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Under the Blood Moon | Peaky Blinders | Chapter 21

Tommy Shelby x Reader: Chapter 21

Fic Summary: You came to Birmingham for a fresh start, to bury the past and keep your head down. As a former nurse in the war, you’ve seen enough blood and death to last a lifetime. But fate (and the Shelby’s) have other plans. After stitching Tommy Shelby back together, you find yourself drawn further into their world, a world of violence, loyalty, and power. When Tommy offers you a job, it comes with more than just good pay, it comes with expectations and lines you never planned to cross.

Chapter summary: You and Tommy finally tie the knot in a whirlwind of nerves, love, and celebration, an unforgettable day filled with warmth, laughter, and the joy of becoming a family. But you should’ve known peace never lasts long when you marry a Shelby.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: Violence, injury, mentions of blood, gore, and open wounds, PTSD and war flashbacks, alcohol use, and mild language, mention of torture and vague, nonconsensual sexualization and touch.

Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Not badly, just a subtle tremble at your fingertips, barely visible unless you looked for it. But you could feel it. A nervous energy pulsing beneath your skin, fluttering low in your stomach like wings beating against your ribs.

The room smelled like rosewater and perfume, the faint scent of pressed flowers from the bouquet resting on the vanity, the soft rustle of fabric filling the quiet between voices. Polly stood behind you, steady hands fastening the last delicate button at the nape of your neck. Ada was perched on the windowsill with a cigarette in one hand and a half-finished glass of champagne in the other, while Esme paced with restless energy, occasionally plucking stray threads off her own dress.

“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Ada said, flicking ash into a tray.

“Or take off runnin’,” Esme smirked, leaning in to adjust the fall of your veil. “That’s just adrenaline. Perfectly normal before marrying a Shelby, if you ask me.”

“That’s not exactly comforting.”

Polly gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “It’s just nerves, love,” she said simply.

You nodded slowly, swallowing the knot in your throat. The dress was perfect, simple, elegant, the fabric hugging your frame like it had been stitched just for you. But beneath the silk and lace, your heart was hammering like a war drum.

You gave a small, unsteady smile, eyes still on the mirror. “I just… I don’t want to mess it up.”

Ada snorted. “If anyone should be worried about messing things up, it’s Tommy.”

That made Esme laugh, and even Polly cracked a faint smile.

But still, the nerves pulsed in your chest like a second heartbeat. You weren’t afraid of marrying him, not truly. You were afraid of what came with it. The weight of his name. The eyes on you. The risks that followed a life tethered to a Shelby.

And yet… beneath it all, deeper than the nerves and the fluttering uncertainty, was something steadier. Something sure.

You loved him.

And you’d walk through fire for him if you had to.

Suddenly, there was a quiet knock at the door. One of the younger Blinders poked his head in, cap in hand, eyes flicking briefly to you before leaning in toward Polly.

She bent slightly, listening as he murmured something low.

You couldn’t hear everything. But you heard enough.

“... still not back yet… tried to reach him… nothing yet…”

Polly’s expression didn’t shift, not visibly. But you saw the subtle tightening of her mouth. The brief flicker in her eyes.

“What is it?” you asked immediately, turning in your chair before Polly could wave him away.

“Nothing,” Polly said smoothly, straightening again. “Just a small delay. Nothing for you to worry about.”

You stared at her. “Where is he?”

Polly hesitated for a beat too long. “He’ll be here.”

“He’s not here?” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, sharp with panic.

“Sweetheart,” Ada said gently from the windowsill, “he probably just got caught up with some last-minute business. You know how Tommy is.”

But the unease had already taken root, coiling in your chest.

It was your wedding day. And he was missing.

You tried to breathe, tried to tell yourself it was fine– that he’d walk through the door any minute with some muttered excuse and a cigarette dangling from his fingers like nothing was wrong.

Your mind spun, tumbling through a hundred scenarios before you could stop it. What if something had gone wrong– another attack, another message, another quiet war unfolding behind the scenes that no one had told you about? What if this was the price of marrying into his world, and you were only just beginning to see it?

Or worse– what if it wasn’t danger at all?

What if he’d changed his mind?

The thought struck harder than you expected, sharp and cold and mean. You swallowed hard, eyes fixed on your reflection again. You looked calm on the outside, polished, elegant, composed. But beneath the satin, your pulse thundered, your heart twisting itself into anxious knots.

