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madricat · 1 year

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Pompeii Part 4: happy birthday

Summary: Carlos goes through more pain with having to continue his life but what if doing so allows him to gain some happiness again?

Genre: Angst and fluff

Notes: Pompeii Part 4! not really proof read so may be grammar mistakes

Warnings: ANGSTY, MENTIONS OF DEATH, YELLING, CRYING

check out Ducky's first parts pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

As the month dragged by, Carlos wasn't the same anymore. Every night Carlos would cry himself to sleep at the thought of getting older without his triplets. And with the rebuild of Casita, it made him feel even worse. He couldn’t bring himself to go back to the place that killed both of you. So he never helped rebuild Casita; instead, he would go back to the river every day.

Every time he visited he would bring some of your’s and Camilo’s favorite food because he knew how mad you would be at him for not taking care of himself. During his time he would enjoy the peace of the quiet and only imagine what you guys would have been up to by now, maybe you would have confessed to your crush you told him about a year ago. Or imagine how many fights would end up with a cactus in Camilo cause he pissed off Isabela. Maybe you all would have ganged up against your older sister to make fun and park her new boyfriend. Oh right…yall never say that. Damn. You guys had missed so much in life so far, Carlos can't even bring himself to think of what else you guys would as well. By the time the sun set he would trench back to the house that some villagers were letting his family stay in.

He arrived back in time for dinner. Once again he just ate his dinner in silence while everyone else was chatting away. He was about to excuse himself when his abuela said something.

“Family, we are all grateful for the help to rebuild our lovely Casita. Tomorrow we shall finally be able to move back in, so tonight please gather up all your stuff so we are ready to move.”

By the end of dinner Carlos dragged himself back into the room he was staying in. He didn't want to leave yet. Not that he liked this place no, he just didn't want to go back to the same place he lost his meaning to live. The place where the lives of triplets were lost. He didnt even wanna walk near there, let alone live there. But he had no choice, no matter how hard he wanted to avoid this time.

Thankfully he didn't have much to pack anyway, it only took him about an hour. He only had one last thing to pack tho. There he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over y’all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.

He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.

“Hermano wake up, we get to go back to Casita today!” and enthusiastic Antonio squeaked.

Carlos weakly opened his eyes that were glue shut from the tears that poured last night.

“Calmate im getting up”

When he got up body was sore. He had slept all night in the same position clenching onto the photo of you three close to his chest.

Everyone was standing around the path to casita while mirabel was holding a custom doorknob just for her

“I see me..all of me” she said with tears in her eyes

Once she placed the doorknob in magic spread all throughout the house and bringing it back to life, literally.

Everyone started flooding through the doors bringing back the atmosphere of their once beloved home. But Carlos didn't budge. He stood there staring at the house which he dreaded going back into. A pain started to fill every cavity of his chest just remembering that sight he saw of his siblings. When all of a sudden a hand was placed on his shoulder.

“ It hurts me as well, but we both know that they would want us to go in, no matter how much of chickens they would be acting right now,” Dolores said, causing a low chuckle from Carlos.

She reached her hand out for him to grab. Slowly he held on to his big sister's hand as he was about to do one of the most painful things in his life, going back to that dreaded place.

As they both walked through the door side by side he tried hard to stay strong and put on a brave face. Once he stepped in he was flooded by amazing memories he had with you two

“ Hey Stupid what would happen if we started spinning you in the hammock?” an 11 year old Carlos exclaimed to his brother.

“Only one way to find out!” a young and very stupid Camilo agreed.

Flash forward to within 5 minutes with Camilo in a hammock wearing a helmet and holding onto the sides of it for dear life, and on the other side Carlos on the end of the hammock ready to spin him.

“What are you doing now?!” came in young y/n holding an empanada you just got from your tia.

“ About to see what happens to milo if we spin him in the hammock”

“I’ve got a helmet!” he interrupted.

“Yes he has a helmet. So you gonna help us or not”

“Fineeee” young you had said while stuffing the rest of your empanada in your mouth so you could help them.

“ ha remember that time we convinced Camilo to go into the hammock and spin him around” he said to his sister, remembering the memory

“ isn’t it the time he flung out and you guys had tia keep it a secret from mama cause you both knew you’d get in trouble”

“Haha yeah…it was fun”

Dolores had a smile escape from her seeing him laugh and remember the good times they all had together.

It has been a month now since they’ve moved back in. Almost everyone had gotten comfy again and settled back in. All but Carlos. Ever since they came back he hasn't opened his door. He didn’t want his powers back, it would only pain him to remember his matching gift with his triplets. And not seeing your guys' doors near his anymore hurts like hell. So instead he has been sleeping in Antonio’s room since Pepa wont let him sleep on the couch downstairs all by himself.

At dinner tonight something seemed off. Everyone's chatter sort of seemed a bit forced like they were all trying to hold something in. You can clearly tell in Mirabel’s face that she couldn’t keep straight. All of the sudden it seemed like Pepa had gotten the courage to speak.

“Carlos it’s your birthday tomorrow, would you like anything?” she asked with hesitation.

“ …I don't want to celebrate,” he said, holding back his tears. He had lost all track of time that he didn’t even notice it was almost his birthday. His birthday…no. It should have been an our birthday instead. He should have celebrated it alongside both of you. Now that he realizes it it was always you and Milo who made a bigger deal out of your guys birthday. All week he would have heard about it. All planning what gifts you wanted to get or who won the vote of the cake flavor this year. But none of it was gonna happen

With this he excused himself from the table and headed up to his room. While he was there he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over you all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.

He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.

“Happy birthday!” Carlos heard while being licked in the face by Antonio’s jaguar. What an amazing wake up call.

“Alright Alright i’m awake” he said half awake.

After he had gotten up and ready for the day he and Antonio headed down for breakfast.

When they got downstairs you could tell that the atmosphere felt a bit weird.

“Happy Birthday mijo” Felix calmly said to his son while placing a hand on his back.

“Gracias papa”

“ I miss them greatly as well, but we'll get through this together.”

“Carlos glanced over, giving him a slight smile for the kind gesture.

It was now a bit later in the day. Carlos was waiting for his tia to finish making some food for him to take for today.

During his aimless walk around he ended up going up upstairs. Walking along the edge he held his arm out to let his fingers sweep by the railing. He just did many aimless laps around, only moving to not run into plants. Yet during all this he didnt think a thing. His mind was just blank.

During lap who knows what, while he was walking he didn't pay attention and tipped over a small vase.

Doing this made him snap out of his trance. Quickly picking up the mess he made he finally realized where he was. There in front of him was his unopened door. He paused his cleaning and just stared at it.

“We both know you should open it”

A whisper voice appeared out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of him.

“AHHH! DOLORES WHAT DA HELL?!”

“Lo siento hermano”

“...maybe your right”

“ que?”

“ I mean those losers would have wanted me to open it by now right?”

“Agreed”

“Should I…?”

