to the edge with a proper clip.
The whistle of the kettle caught her attention, letting it known that the water was at the correct temperature. Y/N quickly turned off the stove, taking the kettle arm carefully so as not to burn herself, filling the mug to the right amount.
The girl waited a few seconds for the herbs to release their tea property before taking it carefully, holding it with both hands as she walked back to their room.
The door had been left ajar by Chris, who was no longer there, probably having gone down to his own room after checking on Matt. She walked slowly to the bed, seeing that her boyfriend had fallen asleep again.
Y/N sat in the same place as before, resting the mug on her left thigh and keeping it still with one of her hands, bringing her other to Matt's face, caressing his cheek with her cold fingers lightly, coercing him to wake up.
A whine of complaint escaped Matt's throat as his senses returned slowly, his brow furrowing almost automatically.
"I know, honey. Come on, I made your tea." Y/N cooed, taking her hand from his cheek to his shoulder, pulling him almost imperceptibly, helping him sit up straight. "Here, pretty boy."
She lifted her hand that was holding the mug, fitting it between Matt's two hands and guiding them close to his lips, keeping her hand pressed against his own in case his fingers let go of the ceramic.
"Does your head still hurt?"
"A little, but not as much as before." The brunette responded weakly, moving the mug away from his lips momentarily, enjoying the hot liquid warming his throat and relieving the pain.
"That's a good sign, sweetheart." Y/N whispered, stroking his covered thigh with her free hand.
Matt put the tea down seconds after, pushing his hands against Y/N's - which was still close to his - indicating he didn't want it anymore.
"There's one more sip here-"
"No." He whimpered, shaking his head repeatedly, his eyes filling with tears as he felt a sting in his head from the sudden movement.
"Oh darling, don't make any sudden movements. It will only make it worse." The girl sighed, extending her arm that held the mug towards the bedside table, resting the ceramic there, before turning her attention to the sick boy. "Come on, let's get you to bed. The ideal would be to take a warm bath now, but let's give the medicine time to work and make your headache ease first."
"M' sorry." Matt sniffed, lowering his head and fixing his gaze on his legs.
"Hey." Y/N called gently, cupping his chin and pulling it up, looking into the blue eyes she loved so much. His tired, glassy eyes looked up at her, blinking profusely as a singular tear slid down his cheek. "Oh, my poor baby. There's no need to be sorry. Everyone gets sick, it's normal. Taking care of you is a pleasure for me." She quickly assured him, stroking the skin of his jaw lightly. "I promise."
"M'kay." Matt murmured, sniffling and passing one of his hands on his face, wiping away the trail of tears. "Can you lay with me?"
"Of course, sweet boy." She responded, smiling softly before rising from her siting position. "Do you need anything?"
Matt shook his head, slowly adjusting himself on the mattress so that he could lie down again, afraid of making any sudden movements and ending up in more pain.
Y/N walked to her side, keeping the duvet at the foot of the bed. If Matt couldn't cover himself, neither could she.
"Do you want to lay on my lap, lovie?" The girl asked, sitting just below her own pillow, looking at him with caring eyes.
"Can... Can you hug me?" He asked weakly, his cheek burning with the feeling of vulnerability.
"Of course I can, honey." Y/N responded without excitation, moving her body onto the mattress so that she lay completely on her back.
Her hands touched Matt's biceps, coercing him to lie on the way he felt more comfortable on top of her. The boy sighed contentedly, laying his head in the crook of her neck and wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his nose in her skin. He intertwined his legs between hers, almost melting with the warmth of her skin and clothes against his own.
Y/N smiled as she made sure he was completely comfortable, wrapping her own arms around his shoulders, pressing him closer to herself - if that was even possible.
She tilted her head down slightly, sealing her lips over his messy curls in a tender kiss, exhaling the scent of his manly shampoo.
"Sleep, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."
Y/N watched in relief as Matt's breathing slowly slowed, him finally surrending to the deep sleep that would help him get better.
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Jealous
It had been eating at him. Consuming his every thought. Keeping him up and weighing him down with guilt. The shame was literally making him nauseous. He had to say something. He had to confess.