What if he’d gotten too close to the edge of it all, too close to this life, this weight, this love, and decided it wasn’t worth it?

What if he’d realized you were the one weak point in his armor?

Behind you, Polly was murmuring something to Ada, trying to distract the room, trying to keep the mood light. Esme was laughing at a story you couldn’t even hear anymore. The world moved on around you, dresses and flowers and champagne flutes glinting in the light… and still, he wasn’t there.

You pressed your palm to your stomach, willing the nerves to settle. Willing your heart to stop spiraling.

“What if he doesn’t come?” you said quietly, so quietly you weren’t sure anyone heard it. “What if he’s left me– before he even married me?”

But Ada turned instantly, her smile faltering. “Hey. No. Don’t do that,” she said, crossing the room in a heartbeat. She knelt slightly beside your chair, her hands warm as they reached for yours. “He loves you. You know that, right? You’ve seen it– you feel it. Don’t let your head start lying to you now.”

You blinked quickly, trying to keep your expression steady, but something in your throat tightened anyway.

“I just–” Your voice cracked. “Why isn’t he here? What if I imagined this whole thing?”

Ada squeezed your hands harder. “You didn’t. You didn’t imagine a bloody thing. That man would tear down the whole world for you if you asked him to.”

You tried to nod, but it was shaky at best.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup if you keep going like this.”

From the doorway, Polly’s voice rang out, clipped and commanding.

“Go find him. Now,” she said sharply to the Blinder still lingering there, eyes wide like he hadn’t meant to be caught listening. “I don’t care where the hell he is– get him here. Tell him I said if he’s not standing in front of her in ten minutes, I’ll put a bullet through him myself.”

The young man nodded quickly, disappearing down the corridor without another word.

Ada glanced over her shoulder, a faint smirk tugging at her mouth despite everything. “Well. Who needs the Blinders when you’ve got your own army of women now.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“He’ll be here, love,” Ada said gently.

You sat stiffly in the chair, hands folded tightly in your lap as Polly began weaving the final pins into your hair. Esme and Ada flitted around the room, chatting, teasing, laughing louder than usual, but their smiles didn’t quite reach their eyes.

They were trying. You knew that.

Ada held up a ridiculous feathered hat at one point, balancing it dramatically on her head. “What do you think?” she said in a mock-posh accent. “Good enough to be in the wedding?”

Esme snorted. “Careful, you’ll scare everyone away before the ceremony even starts.”

“I’m serious,” Ada added, tossing the veil toward you with a crooked grin. “If he doesn’t come, we’ll throw a party anyway. I’ll marry you. Polly can officiate.”

Polly rolled her eyes without looking up from your hair. “You’ll do no such thing.”

You tried to smile, tried so hard, but it didn’t quite make it past the tight ache in your chest.

Your eyes kept drifting toward the door. Toward the clock. Toward the empty space where Tommy should’ve been.

The laughter in the room felt distant now, muffled, like it was happening underwater. Your chest tightened with every beat of your heart, and you tried to breathe through it, to blink back the heat behind your eyes.

“Still no word?” Ada asked Polly under her breath, trying to make it sound like a casual aside.

Polly didn’t answer at first. She just twisted the final pin into place and patted your shoulder gently. “He’ll come.”

Just as Polly’s hand withdrew from your shoulder, the door burst open with a sudden, loud thud.

Arthur strode in like a storm, all wide grins and uncontainable energy. “Alright, alright, where’s our bloody bride?” he shouted, arms thrown wide like he expected cheers to greet him.

You startled slightly in your seat, the sudden volume jarring against the quiet thrum of nerves in your chest.

“There she is!” Arthur boomed, spotting you immediately and offering a lopsided grin. “Christ, look at you! You look like a bloody angel.”

Arthur barely registered her as he stepped further into the room, still beaming. But his excitement faltered slightly when he looked around and saw the way everyone else had gone still.

His brow furrowed. “What’s with all the long faces, eh?” His eyes flicked to Ada, then Polly. “You lot look like someone died.”

Polly gave him a sharp look, but Ada was the one who spoke first, voice flat. “Tommy’s not back yet.”

Arthur blinked, confusion flashing across his face. “Bloody hell, that’s what’s got ya lot all sour. Why didn’t you say so?”

You sat up straighter, heart thudding, eyes fixed on Arthur.