“It’s your decision”

Upon hearing this Carlos closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With fear in his eyes he looked at the doorknob. He took small slow steps towards the door and once he reached it his breathing hitched. Raising his hand upwards to grip the doorknob. When his hand was hovering over it he froze. Is he really gonna do this? How will he live with himself? But it’s what they would want right? But it still wouldn’t be the same? The more questions he wondered the fear was more evident on his face then over. Looking over his shoulder to glance at his sister she gave a resuring headnod that it’s okay. With this he finally lowered his hand and gripped on the doorknob. But nothing happened. The door was still blank. Confusion started to rise

“Did it work?”

“I don't know let me give it a try”

He tried to transform into anyone…but his appearance stayed the same.

“Wh-what’s happening?” a distressed Carlos asked

“I-i don't know!” said an equally confused Dolores

Carlos held up both of his hands, they were shaking crazy. His eyes darted all around trying to unscramble the mess in his brain. He looked up to meet the eyes of his sister, his lip trembling.

“CARLOS YOUR FOOD IS READY!” yelled his tia from the kitchen

“...I have to go”

With this he ran down stairs and swiftly grabbed the basket off the counter and ran. He didn’t know where he was running, he just let his feet guide him.

Finally when his feet stopped he looked up to see where he was. He had ran all the way to your guys’ graves. He hasn’t visited here ever since where you guys were buried, it pained him to come here again. Upon closer look he realized that the ruanas he placed on the grave stones were gone

“ No, no where did they go?!” he yeld while holding back a sob stuck in his throat.

He collapsed to the floor gripping his ruana near his chest. A pain unimaginable was in his heart. How much more could this day pain him? He sat there balling his eyes out. All the pain that had been building up from today was being released.

“ hey loser you don't look good crying” said a familiar voice

Carlos shot his head up to see who was talking. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot from the violent sobs. When he looked up he saw a sight he missed all too well.

“Ca-camilo…?”

“Yup! I would say in the flesh but umm yeahhh”

“How are you-where’s y/n?!”

“Over here dumbass”

Carlos shot his head back to see the sight of his sibling standing there. Oh god how much he missed it

“Wait how are you guys-”

“Well, if you would have been smart, I believe you got a new gift. Oh, and we never got the chance to thank you for our ruanas, it was getting cold.” you said.

“Ha your welcome then”

" Now you have to catch us up on everything though"

That was his new gift, being able to talk to the dead. Maybe his gift was still connected to his siblings in the end after all…

#spotify #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x y/n #carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #angst #triplet au #sorry but i couldn't help myself from writting this #carlos my beloved #encanto carlos #my fic

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multicolour-ink · 9 months

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Hey, a little angsty but wholesome idea:

What if Mario and Luigi (I'm asuming they're twins) have a triplet? Who helps them with their plumbing business and other things, all having a wonderfull sibling bond. But after the battle with Bowser, that triplet feels worthless because: their brothers where the heroes, get complemented a lot, and basically throw them into the shadow of their brothers, since they have nothing special besides being "the triplet of the SUPER Mario bros." But Mario and Luigi notice and try to make them take into account too, maybe not with the fight against Bowser, but in things that they do for themselves or that has helped them.

Hmm that is an interesting idea 🤔

I think this triplet would definitely feel left out if their brothers were the heroes. But of course the Bros would never want to let that happen for long.

My idea is that they could help behind the scenes. Maybe be tasked with looking after Brooklyn, and report on anything suspicious or potentially dangerous to the Bros, while they look after the Mushroom Kingdom.

It's a sibling dynamic that ensures both worlds are protected and safe ^^

#super mario #mario #luigi #3rd sibling #triplets #triplet au #super mario au #mario au #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #mario movie 2023 #multicolour ink answers

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thecrusadercomrade · 2 months

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Okay, so one TWDG fanfic idea I've got that won't be coming for a long while is one that takes place after the end of season two. Specifically the Alone ending. I don't have a name for it yet, but here's the basic premise.

After a few weeks on her own, Clementine, trying to take care of AJ, runs into a set of teenage identical triplets named Faith, Grace, and Hope. Though initially suspicious of them, Clementine decides to give them a chance, and the fic is about Clem and AJ becoming a part of of this little family as they all search for a place to call home. Many season two locations will be revisited, with the fic sort of serving as a reflection of everything that happened in the season.

I like this story because it gives Clementine a chance to have people looking out for her again, to be part of a family. To not have to handle everything on her own. And at the same time, Clementine helps the triplets with their own issues, helping them to be closer to one another and overcome conflicts between the sisters. I think it has a chance to be really sweet, definitely one of my fluffier stories.

Also, as you may have guessed from their names, Faith, Grace, and Hope came from a very religious family, something the three have carried on into the apocalypse. Another reason I love this idea is that it's basically a self-indulgent excuse for me to explore what it's like to be Christian in the world of TWDG, both through the triplets' own perspectives, as well as through the eyes of Clementine, who's mostly an outsider to that sort of thing. The fic will explore how their faith impacts their outlook on the apocalypse and the walkers and the things they have to do to survive, with each of the triplets having their own takes on various issues of morality and belief.

Faith, Grace, and Hope have quickly become my favorite OCs that I've ever created, and I can't wait to bring them to life through a story one day. I've spent a lot of time talking about them with a friend of mine, but I haven't started making an outline for a proper story yet. Currently working on other projects.

#the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanfic #CrusaderWriting #Triplet AU #that's the closest i have to a proper name for it XD #twdg clementine #twdg aj #Christianity

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animetingzz · 2 years

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Ok so like in this fic I’m working on I thought about the age gaps for the sisters and decided that I liked the idea of them being triplets. Like imagine Bela’s always saying she’s older than Daniela and Cassandra to get what she wants and Daniela’s like “only by a few minutes!!” And Cass is like “we’re all the same age dipshits.”

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #re8 dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #re8 village #triplet au #😂

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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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Would you ever write ben solo, kylo ren, matt solo x reader ? 🤤😛 triplets 😍😍😍

i have! i even have a fic with them (unfinished), if you browse their master lists you will find their content :) im always willing to write some triplet AU!

Kylo Ren Masterlist

Ben Solo Masterlist

Matt the Radar Tech Masterlist

Mega Masterlist

hope you fid something you like! :))))

#matt the radar technician #matt the radar tech #adam driver #adamdriver #kylo ren #ben solo #solo triplets #triplet au #my writing

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running2redemption · 1 year

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The Triplets 🍳

🍳 - What does your breakfast look like?

"I don't really need to eat breakfast, so I eat pretty much whatever I want. I distinctly remember validating coconut cream pie for breakfast once though."

"Usually pancakes and waffles with hardboiled eggs, all courtesy of Boxman. Oh, and an obscene amount of coffee."

"You all already know what I'm gonna say: glorbs. Tried putting them in a wafflemaker once. That was... fun."

#Laserblast answers #Venomous answers #Shadowy answers #Triplet AU

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bluejay-writes · 2 years

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Sae My Name - Chapter 1; Funhouse Mirror

What if the prime minister stole one of the Choi siblings from the hospital, and raised that child to think they were an only? What happens when she runs away to live her own life, and just happens to get led to Rika's apartment? Shenanigans, that's what.

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Mature Chapter 1 Wordcount: 3133 Pairings: MC (Jin) / Vanderwood, other background ships. Notes: This fic is focused around a trans MC, which plays a big role in her story. She is the focus character, though the rest of the RFA and side characters do play a part. You can also read this on Ao3, updating every Monday.