"I think I'm homophobic," James muttered into the still morning air, knowing that his friends would hear.
Sirius's pale hand curled around the curtains of Remus's bed, revealing both of their shocked faces. "Erm...what?" Sirius asked, sitting up and pulling Remus up with him.
"I...I think I'm homophobic," James repeated, looking down with embarrassment. Gods, how had this happened?
"Mate..." Remus started, gesturing at himself and Sirius, "....are you....what?"
"No, I know," James agreed, nodding. He had no problem with Remus and Sirius and their obnoxiously physical relationship. In fact, he thought they were cute! It was sweet, to see them so happy.
But Regulus on the other hand..."It's just...I see them kissing and I want to throw up," he murmured, half to himself.
Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance, looking worried, and James' heart sank. He was horrible. Terrible.
"Erm. Them, who?" Peter piped up from his own bed.
"R-Regulus. And the bloke he's with," James admitted, dropping his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Sirius, I'm horrible, I don't know what's wrong with me, I-"
But Remus interrupted, looking thoughtful. "Let me get this straight," he said slowly. "You don't mind seeing Sirius and I kiss?"
"Of course not!" James exclaimed, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. "You're my best friends! I think it's just people I don't know well, maybe? Or-"
"But when it's Regulus, you get upset?" Remus continued, a smile spreading across his face.
"Yes! Yes, I want to- to punch something, it's-"
"What about McKinnon and Meadowes?" Sirius asked, a peculiar expression spreading on his own face. Like he'd been hit over the head with a hammer.
James contemplated that. "No...no, that's..." A horrifying thought occurred to him. "D'you think I just hate gay boys? Oh, Merlin, d'you think I'm like...sexualizing lesbians?"
"You're an idiot," Sirius replied, rolling his eyes and laying back on the bed. "Actually, you're more than an idiot. Gods, how the hell d'you even have a crush on Reggie?"
"I don't have a crush-" James started arguing after stunned silence, but cut himself off as he began to think about it.
And oh.
It made much more sense.
He was jealous.
"Sorted, then?" Peter asked, getting up from his bed. "Because I want breakfast."
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djpachipikachu · 10 hours
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new fanfic update coming soon,,,,
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the-froschamethyst4 · 14 hours
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Ex-Husband Simon
Simon Ghost Riley Headcanons
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Ex-Husband Ghost will sign the papers only because he knows you were hurting. He’d be gone for a long time and wouldn’t even know if he was okay or not
Ex-Husband Ghost would feel bad when he’d come to pick the kids up and they don’t understand why their mom and dad aren’t together anymore and why they see him 40 days out of the year
Ex-Husband Ghost who tries his best to keep in contact with you and your kids
Ex-Husband Ghost who cried himself to sleep because he was wondering what he did wrong as a husband
Ex-Husband Ghost who can’t stand the sight of you with another man. When he first went to go pick the kids up and sees you with a man standing on the front porch his hand on your waist. It pissed him off seeing that
Ex-Husband Ghost and when his daughter told him that you were pregnant with that man’s kid, it pissed him off even more, but the reality of remembering that your not his anymore hit him like a brick. He can’t dictate who you have a kid with, you had 2 with him
Ex-Husband Ghost picking up the kids again and he sees you with your big belly with that man’s child
Ex-Husband Ghost his kids expressing how they don’t like their mothers new boyfriend because he could be mean to them for no reason
Ex-Husband Ghost who finally got a chance to talk to you without the court involved or your new boyfriend
“Did you know he was an asshole to the kids?”
“What? No he’s not, Simon, he yelled at them one time because they made a mess, he never yelled at them after that. He knows better.”
“That’s not what the kids told me.”
“Simon-“
“Think about it and I’ll tell you what they told me.”
Ex-Husband Ghost who hates seeing you upset and when the next time he picks up the kids sees you upset and he knows it had something to do with the man
Ex-Husband Ghost who learns you two broke it off and you went to the hospital after having a miscarriage because of stress
Ex-Husband Ghost after he learned that he would pay much more child support then he was suppose to and even brought you groceries
Ex-Husband Ghost who still misses you every time he sees his kids
Ex-Husband Ghost who invited you to come to the park to watch the kids play.