“He’s been out all morning,” Arthur went on, waving a hand like it was obvious. “Ran off first thing to get some last-minute thing for you. Wouldn’t tell anyone what it was– said it had to be perfect.” He scoffed, then shook his head with a crooked grin. “Bloody romantic, that one.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“He’s here now,” Arthur added, stepping to the side as if on cue.

And there he was– Tommy, stepping through the doorway with that quiet, commanding presence only he ever had. His tie slightly loosened, hair a little windswept from the breeze outside, but his eyes… his eyes went straight to you.

The moment he saw your face, his expression shifted. The flicker of relief in his features was quickly swallowed by something deeper, heavier. He saw the worry in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders, the way your fingers gripped the fabric of your dress just to keep them from shaking.

“Everyone out,” Polly said quietly, but firmly, already standing. “Give them a minute.”

Ada opened her mouth to protest, but one look from Polly silenced her. Esme gave you a knowing glance as she rose, smoothing her skirt with a little smirk before nudging Ada toward the door.

And then it was just the two of you.

The door clicked softly shut behind them, but neither of you moved.

“What’s wrong, love?” Tommy asked, his voice low, softer than usual. He stepped forward slowly, cautious like you might shatter if he got too close.

You shook your head quickly, forcing a tight smile as your hands fussed with the edge of your dress. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just nerves.”

But his eyes didn’t leave your face. He saw the way your fingers trembled slightly, the flicker of something behind your smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. He stepped closer, one hand reaching out gently to brush his knuckles along your cheek.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly.

“Do what?” you asked, trying again to laugh it off, but your voice cracked at the edges.

“Pretend with me.”

You dropped your gaze to the floor, teeth catching your bottom lip, trying to will the emotion away before it spilled over. But then he was right in front of you, easing down to sit on the small bench beside you, one hand still at your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your skin like he was trying to soothe it out of you.

“Tell me,” he murmured.

You exhaled slowly, the words catching in your throat before you finally said them, barely above a whisper. “I thought… It’s stupid. But I thought maybe you weren’t coming.”

His hand stilled, just for a second. A flicker of realization crossed his face, followed by something heavier, something that looked like regret.

“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind,” you added, eyes still focused on your hands. “That maybe it was just… too much. Maybe I was too much.”

Tommy’s jaw tightened, but not with anger, just pain. Quiet, gutting pain.

“Christ,” he said softly, exhaling a slow breath. “Is that what you thought?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

His hand slid to your jaw, guiding your face gently toward his until your eyes met his again. There was no fire in them now, no tension, just that steady, anchored blue that had always made you feel like you were on solid ground again.

“I was running around like an idiot trying to get a surprise delivered before the ceremony,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Wasn’t thinking. Should’ve told someone. Should’ve told you.”

You blinked, your throat still tight, heart still aching from the spiral you’d fallen into.

“Love,” he said again, softer this time. “If I could be anywhere in the world right now, it’d still be right here. With you. Always you.”

You swallowed hard, finally letting your body lean toward him, your forehead resting against his. His hands stayed at your face, holding you steady.

“I’m here,” he whispered again. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded, the motion small and shaky. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment as you breathed him in– his scent, the warmth of his hands, the steady rhythm of his breath against yours. That awful knot of fear in your chest slowly began to unravel, thread by thread, just from being close to him again.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, slow and grounding, and you let your eyes close again as his lips lingered there.

When he finally pulled back, his hand still cradling your cheek, he looked at you with a softness that made your heart catch in your throat.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to tell you how beautiful you look,” he said quietly, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I walked in, and you just about broke my heart before I got the words out.”

You let out a shaky laugh, tears still clinging to your lashes, but lighter now. “Sorry,” you murmured, brushing your thumb against his wrist. “I panicked first.”

“Well,” he said, eyes still steady on you, “just so we’re clear, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your cheeks flushed, and the knot in your chest finally, fully unwound.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked gently, his voice low and warm. Then, with the faintest twitch of a smirk, he added, “Keep an eye on me until it’s time to walk– make sure I don’t bolt out the back door?”

You laughed, the sound surprising even yourself with how natural it felt. “No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “It’s okay.”

His grin widened slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good. Wasn’t planning on going anywhere anyway.”

“Better not,” you murmured, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’d hate to have to hunt you down in full lace and heels.”

He chuckled at that, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. “You’d look terrifying.”

You grinned.