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Jin pulled her heavy red curls up off her neck and sighed. The summer heat was starting to get to her, but there was no way she was cutting her hair. Every time she did, people started calling her ‘sir’ again and she was not into that life, thanks.

“Excuse me.” A voice called out from behind her. “Are you Saejin Choi?”

Dropping her hair, Jin turned and blinked at the man in a three piece suit and sunglasses. Bodyguard. He sure stood out here on campus. She shook her head.

“Sorry, no.” She said, tipping her head just slightly. “Does she go here?”

Here, of course, was SKY University, which was huge.

“He. Yes, sorry. If you ever meet a boy with your hair color and gold eyes, tell him his father is looking for him, please.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Jin said, plastering a fake smile on her face before heading off in some random direction.

Fuck. He knows where I am. Time to move again.

On the windowsill of her favorite coffee shop, a phone buzzed. No one had been in the shop except her for more than an hour. Some poor soul had lost their phone and probably had no idea it was here. Maybe it was that blonde? Impulsively, Jin reached out and picked it up. There was a text message displayed on the screen.

If you’re reading this, please bring my phone to me!

There was an address and a door code. Jin sighed. She really didn’t want to go somewhere that a random abandoned phone told her to go. It would probably be smart to just hand it to the barista and head home. She had a limited amount of time to pack a bag and disappear again, and while she hadn’t found a new place to be yet a single bag to carry with her backpack wouldn’t be too suspicious. As she turned to pack up her computer and do exactly that she caught the eye of a bodyguard waiting out front, different from the one earlier, and noticed yet another one at the counter talking to the barista.

Shit. Okay. Out through the kitchen it is. Better to just leave behind everything that I can live without.

She tucked the abandoned phone into her pocket and sat there another minute or two ostensibly doing homework before getting up and heading to the bathroom, her laptop and cellphone sitting on her table. She had her wallet in her pocket and that lost phone, she may as well go to the suspect apartment - they’d have no reason to look for her there.

As she walked down the street a ways away from the coffee shop, she looked back. The bodyguard was still looking in the window at where she’d left her things. Good.

Jin knocked on the door. No response. Guess she’d have to use the door code. A few keypresses later, and the door swung open to an apartment so lavish she felt herself checking over her shoulder for more of her father’s goon squad.

She called out into the apartment but only silence greeted her. When she looked back down at the phone she realized that there was a chat there… and it knew her name.

Jin has entered the chat Yoosung★: STRANGER ALERT WEKRJEKWLJR! Yoosung★: Yoosung★: ??????????? Who are u??? Jumin Han: Who is this? Jaehee Kang: Jin? How did you get in here? ZEN: ?? Who the hell is that? I think it’s a girl. V: … 707: Hold on, their location… 707: Hey, how’d you get inside Rika’s apartment? ZEN: Whaaat? Jaehee Kang: Even we don’t know where it is… The location is top secret. ZEN: How did she get in there?! Jin: Who are you people?! Yoosung★: That’s what we’d like to ask you! Jin: How does it know my name?! Jin: I was just trying to return this phone, it’s not even mine! Jin: How did I get invited to this chatroom?!! Jin: What in the world is going on??? 707: It’s Rika’s phone for sure, so I can’t pull up any other info. Yoosung★: Huh? I thought V had all of Rika’s things. Did she lose it? 707: How did you get into that apartment? Jin: I was given an address and a code. 707: I checked the security cam in the hallway, Jin is totally a girl. Jin: You can see me?! 707: And a cute one at that!! V: I don’t think she’s dangerous. I’ll go meet her myself. V: Jin, meet me at the cafe next to the building in 30 minutes. 707: V, I’m coming along. V: That’s unnecessary. 707: Too bad, I have something I need to check myself. Jin: Um. Okay. I’ll be waiting I guess?

Jin sipped the tea she’d gotten at the cafe and fidgeted with the phone in front of her. It wasn’t hers, but she literally had nothing to do but wait and she’d rather sip tea for half an hour at a cafe than sit in someone else’s apartment.

Even though she knew that her father’s goon squad were looking for her, she still pulled her distinctive hair up into a ponytail. Her fringe hanging in her face was enough, thanks. If only I could dye this mess, but it just won’t take the dye.

The bell above the door jingled and Jin looked up to see the teal-haired human she’d been expecting from V’s profile picture, but beside him was an unruly mop of red hair with suspiciously narrowed gold eyes behind danger-tape glasses. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror. She immediately stood and took two steps back.

“Jin?” V said, and that’s when she noticed the sunglasses, combined with the fact that he wasn’t reacting to the resemblance between herself and the man at his side. He seemed to be blind, like Mr. Kim, one of the guest lecturers they’d had in her photography class last semester. Wait, was this the photographer?

“I’m here.” She said, internally cursing herself for not learning how to disguise her own voice as she saw V tense slightly at her response.

“I’m not playing tricks on you, V.” The other redhead said from his side.

“Oh. That’s interesting, then, Luciel.” V said as he took a seat at her table.

“Who… are you?” Jin said, still two steps back from the table.

“Luciel Choi.” He said, holding out a hand to shake, which she did - though she was shaking more than enough without adding a handshake to it, but whatever.

“Jin.” She said, deciding that giving him more information was a bad idea until she knew whether he was working for her, no their, father. She was sure now he was related.

“Jin.” V said quietly. “Do you have a surname?”

“V.” Luciel said, his tone a warning, “I don’t think you want to push that right now.”

Shit, can he read my mind, too?

Luciel turned a smirking look her direction. “No, I’m not reading your mind, you just have no poker face.”

Jin sighed, and sat down, emptying her tea mug all at once as if it were a shot of alcohol before setting it back on the table with a thunk.

“I’m too sober for this. Who are you, why am I here, and should I be running for my life?” she pushed the phone across the table. “This is the phone, you can have it back.”

“We’re the RFA, a charity group. You’re here because someone got our old party coordinator’s phone and information to you then led you to her home and office. And you’re free to leave, but I get the feeling that you didn’t ask all of your questions yet.” V said, and Jin sighed. “So.. I’m going to go order drinks, and maybe you can ask Luciel whatever it is you two aren’t saying with me here.”

V got up and walked slowly up to the counter.

Jin sighed.

“You work for my father, right?” she said, watching the golden eyes across from her so closely that she saw the moment of shock in them.

“Fuck no.” He said. “How old are you, Ms. Choi?”

Jin sighed. “21. 22 next week.”

“June 11th.” Luciel said, deadpan, and it was Jin’s turn to be surprised.

“How did you—“

“You’re close, but you’re no replacement for us.”

“Replacement? Us?”

“I had no idea he was so desperate to steal us away that he’d groom a replacement child. Hair’s a perfect match but the eyes are off by a country mile.”

“These are contacts.” Jin said, not sure why she was sharing that much, but being called a replacement had hit her in a way she wasn’t prepared to cope with. No one should have had to go through what she went through. And if she was a replacement… what had they gone through?

“Ohho, even better. Brown under there, I bet.” Luciel said smugly, and Jin seethed.