“I’m sorry about the break-up.”
“I learned that he was cheating on me…”
“How long?”
“5 weeks after you had told me he yelled at the kids and when I confronted him about the yelling he told me he was cheating and then started to throw out that the child was probably not his and someone else’s…”
“Y/n-“
“Don’t…I’m here for my kids.”
“I know…”
Ex-Husband Ghost who would still buy you flowers for no reason, the just-because flowers.
“Go give these to mama,” he tells his daughter after she got out of the car.
“Okay,” she takes them and runs towards her giving them to Y/n and smiling down at her daughter moving them inside the house. She turns to Simon and blows him a kiss.
Ex-Husband Ghost who still owns his Kawasaki. He pulls up into your driveway and sees you walking out of the house arms holding you as you move your sweater over your body due to it being cold.
“It’s cold Simon, did you drive here on that?”
“I did…I wanted to see if you wanted to go on a ride?”
“Simon, the kids-“
“They’re okay…I promise just around the neighborhood, nowhere else.”
“Okay,” he pulls out her helmet from his backpack, helping her put it on and helping her on the back.
Ex-Husband Ghost who starts being invited back into your home because it was your children’s idea. They wanted their daddy back in the house to have dinner, and for him to play with them
Ex-Husband Ghost who starts coming over to help you a lot more than before. Before it seemed like Simon was married to his work…not his actual wife.
Ex-Husband Ghost who starts helping you with your sexual needs
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bunniesanddeer · 5 hours
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Love your stories❤️❤️ can I request a female reader who touches Alastors ears and tail for the first time please? Thank you
Oh, jeez. Sorry, this took so long, life happened, as it always does, when I finally got the swing of things. This is also super short, if you would like to see more, or if this wasn't at all like you expected, I apologize. You can reach back out!
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Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader (not really explicitly stated).
Warnings/tags: Soft Alastor, Literally, petting, Alastor's ears, fluff
Word count: 466
Typically, Alastor hated it when people touched him. He hated the way it sent itching up his arms and straight up his spine. He hated how vulnerable it made him, no matter how much he would deny it outwardly. People touching him wasn’t his favorite thing, but you weren’t people.
So here he was, acquiescing to the strange request you had made only moments before, bending over so you could reach the top of his head. You were shorter than himself by more than a head, so it was necessary, and he refused to sit down. 
Your eyes were full of delight as you slowly reached towards the ears flicking about on his head. A small hand finally got close enough to the base of his right ear, and he watched your face with an unmoving smile. Then your fingers finally touched the ear, and your soft fingers rubbed with the grain of his fur. 
“Oh!” You let out a noise of pure glee as you rubbed the ear. Your other hand captured the left ear, and began to softly pet it. “They’re so soft!”
Alastor could only let out a huff. His eyes slid closed so he could focus on the tender stroking. It wasn’t all terrible, he supposed. Your hands were soft, and you were cognitive of the direction of his fur, and how to treat it right. 
The more small noises you made, and the longer you rubbed at his ears, the more he wished he had sat down. Now he would have to admit that he liked it, in order to have you continue. It was a conundrum, and he wasn’t sure how to face it. 
“Do you have a tail,” you asked, a sly smile on your face. You pulled your hands back slowly, letting them fall back down to your sides. You rolled your shoulders, and gave Alastor an expectant look.
“You can find out, if,” He hesitated just the slightest amount. “If you continue that in my room. Away from any possible prying eyes.” Alastor darted his eyes around, and saw nothing. In Hell, however, that didn’t mean much. With a hand against the small of your back, he started leading you. He didn’t need you to verbalize your answer, the elation splitting your face was answer enough.
He would never admit it outside that room, but he could very easily have fallen asleep for the first time in a long time, under the pleasant ministrations of your fingers. 
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coryosmin · 11 hours
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nsfw | mdni | coryo x fem!reader
just thinking about coryo pounding you in your new apartment, claiming that each room needs to be christened before unloading all of the furniture out of the truck. so he’s taking you up against the wall in the living room, thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt repeatedly.
and you’re just whining and moaning, your arms wrapped around coryo’s neck. his curls were in his face and he was breathing heavily. “gonna cum inside of you,” he said shakily.