A soft knock interrupted the moment as Polly reappeared at the door. “Alright,” she said with a warm, knowing smile. “It’s time.”

You looked at Tommy one last time, really looked, and this time, there was no panic. No dread. Just that same steady warmth he always gave you, the quiet strength of someone who wasn’t just standing beside you for today, but for all the days after.

“I’ll see you out there,�� he said, voice low and sure, fingers giving yours one final squeeze.

You nodded.

…

The ceremony passed in a blur of warmth and golden light, of whispered vows and stolen glances, of the weight of Tommy’s steady hand wrapped around yours, grounding you through every breath.

The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers– roses, lilacs, and gardenias twined together in elegant arrangements, their petals swaying softly in the breeze. Candles flickered in the late afternoon glow, casting golden halos along the wooden pews, where familiar faces watched with quiet reverence. Ada and Polly sat near the front, side by side, the former smirking through misty eyes, the latter composed but proud, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

Arthur, standing just beside Tommy, looked unusually solemn, the weight of the moment settling in his features. Even John, forever cheeky, forever irreverent, had kept his usual quips at bay, though you caught the glint of mischief in his eyes when he’d winked at you just before the ceremony began.

But all of it, the setting, the guests, the whispered murmur of the wind through the trees, faded into something distant when you looked up and met Tommy’s eyes.

He was watching you like you were the only person in the room. Like the rest of the world had fallen away completely.

There was something unguarded about him in that moment, something raw and reverent, as though even he couldn’t quite believe this was real. As though he was memorizing every inch of you, committing it all to memory in case it slipped away.

He squeezed your fingers gently, reassuring, a silent I’m here. Your thumb brushed over his knuckles in answer.

And then the words came. Soft, steady, unshaken.

The vows.

The moment you promised yourself to him, and he to you.

The moment you became his wife.

It was beautiful.

More beautiful than you could’ve imagined.

The kind of moment that would live in your bones long after the petals wilted and the candles burned out. The kind that settled into your chest like something sacred, something quiet and precious and entirely yours.

The music was soft, a gentle thread weaving between the rows of guests, and the sun had broken through the clouds just enough to cast a warm glow through the stained glass, bathing the room in soft color. You weren’t sure if anyone else noticed, but when you looked up and saw it, it felt like a blessing. A quiet little sign that maybe, just maybe, the world had given you this one good thing.

Tommy’s hands never left yours, not through the vows, not through the exchange of rings, not even when your voice shook slightly and you had to take a breath before continuing. He held you steady with nothing but a look. A small squeeze of your fingers. A breath shared between two hearts beating just a little too fast.

You saw it clearly– how his jaw tensed and softened all at once when he looked at you. The way his mouth trembled just slightly as you recited your vows. The way his eyes shimmered, not quite tearing, but enough that you knew. Enough that your heart twisted in your chest with a love so sharp it almost hurt.

You’d never seen him look at anything the way he looked at you in that moment.

The ceremony had been soft and warm and full of heart– but the reception?

The reception was loud, chaotic, overflowing with whiskey and laughter and the kind of rowdy joy that could only be described as Shelby traditional.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the quiet elegance of the ceremony had given way to a full-blown celebration. Music blared from the record player in the corner, the kind that made boots thump against the floor and voices rise above the din. Someone, probably Arthur, had already knocked over one of the floral centerpieces trying to demonstrate an impromptu boxing move, and John had stolen a bottle of champagne off the dessert table, waving it triumphantly like a trophy.

You’d barely made it ten steps into the room before Polly had pressed a glass of whiskey into your hand and Ada was dragging you toward the dance floor.

“Come on,” she’d said, grinning like the devil. “You’re a Shelby now. Time to dance like one.”

You laughed until your cheeks ached, spun in circles beneath strings of soft light as Esme shouted out the words to a pub song off-key, and Finn nearly tripped over a tray trying to pass around more drinks. Even Polly had cracked a smile when Arthur picked her up and twirled her, only to immediately apologize when he nearly knocked over a table.

It was mayhem. Beautiful, noisy, messy mayhem.

And through it all, Tommy’s eyes never strayed far from you.

“Dance with me,” he said quietly, like it was a secret meant only for you.

You didn’t hesitate.