She reached up and slid one of her contacts aside to show him the gold hiding behind the green plastic before blinking it back into place. She didn’t dare just take one out, she didn’t have anywhere to put it or any solution to rinse it before putting it back in.

“Fuck.” Saeyoung said quietly but full of emotion, as V sat back down at the table.

“Why are you taunting me like this?” She said roughly. “Do you think I want this life? Constantly looking over my shoulder for his fucking goon squad to come and take me back to that hell? I’m not pulling some elaborate prank here. I just want to live.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she looked anywhere but at Luciel.

“Long-lost sister?” V asked, sliding a tea refill and a cookie across the table to Jin.

“I don’t have any sisters.” Luciel said. “Mom used to talk about how father stole our brother from her, but I was mostly sure she couldn’t tell us apart and thought we were one child most of the time. Why am I saying any of this?”

“Because you’re looking in a funhouse mirror and the entire world seems like it fell on its head?” Jin offered, her voice shaking. “That’s how I’ve felt since you walked in, and I’ve definitely shared way more than is safe for me to have done. Listen, you don’t have to trust me about any of this and it’s probably safer if you don’t, but at least listen about his goons being out looking for me and keep your head down for a bit. Our hair is a beacon.”

Luciel made a noncommittal noise, and Jin sighed.

“Look, I should go.” She stood, and started to push in her chair before V spoke up.

“At least drink your tea and eat your cookie?” V said, in such a persuasive yet calm tone that Jin plopped back into her chair like a boneless fish.

Ugh, why am I even here? I should be trying to reclaim my things from the coffee shop, or seeing if I can sneak back into the apartment to grab clothes to lay low under a bridge for a bit. Instead I’m sitting here with low-budget daredevil and my creepy hacker doppelganger.

“Jin.” V said quietly, pushing the phone back across the table at her. “You should keep this. So you can chat with the members more.”

Jin looked at the phone, and at V, before remembering he couldn’t see her thinking. “Why does that seem like a good idea? You don’t know me. I don’t know you, and I’m only going to be a bother to him.” She gestured at Luciel, irritated.

“Because someone wanted you to have that phone. To meet us. And until we figure out who and why, the safest thing we can do is play along. Besides, Jumin’s already taken a liking to you.”

Luciel looked startled. Jin thought back over the small chat conversation, and shook her head.

“I didn’t really talk to anyone enough for someone to take a liking to me.” She said bluntly.

“No, but you said enough that Jumin is determined you’re interesting and honest, and he wants to meet you.”

“V, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Luciel said.

V sighed. “Just take the phone, Jin. Use it or don’t, up to you.”

Jin nodded, not feeling up to arguing further with a blind man. As she took a sip of her tea, Luciel pulled his phone out - it had been buzzing apparently.

“Hey Yoosung. Yeah, I’m still with Jin and V. Oh. Hang on, let me ask.”

“Hey, quick question.” He turned to her, and not to V, and she blinked. “You didn’t happen to abandon an entire table of technology and homework at the Study Bean on campus, did you?”

Jin winced. “I did. How…”

Luciel waved her question aside and focused on his phone again.

“Yeah, it’s our Jin’s.”

“…”

“You have it?”

“…”

“Sweet, can I give her your address?”

“…”

“Okay, see you soon, Yoosung.”

Luciel hung up the phone and met her eyes.

“So, wanna go on a field trip to get your things? Yoosung claimed they were his because some sketchy dudes kept eyeing them, and caught your name on one of the assignments.”

Jin cursed. Of course she’d managed to get some poor innocent college kid involved in this mess. This was why she didn’t get to have friends.

“He could be in trouble. Those were Father’s…” Jin cut herself off, biting her lip. “Give me that address, I need to…”

“Yeah, I thought you might say that. Yoosung’s a smart kid, don’t worry. And I’m taking you there. You’ll have to forgive me - I don’t trust you with Yoosung yet.”

Jin cursed under her breath.

“Fine. I hope you’re right about how smart this kid is.”

Jin looked at the car that Luciel led her to and froze.

“No.” She said succinctly and turned to leave.

“Hold on, Sis.” He said, moving closer but not getting between her and the exit.

“I bought this car with my own hard earned money. You’re not going to look down on my babe just because you think I shouldn’t have money, are you?”

“Your babe?” Jin laughed. “Ugh. Fine. I always wanted to ride in a Herrari. Just know this goes against my better judgment.”

Sitting in the sports car made Jin feel even more out of place.

“What are we going to tell Yoosung?” She asked quietly, and Luciel sighed.

“Depends. He’s going to pick up on the awkwardness right away.”

“V picked up on the awkwardness and as far as I could figure, he’s blind. This damn hair is a dead giveaway.”

“Well, yeah. Yoosung’s cute, but he’s also an idiot. He’s likely to think we dated or something.”

“Agh, god, no.” Jin paused. “I mean no offense, but gah.”

“I feel similarly. I always wondered what it would be like to have a sister.”

Jin grumbled something under her breath, and Luciel glanced her way but didn’t ask.

“Seven!!” The blonde behind the door launched at Luciel the moment he opened the door, and Jin watched with one eyebrow raised as her brother (gods that is still weird to think about) picked him up and spun him about before setting him back down out of the way of the door.

Yoosung’s eyes automatically tracked to hers, and Jin got to see as his eyes widened to look at her. Ah. Shit. I thought Luciel said he was an idiot though… also we totally have had classes together, and he never reacted then… okay, maybe he really is an idiot…

“Seven! You brought a cute girl! Is this Jin? Jin’s a girl?! You both have the same hair! I’m jealous. Maybe I should dye mine red.”

“Calm down, Yoosung.” Luciel said, and Jin smirked.

“Hi.” She said. “I’m Jin. You rescued my stuff?”

“I did! Why did you leave it all behind? This is a really nice laptop!”

Yoosung turned and grabbed her backpack which had all of her things carefully packed back in it.

“Uh…” Jin didn’t know how to explain anything at all to Yoosung without getting him in more trouble. “Reasons.” She said, finally.

“Oh!” Yoosung said, like something clicked. “Do you work with Seven? That would explain why he wanted to meet up with you and V.”

Jin looked at Luciel, who seemed to be doing some extensive mental calculations.

“She looked like someone I knew, is all.” Luciel said, finally. “But who knows, anything can happen!”

Jin chuckled. No it couldn’t. She was about to drop off the face of the planet.

“Do you want to game? Or watch something? I never get to see Seven anymore, and…”

Jin shook her head, and Seven apologized.

“Sorry, Yoosung. Those sketchy dudes think Jin is someone she isn’t, and we don’t want to get you in trouble too.”

“Aw, dang. LOLOL later though?”

“It’s raid night, of course I’ll be there.”

“So, are you two an item?” Jin asked when they were back in the car.

“No. No no no.” Luciel said, laughing. “We’re just good friends.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry.”

“Why’d you ask, do you like Yoosung?”

Jin blushed. “No, I… I mean he’s super cute, but I’m not…”

Luciel laughed, a ridiculous grin on his face.

“You’re fun to tease, Jin.”

“Shut up, Luciel!” Jin said, her blush seemingly a permanent fixture.