“please,” you moaned, nodding your head.
and with a few thrusts, the both of you were cumming with moans echoing against the walls of the empty apartment.
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blessedbucky · 21 hours
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no thoughts. just suguru using a tentacle curse to keep you and satoru bound, gagged, and stuffed full while you face each other, unable to touch yourselves or the other. and suguru just sits down to read a new book. 😌
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Regulus Black, who can't sleep because of everything that has happened at home, who wanders the castle because he can't get Walburga's voice out of his head, who flinches from everyone who reaches out to him.
James Potter, who secretly worries that people hate him, who can't sleep because he's concerned about his friends and family, who wanders the castle trying to quiet the voice in his head telling him he's unworthy, who just wants someone to hold.
Regulus and James, who end up walking the grounds together, confessing about the things that keep them up, and falling asleep in each other's arms.
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wcters · 9 hours
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𝟳 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬/𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘 (𝗣𝗟𝗨𝗦 𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧)
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pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader
word count: 2.4k
summary: you find a video of a series of clips that someone found of you and chris being cute
warnings: established relationship, swearing, kissing, covid (yes, it has to be a warning because it is horrible)
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Your eyebrows lifted in surprise when you saw the title 7 minutes of Chris and Y/n being cute. You had just been scrolling on YouTube while sitting on the couch of the triplets house, waiting for the boys to be back from filming. You had started on Instagram, catching up on family and friends, and liking some posts that you were tagged in. You then moved to YouTube after getting bored and there was nothing new on your feed.
You never expected to see something like this besides the five to ten second clips on TikTok when you’re caught in the back of a video or posted on someone’s Snapchat story, but you were surprised and entertained that someone had gotten a whole seven minutes. You weren’t an influencer or content creator of any kind; you worked a menial job and only posted on Instagram and TikTok, and rarely featured in the boys’ videos. You knew you would be in the public eye when you and Chris started dating, but you didn’t expect your relationship to have a following.
You ended up clicking on it, interest taking over and the amount of views reeling you in. You wanted to see why the video was so popular . . . And maybe show it to Chris when he came home. The first thing that greeted you was an intro, and then the clips started. The first one was from a recent video where Nick, Matt, and Chris travelled to Texas for a Sam and Colby collab. You tagged along, wanting to go to a couple stores and also offered to help film for the duo’s video. The clip was where Nick decided to wake up you and Chris with Lemonade. You barely remembered that happened as you were so drowsy, and are still confused why the oldest brother thought it was so funny.
Nick walked towards the bed where you and Chris were laying down. Chris was on his back with his head facing the direction of the camera. You were on your stomach, head tucked into the boys neck as your arm was sprawled across his chest. Chris opted to sleep shirtless even though it was insanely cold in Texas while you were wearing a sweater and some spandex, your leg peeking out of the comforter. When you and Chris cuddled when you slept, he always ended up burning hot and you subconsciously slip some part of your body out of the covers.
“Chris do you want a sip?” Nick’s voice was heard as he tilted the bottle of lemonade towards you both. “Y/n?” You made a ‘hm’ sound and Chris lifted his head up, delirious but still making sure not to knock your head. He put it down once he saw his brother. He shuffled a little bit, turning his head. “Do you want a sip or no? Are you thirsty?” Nick continued, tilting the bottle even more? This time you had opened your eyes, looking up at your best friend. “Nick . . . What?” You questioned, confused. “Of what Nick?” Chris’s voice came from beside you, hoarse from sleep.
“Lemonade. Do you guys want some?” The oldest triplet continued. You curled more towards Chris and tightened your arms around him as you made a sound of annoyance. “Nick, I’m tired. Please.” You begged him, shoving your face into the crook of your boyfriends neck again. “Are you fucking stupid?” Your boyfriend asked, awake enough to realize what was happening and get angry. “Leave us alone.” Nick raised his hands in defense. “Alright, alright. It’s over here if you want it,” he spoke as he placed it down. “Go away.” You murmured as you fell back asleep, Chris turning towards you.