Your hand slid into his, and he pulled you gently toward the center of the room. The chaos around you dulled to a low hum as his arms wrapped around your waist, your hands finding their familiar place against his chest.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

The alcohol was finally starting to catch up with you, warmth pooling in your limbs, making everything just a little hazier at the edges. Your head felt light, your body loose, a gentle buzz pulsing beneath your skin. You leaned into him more than usual, swaying a little softer, clinging a little tighter, not just because of the gin curling through your veins, but because being in his arms still made everything else fall away.

His hand was steady on your back, his thumb brushing soft circles into the fabric of your dress, grounding you with every breath.

Your cheek rested against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you let yourself sink into the warmth of him. Into the safety he carried in the quiet way he held you. The rest of the room could’ve vanished, and you wouldn’t have noticed. Not when his heartbeat was beneath your ear. Not when his scent– smoke and spice and something inherently Tommy, wrapped around you like home.

And for just a moment, it didn’t matter who you were, or what had come before. You weren’t a girl recovering from bruises and broken ribs. You weren’t a survivor still flinching at shadows. You were just… his.

You breathed him in, your fingers tightening slightly in the fabric of his shirt. He dipped his head closer, his lips brushing your temple in a soft kiss, and you felt yourself exhale fully—like your body finally remembered what it meant to feel at peace.

“I can’t believe I get to keep you,” you murmured against his shoulder, your voice soft and just a little slurred from the champagne.

“Keep me?” Tommy huffed a quiet laugh, his lips curving against your hair. “Are you drunk, Mrs. Shelby?”

You smiled, half-tipsy and wholly content. “Maybe a little.”

His arms tightened just a little around you, like he was never letting go.

Eventually, the music shifted again, drawing more bodies to the dance floor. A few relatives waved Tommy over, gesturing toward a corner of the room where a handful of older guests had gathered– distant family who’d made the trip just for the occasion. He leaned in, brushing one last kiss to your cheek.

“I should say hello. I’ll only be a minute,” he murmured, thumb brushing gently across your jaw.

You gave a soft, amused hum, letting him go reluctantly as he slipped into the crowd, his frame quickly swallowed by the flurry of movement and conversation.

Left in the warm afterglow of your dance, you wandered to the edge of the room, letting your eyes drift lazily over the crowd. There was laughter, clinking glasses, someone shouting across the room for more champagne. You watched Esme dancing with John, dramatically spinning her in circles while Polly rolled her eyes from the corner. Ada was holding court near the drinks table, gesturing wildly as she recounted some story that had half the group in stitches.

It was perfect.

You continued scanning faces, watching the way everyone mingled, laughed, danced.

That’s when you noticed them.

Two men near the far wall. Not dancing. Not drinking. Not laughing like the others. Just standing there, still, quiet, their expressions unreadable.

You tilted your head slightly, squinting toward them in your haze. Their suits were sharp, their posture too stiff, too formal. One of them held a drink he hadn’t touched. The other smoked, eyes trailing across the room– and landing briefly, unmistakably, on you.

You blinked. You didn’t recognize them. And they certainly didn’t carry the same easy familiarity as the rest of the guests.

One of them leaned toward the other, murmuring something you couldn’t hear. The second man glanced briefly toward the exit, then returned his attention to the crowd.

You weren’t alarmed exactly– just curious. Curious enough to want an answer. So you turned, weaving through the crowd without urgency, politely excusing yourself between conversations and shifting dancers.

You found Tommy at the far end of the room, standing among a few of his distant relatives, laughing quietly at some half-funny story being told by an uncle you barely remembered. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, jacket loosened, a half-drunk glass of whiskey in his hand. His smile was easy, eyes soft.

You didn’t even think twice, you just made your way toward him.

Tommy’s eyes landed on you the moment you approached, his grin tugging higher as he stepped away from the group. “Couldn’t wait for me to come back, eh?” he teased, slipping an arm around your waist.

“Love, there’s a couple of men over there I don’t recognize. Thought maybe they were from your side,” you said with a half-smile, glancing over your shoulder toward the bar.

Tommy’s brow furrowed slightly. “You didn’t invite them?”

You blinked. “No. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before. Maybe Polly knows them?”

His expression didn’t change much, just a faint twitch in his jaw. He nodded slowly, eyes flicking over your face. “Probably,” he said with a small smile, brushing a thumb over your arm.

Tommy leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

And just like that, he disappeared into the crowd, already making his way toward Arthur and John with that quiet focus you knew all too well.

You didn’t think much of it. Just sipped your champagne, watching the party swirl on around you as you watched happily.