After another few minutes of awkward silence, he sighed.

“Saeyoung.” He said, softly.

“What?”

“My name. It’s Saeyoung.”

“Oh. So Luciel is…”

“My baptismal name.”

“You’re Catholic?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Huh. Cool. I’m Saejin. Nice to meet you, Saeyoung.” A name for a name. It’s only fair. And the Sae… yeah, they were definitely siblings.

“No one else knows it so… stick to Luciel, or Seven if you’d rather.”

“Ooh, I like Seven better. You just keep calling me Jin and we’re even.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Seven asked, almost quietly enough that she missed it.

“What is it?”

“Don’t disappear? I already lost one brother, I can’t lose my sister too.”

Fuck. How did he know? Now I have to figure out what I can do to stay safe and not disappear… though to be honest having someone who knows who I am and still accepts me… it’s really nice.

“I’ll try not to. It’s hard right now with father’s goons close on my tail.”

“You can stay with me, if that’s safe enough.” Seven offered.

My choices here are to give in and trust my older brother 100%, or to run and run now. Trust it is.

“I don’t want to risk your home.”

“It’s a fucking bunker, it’s probably fine.”

“Oh. Well, okay then.”

“Good, ‘cause we’re here.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #triplet au #new fic who dis #vanderwood x mc #sae my name

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ninjastormhawkkat · 1 year

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Who do you think is the oldest and youngest of the Boxleitner siblings?

I view Emily as the youngest sibling. Thomas and Jeremy were normal names for Dr. Two Brains and Mr. Charming. They were part of a what if where Dr. Two Brains and Mr. Charming and Steven are triplets. So those three are the same age. Victor is the oldest. I don't know how old Paige is but I am going with second oldest here.

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #boxleitner family #chaoticerisstuff #victor boxleitner #mr. charming #dr two brains #triplet au #answered ask

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0rb1s · 21 days

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Related ASL my beloved… related ASL

Asks are always welcome about my aus :D

#ASL triplet Au #my art #one piece #one piece fanart #monkey d luffy #portgas d ace #flame emperor sabo #asl brothers #asl brother fanart #one piece au

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vanteguccir · 15 days

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Fake Smile | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

Warning: Crying, comparison, fighting.

Requested?: Yes, by anon

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The morning sun beamed beyond the half-open curtains in the living room, painting the room with orange and gold tones. Sitting at the kitchen table, Y/N immersed herself in her books, trying to focus on her notes as the sounds of Nick and Matt echoed around the house.

At that moment, Chris was absent. He had gone to Tara's house, a new friend of the triplets and, consequently, of Y/N, who had recently become a frequent figure in their lives. The objective was to record a video for Tara's channel since after the large group's social media post together, both fandoms started begging for collabs.

As Y/N immersed herself in her studies, a notification flashed on her phone screen. The girl looked up at her device, seeing the new message.

pretty boy: hi baby!! look, we did a tiktok! I look so cool: link.

A smile curved Y/N's lips as she clicked on the link, curious to see the result of one of Chris and Tara's creations. The video started, and she immediately recognized the song as one of her favorites, humming softly as her eyes captured the funny dance and interaction between the two.

A laugh escaped her lips when she saw Chris shaking his head in the lyrics "Would you get down on knees for me?", remembering all the times the song played when they were together, and exactly in this part, Chris always got down on his knees in front of Y/N, making her laugh.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax and enjoy the scene. It was a genuine demonstration of their new friendship, and Y/N felt grateful to be part of that dynamic.

However, her joy was momentary.

As the video came to an end, Y/N scrolled through the comments, eager to see the reaction of Tara's followers. What she found left her cold.

Among the funny and complimentary comments, there was a barrage of messages that cut like sharp knives. Ardent fans of both Tara and Chris were heavily shipping them, completely ignoring Chris's long-standing and public relationship with Y/N.

"Chris and Tara are so cute together!"

"I so wanted them to be a couple 😭"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you don't hold a candle to Tara. Chris deserves someone like her."

The words echoed in Y/N's mind, like a distant echo of an approaching storm. She felt a tightness in her chest, a mixture of sadness, anger, and confusion.

How could they be so cruel? How could they judge their relationship based on fragments of a distorted reality? Y/N felt vulnerable, exposed to the relentless cruelty of the virtual world.

Her thumb moved automatically as she left the comment box, sliding the screen to the TikTok below the one she was watching, craving a quick distraction. But her hope was suddenly dashed when she saw that the next video was an edit of Chris and Tara's TikTok and all the others after.

She knew the fans were fast, but at that moment, she wanted them to be as slow as possible.

Y/N closed the app with a heavy sigh, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. It was difficult not to let the strangers' words and opinions get to her.

With a determined effort to forget about it momentarily, Y/N turned her attention back to the books, seeking refuge in the comforting familiarity of the printed pages, forgetting to answer Chris.

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The day was coming to an end. In the room shared by Y/N and Chris, the atmosphere was filled with a silent energy, interrupted only by the gentle slide of Y/N's fingers over her phone screen, and the low sounds of various videos.

She was lying in their bed, having already taken a comforting shower, but her mind was still shrouded in a haze of dark thoughts. As she scrolled through her TikTok's For You, romantic edits of Chris and Tara popped up with disturbing frequency. Y/N's expression was a mixture of sadness and self-questioning, her eyes reflecting an inner storm.

She felt her mind defeat her with thoughts of comparison. She knew she would never reach Tara's beauty, humor, and even body.

The heavy atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door opening gently. Chris entered the room, radiating an aura of euphoria. His eyes sparkled with joy, and a smile spread across his face with ease.

"Hi, my pretty girl!" Chris greeted, closing the door behind him. "You won't believe how amazing the video with Tara turned out. I can't wait for her to post it so you can see it!"

"Hey, baby! I'm so happy you had fun." Y/N looked up from her cell, forcing a smile on her lips, trying with all her might not to reveal her current state - the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Chris's excitement, but the sadness still hovered in her eyes.

Chris immediately noticed the change in her expression and approached the bed, worried.

"What happened, babe?" He asked in a worried tone, frowning and sitting down next to her.

She just shook her head slightly, unable to put her tumultuous thoughts into words. Chris reached out to caress her face gently, seeking to comfort her with his loving touch.

"You didn't answer my text, I really thought something was happening... You know you can tell me anything, right?" Chris continued gently. He didn't want to force anything out of her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. Before he could say anything else, Chris noticed the phone in her hand with almost silent sounds escaping from the speaker, leaning over to peer at the screen.

Romantic edits of Chris and Tara filled Y/N's device. He swallowed hard, instantly connecting the dots.

Chris's comforting touch on Y/N's face seemed to turn cool. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips before he could control it.

"Y/N, are you really upset because of these silly edits?" The boy questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. His touch against the warm skin disappeared within seconds, the boy removing his hand from her face before sitting down on the bed.

Y/N flinched at the accusation implicit in his words, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Tears threatened to overflow her eyes as she struggled to find a coherent response.

"It's not just because of the edits..." She, her voice shaking with turbulent emotions. "Did you see the comments? They-"

Chris shook his head impatiently, cutting her off abruptly, frustration beginning to seep into his expression. He couldn't understand why something as trivial as fan edits could affect his girlfriend so much.