The next clip was the boys on the podcast. They were talking with Nate about childhood memories and growing up together in Boston. The camera flipped from Matt to Chris as he was doing something on his phone. “━━ I’m sorry Matt. Chris . . . what are you doing?” Nick interrupted the boy as he faced towards Chris. Chris lifted his head in surprise. “We’re literally doing a podcast. Who are you texting?” “Probably Y/n.” Nate guessed as the whole table started to laugh except for Chris. “No, I’m not.” He denied as he covered his face with his hands. “You totally were.” Matt argued. “Okay, fine, I was. It was about something important though so let’s drop it and get back to what we were talking about.” Chris shut the conversation down and placed his phone on the counter face up.
“Alright. Matt, what were you saying?” Nick turned to Matt. The topic was dropped but every once in a while Chris would look at his phone. The group must’ve been really into the podcast as no one noticed your car pull up, or the door opening and you walking in. You had placed the cases of Pepsi and Doctor Pepper on their counter before opening the Pepsi case, grabbing one, and heading upstairs. Nate was in the middle of talking about hockey when they heard your footsteps. Everyone swivelled their heads to see you walking into the room with a can of Pepsi. “Oh. My. God. Chris.” Nick gasped as he saw you. “Hi,” you waved, “sorry to interrupt.” “It’s no problem babe.” Chris responded, grabbing your body as you got close and put you in his lap.
“Did you call her all the way over here to bring you Pepsi?” Matt asked, clearly shocked. Chris blushed out of embarrassment in response. “You think he wouldn’t?” Nate butted in making everyone laugh. “I also got Doctor Pepper,” you shrugged, “I was also getting off work.” Your boyfriend pointed to you. “Like I said, it was important.” Nate was laughing as his best friends stared at their bother in shock. “Alright, I’m going to head out. The cases are downstairs. Anyone want one?” You asked, getting up off of Chris. There was a chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ from around the table. “Thank you.” Chris smiled at you as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “Yeah, yeah. Have fun!” You waved as you headed downstairs.
The first time you had really been “revealed” to the fan base was on a livestream . . . And it was by accident. This clip was shorter than the rest, but it was probably the most popular if you had to guess. You had been dating Chris for awhile and this live was around the time when they started to get attention and more followers on their social media. It was back in their house in Boston. Nick had started a livestream for whatever reason and Matt had joined it after a couple minutes. You and Chris were watching a movie in his room so you didn’t participate ━━ and the fact that people didn’t even know about you. You didn’t even know it was happening, the boys didn’t text and warn you guys, so when you went downstairs with Chris to get some popcorn and drinks, both of your figures were shown in the background.
Nick and Matt didn’t even notice you guys until you appeared in front of them and were in the middle of opening the fridge. They looked to the chat to see if they saw you . . . And they definitely did. Not enough to identify you because all of the comments were asking who you were, but still enough to let people know Chris had a girlfriend. The two boys looked at each other before muting the live. It stayed on for a minute or two before they had ended it with a quick ‘goodbye’. Next thing you knew, %
#chrissturniologirlfriend was trending on your twitter with pictures of you and Chris from the live plastered over the tweets. That’s what led to the soft launch Instagram post and your presence being known, as well as you making your Instagram private for awhile.
A certain clip had you smiling and blushing like a little kid, remembering it happening and the whole trip. It was when went to Vermont for their annual family holiday and Chris had asked you to come along, as well as Nick and Matt. You said yes, but we’re nervous. I mean, you were going on your first trip with his parents? They ended up loving having you there, but you were scared shitless. Nick was holding the camera showing Matt feeding some of the Alpacas with Chris in the back.
You could see the brunette go slightly out of frame before he comes back, you trailing behind. “Come on,” he said to you, “just try it.” You playfully rolled your eyes before he passed you some of the feed and you held it out. You let out a noise of surprise as the alpaca started to eat it. “Oh my god.” You whispered, looking at it before pulling away. You were clueless to the camera showing you and Chris whispering while you were holding each others hand. “Do you want to do it again?” Your boyfriend asked you. “I think I’m alright.” You laughed. “Here’s a couple change to get some more food though.” He kissed your cheek as you passed him some coins from your pocket. “You’re the best,” he said before quickly kissing you and going back to the machines.