A few minutes passed, the music picking up again, laughter echoing from the far side of the room. One of Tommy’s cousins– Nellie, maybe? Or Noreen– sidled up beside you, also tipsy, her voice loud over the music as she complimented your dress and asked what it was like planning a wedding with a Shelby.

You offered polite responses, even managed a soft laugh, letting yourself lean into the lightness of it all.

Before you knew it, Tommy reappeared from the crowd with that same deliberate pace, but his eyes were sharper now, his jaw tight. He didn’t smile this time. He didn’t say a word either, just reached for your arm and gently, but firmly, started guiding you away.

You blinked. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. Just kept moving, his grip secure around your wrist, weaving through the crowd with you in tow. His silence made your heart thump a little harder.

“Tommy, what’s going on?”

Still nothing. His expression was unreadable, carved from stone.

He led you into one of the adjoining rooms off the reception hall– a small sitting room with soft light and a door that muffled the noise behind it. Your heels wobbled slightly on the floor as you stepped inside, the lingering champagne making your head feel a little floaty, a little slow. You stumbled just slightly, catching yourself on the edge of a side table as Tommy turned to face you.

“Stay here,” he said lowly, his tone clipped, serious.

You blinked at him, unsteady, brows pulling together. “What? Tommy– what’s happening?” you asked, trying to shake off the fuzziness clouding your thoughts.

But his expression didn’t soften. If anything, it only grew more tense.

“Tommy,” you said again, stepping toward him.

“Just stay here,” was all he said, then he turned and walked out, leaving you standing there, stunned and alone.

You stood there for a beat, jaw tight, hands clenched at your sides as heat rose in your chest. That old, gnawing frustration surged up fast– sharp and hot, made worse by the dizzy hum of alcohol still lingering in your veins. He was doing it again. Tucking you away like something fragile. On your own bloody wedding day.

You paced the room, heels clicking sharply against the floor, trying to calm your breath, but it only made you angrier. Outside, you could hear the music still going strong, laughter spilling from the reception hall like nothing was wrong. Like you weren’t being shoved behind a door and told to sit still like a child while the rest of the world moved on.

Your stomach twisted with indignation. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. You weren’t a porcelain doll to be placed neatly on a shelf whenever danger sniffed too close.

You sat down for a moment, gripping the edge of the seat with white-knuckled fingers, trying to tell yourself to wait. To trust him. To just breathe.

But the minutes dragged, and your blood only simmered hotter with each one.

Finally, you stood again, cheeks flushed, heart pounding with more than just nerves. Enough.

You stormed across the room and yanked the door open.

It was your damn wedding day.

The music met you first, louder now, full of laughter and clinking glasses, the hum of conversation and the occasional roar of someone retelling a story too loud over the music. Everything was exactly how it had been when you left.

You stepped back into the reception hall, scanning the crowd.

No sign of Tommy. No sign of Arthur. No sign of John.

What a surprise.

Still, you forced yourself forward, weaving through the crowd again, your dress brushing against the edge of a chair, your smile faint and automatic when someone congratulated you in passing. You didn’t stop. Not until you spotted a familiar face near the refreshment table.

“Finn,” you breathed, crossing the space quickly.

He looked up from where he was piling cake onto a plate, a fork already in his mouth. His eyes lit up when he saw you.

“Hello!” he grinned.

You managed a small laugh, trying to seem casual. “You’ve got frosting on your nose.”

“What?” He wiped at his face with the back of his hand, missing it completely. You reached out and gently swiped it away with your thumb.

“There. Crisis averted.”

“Thank God,” he said dramatically. “This is a big day for me, afterall.”

You grinned widely at him. “You’ve got quite a reputation to protect.”

Finn chuckled, nudging a second slice of cake toward you. “It’s a wedding. You’re obligated to eat cake with me now. Tommy would agree.”

But before you could reply, something caught in the corner of your eye.

Movement.

Quick. Deliberate. Wrong.

Your gaze flicked toward the far side of the room toward the two unfamiliar men you’d noticed earlier.

One of them reached into his coat.

The breath caught in your throat.

But before you could react, before anyone could, the first shot rang out.

A deafening crack split through the music and laughter like a lightning strike.

You barely had time to register it before everything turned to chaos.

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Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 13

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: angst, tension

The morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, my head was still heavy from last night, and my body feeling sheer exhaustion of what had happened. I had barely slept, replaying the scene at the restaurant over and over in my mind. The embarrassment, the sting of Matt’s words, the way I had to walk away while holding back tears.