"Y/N, this is ridiculous!" He continued firmly. "These edits and comments don't mean anything. They're just fan jokes. It's not the end of the world." His voice came out louder than before, his posture now rigid.

His words hit Y/N like a sharp knife, making her feel even more inadequate and misunderstood. Anger bubbled inside her, a simmering mix of resentment and hurt.

"You don't understand, Chris!" She snapped, her voice shaking slightly. Her right hand worked to lock the screen of her phone in one quick motion, tossing it aside. "This isn't just about the edits. It's about how I feel about being compared to Tara, about how it's making me feel inferior to her! How would you feel if people started wanting to see me with a man other than you? While I'm in a relationship with you!"

Chris rolled his eyes dismissively, his patience beginning to wear thin at the intensity of Y/N's emotions.

“You’re so tiring sometimes, Y/N.” He snapped without thinking, his voice tinged with irritation, not giving a damn about how his girlfriend felt. "I can't deal with all this insecurity all the time. It's fucking exhausting."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless, her rigid posture quickly crumbling. She felt tears run down her face without force as the painful realization settled in her heart.

She was tiring. She was insecure. She was too much for him to handle.

The pain of rejection burned in her chest as she retrieved her phone again, ripping the comforter off her legs. Her lips were pressed into a thin line tightly in an attempt to stop the ugly sobs that she wanted to let out. She wouldn't give herself the luxury of showing Chris how much he hurt her.

The girl got up from the bed in one quick movement, grabbing her pillow and heading towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Chris's voice echoed harshly behind her, his body rising from the mattress quickly.

"I'll sleep in the living room." Y/N responded curtly, turning the handle with ease before walking through the door, slamming it, feeling more alone than ever amidst the multitude of turbulent emotions.

She could feel her heart being crushed a little more when she didn't hear Chris call for her again, let alone try to reach her.

The stairs leading to the living room were silent, and her pillow clutched to her chest as a last vestige of comfort in a world that seemed to be falling apart around her. Each step up echoed like a lonely echo in an emotional void that seemed to swallow her whole.

Upon reaching the living room, Y/N found refuge on the empty couch. She curled into the soft upholstery, hugging the pillow tightly as tears continued to roll down her cheeks silently. The phone rested next to her, emitting a dim light that wouldn't turn off, almost begging her to pick it up again.

Hours dragged by like centuries as Y/N fought the ghosts of her own mind.

At some point, she had given up resisting and was on her TikTok again. The algorithm seemed to hate her, delivering her frequent videos of Chris and Tara, which were like a sharp dagger in her heart.

They would really look beautiful together.

Dawn fell heavily upon her, but sleep refused to welcome her into its comforting arms. Instead, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of torturous thoughts, her mind pounding incessantly with doubts and questions about her relationship with Chris.

Until her brain shuts down completely, letting tiredness win.

At 3 a.m., in the darkness of the night, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the room. Chris was there, his tired face etched with worry and regret.

His eyes quickly found Y/N's figure lying on the couch, already asleep, curled up and shivering slightly from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the swelling that surrounded them, the traces of tears on her cheeks and her still damp face. Next to her, her phone repeatedly played one of the videos she had watched before falling asleep.

A lump formed in Chris's throat. He intensely blamed himself for not having thought before acting and, much less, noticing how much his actions had affected his girlfriend.

With hesitant steps, he approached her, feeling the weight of his own anguish on his shoulders.

Gently, Chris turned off her phone, cutting the endless cycle of pain that had consumed Y/N. He then crouched down beside her, studying her peaceful face with a mixture of love and pain.

With a resigned sigh, the boy carefully took her into his arms, hooking them around her back and behind her knees, feeling the weight of her fragile body against his own chest. Y/N hummed softly in response to his touch but didn't fully wake up.

Chris carried her down the stairs and back to their bedroom, where the soft light from the lamp bathed the room in yellow tones. Tenderly, he placed her on the soft mattress, covering her with the comforter carefully so as not to wake her.

Y/N shifted slightly under Chris's touch and the new surface beneath her limbs, her eyebrows furrowing in an expression of discomfort. She looked restless, as if she were immersed in a nightmare.

Chris watched her for a moment, feeling the weight of his own harsh words weigh on him like an anchor. He knew he had hurt Y/N deeply, and the pain of seeing her suffer was almost unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to her, his hand reaching for her with a tentative touch. Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes finally slowly opening to meet Chris's. She fought the urge to get up and leave the room again, her anger at Chris's actions and sadness in her mind, making her want to avoid him.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, sharing a silent understanding that transcended words, Y/N making the decision to let him say what he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Chris muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I was insensitive and selfish. I didn't want to hurt you, I acted on impulse and completely without thinking. This whole situation is not silly if it hurts and bothers you, and I promise that we can talk better about what you saw and how you felt, and solve this together... Just please, give me this chance?"

Y/N blinked slowly, her eyes locked on Chris's as she processed his words. For a moment, she felt the weight of hurt and disappointment pressing against her, but then she saw the sincerity in Chris's eyes, the pure, unconditional love he had always offered her.

And in that moment, she knew that forgiveness was the only good choice to make. With a sigh, she squeezed Chris's hand tenderly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Just one chance. I want you to fix what you did and do it right this time."

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And remember to treat people with kindness always!

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worldlxvlys · 1 month

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can you do a fic where chris and reader are dating and reader interacts with all the edits of chris on tiktok and fangirls with the chris girls.

TIK TOK

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual jokes

a/n: i kinda love this, i don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone do a tik tok social au before

lmk what you think

**click yes to actually watch the edits**

WATCH VIDEO?

yes scroll

COMMENTS:

@ y/n

good LORD THAT MAN IS FINE 😩

@lustfulslxt

oh i’m DRENCHED

y/n -> the sturniolo police abt to get ur ass (same)

@flowerxbunnie

suddenly i’m on my knees 🫠

y/n -> literally me

@sturnssx

y/n is so lucky but idk if i wanna be her or chris more

y/n -> i’d want myself too honestly (i’m kidding i love chris)

@mattslolita

why is he not in my bed rn ??

y/n -> sorry bae he’s in mine ✌🏾i’ll tell him to go visit u later !

@its-jennarose

HOW IS HE REAL?

y/n -> the way that i genuinely ask myself this question on a daily basis

@sophssturn

GOD DAYUM 😨

y/n -> fr like who does bro think he is ??

@bernardsleftbootycheek

THIS IS CRAZY GOOD

y/n -> idk which is crazier, your username or this edit ( both eat tho)

@queen161718

the fact that y/n is always just lurking in the comment sections of chris edits absolutely takes me out 😭😭

y/n -> gotta support my man and his talented ass fansss

@cupidsword

i need him BAD

y/n -> same (i already have him)

@imwetforyourmom

i just need one chance 😫

y/n -> nah bae, he’s got a brother thooo !