You never knew how they get their hands on them, but so many clips of Chris and Matt playing lacrosse ended up on your for you page and feed on Instagram. You didn’t even know those were on the internet except for Mary-Lou’s socials. There were so many edits of that clip of Chris taking his helmet off and them posing for a picture with all three of them and their mom, but you had yet to see this one. It was practically the same, all four lined up while their picture was getting taken. Then Mary-Lou made a ‘come here’ movement with her hand and you appeared on camera next to Chris. You remembered that moment and being so proud, but not video taped.
You posed for a couple pictures with them, then just you and the triplets. They were also your best friends, you even came to the game with Nick and Mary-Lou. You three had gossiped while watching the game and taken so many videos. Then, the two brothers moved away and Mary-Lou moved into frame with her phone up. It was just you and Chris posing this time, and it caught you licking your finger to get some of the leftover face paint that was a little messed up off his face. Chris had made a weird face but let you do it anyway. You would’ve slapped his hand away if he even tried. You think you said something along the lines of “you’ll thank me later.”
You had watched Larray after you had seen some of his vines on a vine compilation while YouTube was just filled with those. You were so excited ━━ and jealous ━━ when the twins got noticed and met up with Larray for the first time. You were even more excited when you met him. You had watched him for years, through all his phases, so you recognized when one of his videos popped up.
“Where would you want your first date?” Chris had asked Larray. They talked about Larray’s choice of waffle house before Chris said “I want to go to Topgolf.” “You want to hit balls with your girl?” Arrington replied, looking at Chris. “Well, I didn’t have a chance to take Y/n on a first date in LA, and we’ve only went with Matt and Nick, so I’d want to go to TopGolf with just her,” Chris explained, “our first date back in Boston was at some mini golf place. I’d like to take her to remind her of our first one . . . And because we both like TopGolf.” “That was so cute.”Larray chimed in, covering his mouth with his hand. “It’s one of the only times.” Matt joked which earned a slap from his brother. “That’s so not true.” He argued. “Either way, it’s well deserved. She’s amazing.” Larray praised you.
You remembered watching this with Chris when it came out and literally standing up in shock, hitting him when you got up. “You got more excited over Larray complementing you than me being cute and talking about us?” Chris asked in shock. “You think I wouldn’t?” He nodded at that. “Still upset, but that is true.”
The last clip was one of you and Chris like the rest . . . But also Nick and Matt. Nick had had a cold the last time you saw him, Matt, and Chris. He didn’t think it was anything but a cold, but it turned out it was COVID. Chris let you know as soon as they figured it out, and then Matt tested positive. You felt bad because they were stuck in the house for at least a week . . . And they’re not the best at cooking food for themselves, all they did was just order in or go out if you didn’t bring over some food or cook when you’re over there.
Since you weren’t over there, you figured you would go over and drop off some pre-made food and some other drinks and necessities like medicine, toilet paper, masks, tests, etc. You had had the weekend off so you had time to go over and help them. You didn’t know they were vlogging so you were surprised when you knocked on Chris’s door with a mask and a bowl of soup and he greeted you with a camera in your face. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked you, tilting the camera down a bit. “I felt bad because you guys - no offence - eat like shit and thought you would want some homemade food.” You laughed, giving him the bowl as he put the camera down.
“Thanks. I miss your cooking and you over here. It’s so fucking boring.” He told you. “I’m sure you’ll survive. On the kitchen counter there’s some medicine, masks, tests, and some other stuff that you might run out of. If you need anything else.” He nodded. “I wish I could hug and kiss you but I’m sick and don’t want to get you sick.” “How am I going to survive?” You teased, smiling at him from under the mask. “I don’t know. Well, anyway, go save Nick and Matt too. I’m sure they’ll appreciate you.” Your boyfriend smiled at you as he waved and closed the door.
It was almost the exact same situation with Matt and Nick. Door opening with a camera in your face and surprise written in theirs. You had given them your soup and the same rundown you gave Chris. They said their ‘thank you’s’ and Nick promised to give you a hug. This was all caught on camera and added into the vlog, with an edit from Nick saying “you saved our lives.”
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