A soft knock at my door made me wake that bit more. "Hey, you awake?" I hear Nick’s voice from through the door.

I remembered I locked it once Matt left last night so I pulled myself from my bed and unlocked the door letting Nick to come in. I turned and walked back to my bed, sitting up against the headboard, pulling the covers around me. Nick closed the door behind him before standing at the end of the bed. "Alright, spill. What the hell happened last night? You left, and then Matt stormed in looking like he just saw a ghost."

I exhaled, rubbing my temples before looking at him. "Your mom asked Nate if he was seeing anyone, and he said no, which was fine, right? But Matt decided to make it seem like that was some kind of rejection for me, like I was meant to be upset about it. Then, out of nowhere, he brings up to your mom and dad that Nate and I went on a ‘date’, which you know yourself wasn’t even a date, so then Nate tried to clarify that we were just friends, but Matt just kept pushing it. Then he said that I was a quick fuck and then friend zoned. Right in front of your parents." I swallowed, feeling the embarrassment all over again.

Nick’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression darkened. "What the fuck?"

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Yeah and I’m so embarrassed if your parents heard that last part because first of all, I had just met them, and second of all, it’s just not even true. It made me look bad, it made Nate uncomfortable, and Matt acted like he had some right to embarrass me like that."

Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No I get why you’re upset like he was way out of line. But listen, when Chris and I came back in, our parents said you were lovely and that they hoped you felt better soon. I’m telling you they didn’t hear that part."

I let out a slow breath of relief. "Really?"

"Really" Nick nodded. "They just thought you weren’t feeling well and needed to leave early."

I sank back into my pillows, finally feeling like I could breathe a little easier. "Good. Because I swear, I was ready to dig a hole and disappear forever."

Nick laughed. "Nah, no disappearing allowed. But are you gonna talk to Matt about it?"

I frowned, staring at the ceiling for a moment. "We did last night kinda, but I’m still so angry. And the worst part is, I don’t even know why he acted like that. It was like he wanted to embarrass me."

Nick shrugged. "Matt’s an idiot. He says dumb shit, but he also knows when he’s messed up. I guarantee you, he feels like shit about it right now."

"Good" I muttered, still unwilling to entertain the idea of forgiving him just yet.

Nick sighed again but didn’t push it further. "Alright, well, the four of us are going out with my parents for the day. You coming?"

I shook my head. "I think I’m just gonna stay back here today, I just want things to die down."

"Thats cool." He stood up, stretching. "Try not to overthink it too much, alright?"

I gave a half smile. "Easier said than done."

As Nick left the room, I rolled onto my side, staring out the window at the pool below. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just brush this off, but at least, for now, I could breathe a little easier knowing that Nick’s parents didn’t hear Matt’s words. Still, the anger remained, simmering just beneath the surface. Eventually, I decided I needed some air, some sun, some quiet, and a break from all the tension.

I slipped out of bed and grabbed my swimsuit, opting for a tiny bikini that I knew would be perfect for lounging by the pool. The straps sat snug against my skin, the warm morning air already filtering through the open balcony doors as I pulled my hair up out of my face. After tossing on a loose cover up, I slid into my sliders and grabbed a towel before heading downstairs.

As I reached the foyer, the others were gathered, chatting and getting ready to head out for the day. The energy in the room was light, filled with laughter and the occasional clatter of sunglasses being thrown into bags. As soon as they spotted me, they greeted me, well everyone except Matt, who didn’t even glance in my direction.

Chris was the first to speak. “You coming with us?” His tone was casual, but his eyes scanned my face like he was checking in.

I shook my head, adjusting my towel over my arm. “Nah, I think I’m going to take it easy today. Just chill by the pool and relax.”

Nate nodded approvingly. “Honestly? Probably the smarter move.”

Chris shot me a small smile. “Enjoy the sun. We’ll be back later.”

I returned the smile, forcing the tension from last night out of my mind. “You guys have fun.”

With that, they all filed out the front door, their voices fading as they disappeared down the steps. The villa was suddenly silent, the only sound being the faint rustling of palm trees outside.

I exhaled slowly before grabbing an ice tea from the fridge and making my way out to the pool, letting the warm sun wrap around me as I laid my towel down on one of the lounge chairs. Finally, peace and quiet.