WATCH VIDEO?

yes scroll

COMMENTS:

@ y/n

his hair is really nice 🤭

@evieolo -> I’M SAYINGGGGG

@nickmillersn1gf

it always looks so soft and fluffyyyy

@mbbsgf -> if he ever shaved it off i would cry

y/n -> you and me both sis

@mattsneezing

yesss, i love my husband’s hairrrr 😍

y/n -> aren’t you a matt girl ?? where’s your sense of loyalty ??

@chrisstankyleg

my man is looking FINE

y/n -> girl, i don’t know how to tell you this…

@sturniolobltch

even the paparazzi is obsessed with his hair

@sturniolowhore -> can’t even blame them

@bethsturn -> he’s just so 😫

@ y/n -> you guys get it

@bernardenjoyer

biting my phone rn

y/n -> glad i’m not the only one !

@rac00ns-are-c00l4

long hair chris >>>

@ y/n -> NO FR, IDK WHY HE KEEPS CUTTING IT

WATCH VIDEO ?

yes. scroll.

COMMENTS.

@ y/n

MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNNN

@chrisloyalgf

it’s a good day to be a chris girl

y/n -> it’s a good day to be chris’s girl

@urmom2bitch

HIS FINGERS GOOD LORD

@ y/n -> they’re long as hellll 😋

@defnotayonna -> wdym by that 🤨

@ssturniolo

chris girls, how y’all doing ??

y/n -> I’M LOSING MY MIND RN

@judespoision

i’m just a sturniolo girl atp

y/n -> AS YOU SHOULDDDD

@ y/n

HELP CHRIS JUST ASKED ME WHY THIS AUDIO HAS BEEN REPLAYING FOR SO LONG

@blueeyedbesson -> not you watching chris edits while you’re with him 😭

@ y/n -> THEY’RE SO ADDICTING

@hearts4chriss -> oh hey boo tell my man i said hey 😛

@ y/n -> oh is matt your man now ??

@ hearts4chriss -> …girl don’t play with me

@chrisstopherfilmed

GRIPPING MY SHEETS RN

@starsturniolo -> he’s so fineeeee 😩

@robins-scoop -> LIKE WHY ISN’T THIS MAN IN MY BED ??

@ y/n -> sorry y’all he’s in mine !

WATCH VIDEO ?

yes. no.

COMMENTS

@ y/n

PERIODDD YOU CLEARED SHOWING THIS TO CHRIS IMMEDIATELY

@ y/n

damnnn me and flo milli twinninggg 🤞🏾

@ christophersturniolo -> oh look at that it’s night

@readerakayourname -> CHRIS 😭

@fandomhopped -> he’s so real for that honestly

@ y/n

i’m absolutely obsessed with that first clip

@yamamasjumpercables -> i want this edit engraved in my brain

@ y/n -> no LITERALLY

@ineedchriscock

i’d let him choke me any day

@ y/n -> where is your self respect 😧 ( literally same )

@luverboychris

the only person’s babies i’d carry

@ y/n -> WHAT 😭😭 (real)

WATCH VIDEO ?

yes. no.

COMMENTS

@ y/n

his frat boy era will be missed 😔🙏

@rootbeerworshiper -> frat boy chris >>>>>

@ y/n

song choice >>>>>

@ christophersturniolo -> i wanna watch u get naked !

@ y/n -> then come over ???

@patscorner -> oh !

@junnniiieee07 -> ik those are the lyrics but i don’t think they’re joking 😭

@ y/n -> 🤫

@chr1sgirl4life -> THAT’S MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNN 😍

@breeloveschris -> incorrect that’s MY man !

@ y/n -> idk how to tell y’all this…

@nicksmainbitch

this audio choice was the best decision you could’ve ever made

@vanteguccir -> this song is so chris coded

@55sturn -> frat boy chris + this song 😩

@mayhem-72 -> his smirk ?? are we kidding ??

@ y/n -> bros ego is INFLAMMED

he ain’t even the fart fr

WATCH VIDEO ?

yes. no.

COMMENTS

@ y/n

BODY ROCK OH I WANNA FEEL YOUR BODY ROCKKKKKKKK

@endereies

CHRIS + JUSTIN ??? THIS EATSS

@ y/n -> i’m sayingggggg

@sturniolosmind

smash !

@ y/n -> oh (i agree)

@disturbedwoodelf -> i love how no matter what chris edit i’m watching y/n is always in the comment section

@ y/n -> AND AMMM

@ mattsturniolo -> she has nothing better to do

@ y/n -> alr fuck you too then

-> and you can’t be talking you had to click at least 5 different drop down arrows to even find this reply

@ mattsturniolo -> i’m very busy actually

@ christophersturniolo -> matt you’re literally walking around the house catching pokemon

@nikolastrn -> damn they gagged you 💀

@bernardsbendystraws -> i’d rock his shit

@ y/n -> what do i even say to this

@ berbardsbendystraws -> wanna join in ??

@ y/n -> oh my 😨 (🤭)

CREDITS

@ frxy on tiktok

@ bl6tts on tiktok

@ sturniolo.vfx_ on tiktok

@ strvnloml on tiktok

@ chrislover476 on tiktok

@ edzbyang on tiktok

this took me wayyyyy too long to make, but it was so funnnn

lmk if you want more like this :)

no tag list cause i tagged y’all in the actual fic 😝

masterlist

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starrjoy · 3 months

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Pandora AU good ending <3

#space rat was talking about them on twitter and I cant stop thinking about it #it sounds crazy but if you think about it it makes perfect sense #also jet has a type #he’s dated all three of the triplets and i stand by this #manjet #jet the hawk #manic the hedgehog #my art #starrjoy #sonic fanart #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #pandora au #sure ill tag that #pandora au good ending

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puffywuffy8904 · 9 days

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Wanted to try my hand at designing some slightly older duck kiddos!!! Headcanons and insane ramblings under the cut:

I designed these to be around 14-15, so early high school age (y'know in a hypothetical scenario where they actually end up going to high school). I imagine they still adventure with Scrooge and the fam, just moreso on the weekends (cut to Huey on the floor of the Sunchaser frantically trying to finish his biology homework while they're being shot at by sky pirates). Donald and Della are also both a part of the school PTA. Nobody else in the PTA is happy about this. Now for individual headcanons:

Huey:

Straight A student that's kinda neurotic about his grades, will freak out if any of them drop to a B.

I like to think of his hat as his comfort item so he still has the same one and if it was up to me he would also wear it to adulthood. even if a grown ass man in a lil baseball cap looks silly.

He's sooo mad about Dewey being taller than him lol.

Dewey:

Solid B student with the occasional C.

Couldn't join the drama club and the basketball team at the same time so he chose the drama club (the actual reason is that he tried out for the basketball team and didn't make it but he won't admit that). He still likes to carry around a basketball and practice on the court by himself.

Grows cheek fluff like the others he just cuts his off out of insecurity.

He's the tallest.

Louie:

Has pretty shitty grades, not because he's not smart, but because he doesn't really try (I mean, kid already has it made, why bother?).

Still wears the same green hoodie every day like he did as a kid but this time it's a little bit bigger and baggier. Does he wear the same clothes underneath too???? We will never know.

He's the shortest.

Webby:

Also a straight A student like Huey but seemingly puts in way less effort than him (which bothers Huey greatly).

Has to carry all her supplies in her arms because she's not allowed to bring a bag to school anymore (she kept trying to bring weapons in. Not because she planned on using them, but because you can never be too prepared.)

In at least 5 different clubs, probably started like 3 of them.

#pretend I posted this 2 days ago when it was the triplets birthday ok #my art #if you repost this I'll send my goons to your house #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webbigail vanderquack #webby vanderquack #webby mcduck #idk how to tag webby's name these days ok #high school au #like I guess it's an au?? sort of?????#duckverse

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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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As the girl who came up with the Triplet! Tim AU PLEASSEEEEE continue it!!!!! I NEED to see Bruce who thought he had one robin finding out he actually has three separate completely different ones

I gotchu lmfao I think I’ll get to Bruce later? I’m really happy you liked it omg like that idea is so good

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Their plan was perfect! It would have been perfect, had it not been for Dick Grayson and his nosy face!

Batman might not have known his identity, but Dick Grayson did. He promised to keep it from Batman, but Tim hadn’t exactly thought about his secret identity when he showed up to harass the man into being Robin again.

And now, they’re paying for it.

Tim leaned back and crossed his arms as he watched Dick cradle his head in his hands, looking half a short breath away from a mental breakdown.

“Are you telling me… there’s three of you?”

“Yes, Dick.” Tim sighed, having answered this exact question ten times in the past two minutes.

Dick lifted his head, wide eyes looking a little feverish… no, looking a little manic.

“Tim. Your name is Tim, right? I’m not-”

“Yes, my name is Tim. Technically, so are the others. But the one here with us is Lionel.”

“No, wait, Tim, you understand how this is- insane, right? It’s not even remotely in the realm of mentally healthy.” Dick paused. “Wait, are you skipping school right now?!?”

“Has anyone ever told you your priorities are screwed up, Dick?” Lionel-Tim walked back into the room, hands full of snacks and, most importantly, Dick’s emergency marshmallow bag. Dick turned to Lionel, eyes full of guilt, and grabbed the bag of marshmallows like a dehydrated man in the middle of a desert who’s only couple of feet away from an oasis that he’s been looking for for days.

“Oh my god. I’ve had three younger brothers and I thought they were all the same kid!” Dick wailed, grabbing a handful of marshmallows and stress cramming it into his mouth. Tim threw him a disgusted look.

“To be fair, we made sure to train to act like each other from a really early age,” Tim said, snatching the bag of chips that Lionel chucked at his head. His snack laden triplet plonked himself on the plush spinning chair, shoving a hand inside the bag of gummy worms and cramming it down his throat as he spun around.

“I can’t believe I’ve never even checked up on you at your place!! If I did, I would have noticed it way earlier!”

“Probably not,” Lionel mumbled through his mouthful of colorful gummy worms. “You only caught us because Tim got beat half to death by an edgy crime lord teenager.”

Dick hunched into himself, a myriad of complicated emotions- largely, guilt and fury and heartbreak- wormed its way past his face. Tim glared and threw a chip at his triplet.

“It’s fine, Dick. Lionel’s just being an asshole. We’re taking care of it. Revenge prank.” Tim explained.

“He wouldn’t have caught us and you know it.” Lionel grumbled.

“I’ll help.” Dick mumbled dejectedly.

“You’ll have to get in line, Wing,” Tim went back to his laptop. “My thirds got first dibs, and I’m not planning on staying still either. I’m gonna mess with Jason’s slush funds.”

“He’s got a stash of cash locked up in the fourth safe house, but that’s not interesting. Look!” Lionel proudly displayed a duffle bag- from where he got it from, Dick had no clue- and unzipped it to show batteries, lightbulbs, and random bits and bobs.

“What is that?” Dick asked.

“That’s the second lightbulb in his bathroom light! This is the left battery in his TV remote! And this is half of his back up boot laces. I took all of his 10 mm sockets! And the specialized socket he got for his bike! And this,” Lionel grinned, lifting up a piece of fabric. “Is his pillow case!”

“Niceee.” Tim whistled. He tossed a piece of tech at Lionel. “Sneak back into his house and put that in between his pillows. It’ll keep both sides uncomfortably warm.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Is… this revenge for almost killing you?” Dick asked.

“It’s either this or complete and total financial ruin, social death, and then actual death.” Tim tapped away at his laptop.

“You’re kind of scary, you know that?”

“We know!” Lionel chirped.

“Base, come in.”

“Base,” Tim quickly replied, laser focused on Archy’s call. Lionel and Dick quieted.

“Hood’s lurking outside the school like a creep,” Archy muttered into the comm, papers rustling behind him.

Dick tensed, upset making itself visible once more.

“You still have the container I gave you this morning in your pocket?”

“Yes.”

Tim smirked in a way that made Dick suddenly have a horrible need to shake and lecture him on the moralities of not becoming a villain. “It’s glitter. Purple and pinks.”

“…Ah.”

“Godspeed, Archy!” Lionel chirped again, sounding slightly more demented.

A moment of silence before-

“Oof!” A puff. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, mister!”

On the other end of the comm, the gruff voice of a beefy teenager spluttered, “What- why do you- egh- my mouth! The glitter went into- pleh, pleh! What the fuck, kid?!”

“I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be for a project! I worked so hard to mix the colors right! Wait, stay still, mister! I’ll help!”

Archy, eyes wide and innocent, patted some more glitter onto the vigilante.

“No, stop! Stop! You’re getting it on my bike!”

“It’s a pretty color- oh hey, this is open-”

“No! That’s the fuel tank!”

“Oh! Whoops! Sorry!”

As chaos spread on the other side of the comms, Tim and Lionel burst into cackles. Dick choked on the marshmallows, helplessly shaking with laughter.

Lionel whacked at Dick’s back, hysterically giggling.

“That’s- that’s Archy?”

“Archy pretending to be Lionel pretending to be me yeah. I hope he got glitter in the fuel tank.” Tim grinned.

“Want me to patrol tonight to see if he got the glitter out of his bike?”

Lionel jabbed his pointy elbows onto Dick’s shoulders. “Absolutely. Distract him, too! I gotta mess with his safe houses. He’ll never feel comfortable in a safe house ever again.”

“Don’t go overboard, Lionel.” Tim looked up. “But also, I changed his WiFi passwords to 123456, so do with that what you will.”

Lionel grinned. Dick mustered up a smile in response, pushing the guilt away. He had a lot to make up to his little brothers, and if terrorizing Jason was how he was going to accomplish that… well, Dick’s not feeling too nice about Jason right now.

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Batman squinted suspiciously at a humming Nightwing.

“Something happen?” He managed to ask.

“Hm? Oh, no, I got some nice pictures.”

“…I see.”

Batman, regardless of what his history might suggest, knew how to pick his battles. This? This thing that brought Nightwing’s murder smile? This was one battle he was willing to walk away from.

“Hey, B, you ever think about adopting more kids?”

Batman choked and promptly grappled away. Nightwing cackled.

“You can’t escape the question!”

Batman ran faster.

#Batman #nightwing: maybe i can adopt this time #nightwing being nightwing #nightwing #tim drake is a triplet au #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Jason getting effectively glitterbombed

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