I stretched out on the lounge chair, letting the sun soak into my skin as I sipped on the cold drink. I had left the villa door open, wanting to hear when everyone got back, but after a while, another sound caught my attention.

A knock.

Frowning, I sat up, adjusting my bikini top before grabbing my cover up and slipping it over my hips. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the guys wouldn’t have knocked, they had keys.

As I rushed barefoot across the cold tile floor, I hesitated for a second before pulling the door open.

A mailman stood there, holding a large box. He barely glanced up before handing it over. “Delivery for Fresh Love.”

I furrowed my brows but took the package, feeling the weight of it in my arms. “Oh, thanks.”

With a nod, he turned and walked back down the driveway. I shut the door with my foot and carried the box to the kitchen counter, setting it down with a small thud. I smirked, realizing this must be the personalized samples Chris had mentioned, the ones he ordered for all of us. I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture of the box before opening up my messages with Chris.

Me: Personalised samples just got delivered.

A few seconds later, the typing bubbles appeared.

Chris: Sick! You check ‘em out yet?

I glanced at the box, debating if I should wait for him or just open it now.

Me: Not yet. Was gonna let you do the honours.

Chris: Okay cool. We can do a shoot with them at sunset later.

I bring the box up to Chris’ room and set it on the bed so he can see everything when we get back in. If we’re doing a shoot I want to look extra radiant and glowy, and that won’t happen from standing inside the villa. I grabbed one of the body oils in my room before making my way back out to the pool. I poured a little into my palm, rubbing it over my legs as I stretched back out on the lounge chair.

Matt’s POV

We were halfway through the guided tour when Chris suddenly checked his phone and said, “Oh, the personalized samples came in. Y/n just texted me.”

Hearing her name wasn’t helpful. Not when I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind since last night, and god how she looked in that bikini earlier didn't help. I kept my eyes straight ahead, pretending I didn’t care, but my mom didn’t let it slide. “Oh, Y/n is such a lovely girl” she said with a warm smile, then turned to me. “Is she feeling better now, sweetheart?”

Before I could even begin to answer, Nick cut in smoothly. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just needed a bit of sleep.” His tone was light, brushing off the question like it wasn’t worth pressing. He knew me well enough to know that I didn’t want to talk about it, especially not here, not in front of everyone.

I kept my mouth shut and just nodded in agreement, though the truth was, I felt far from fine. Guilt sat heavy in my chest, chipping away at me. Last night, I had let my emotions get the best of me. I let jealousy, because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what it was, take control, and I lashed out in the worst way possible. I had said something cruel, something I couldn’t take back. And knowing Y/n, she wasn’t the type to just let it roll off her shoulders. She put up walls, and I had given her every reason to keep me on the other side of them.

The more I thought about it, the worse it got. I had no right to be mad at her, no right to act like what she did or didn’t do with Nate, or anyone else for that matter, was any of my business. But that hadn’t stopped me from taking a low blow, from making her feel small in front of people who barely even knew her. If she had done that to me, I’d be furious. So what did that say about me?

I exhaled, dragging a hand through my hair as I barely registered the tour guide’s voice. My mind was somewhere else entirely.

I had to make this right.

I knew I had a way to make it up to her, it was something I should've done ages ago. And now, I could only hope it wasn’t too late for her to forgive me.

Y/n’s POV

I was sitting outside on the patio, a plate of food in my lap as I watched the sun dip below the horizon. The sky was painted in soft shades of pink and orange, the kind of sunset that made everything feel a little quieter, a little more peaceful. It was one of those moments I wished I could freeze in time, just me, the sunset, and the distant sound of waves hitting onto the shore.

But then, the front door swung open, breaking the stillness.

The familiar sounds of shuffling feet and tired voices filled the villa as the guys returned. I set my plate aside and stood up, making my way inside to greet them.

“Hey” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter as they walked in.

They all looked exhausted, Chris, Nate, Matt, and Nick, their faces slightly sunburnt, their hair tousled from the slight breeze and even though they didn’t say much at first, their body language said it all.

Chris let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair as he took his cap off. “Long day,” he muttered. “We were out in the sun for way too long, and I think it’s catching up to everyone.”

Nate groaned in agreement, tossing his sunglasses onto the counter. “I need, like, ten hours of sleep.”

Matt didn’t say much, just nodded, his jaw tight. He looked at me for half a second before glancing away, like he was trying to avoid something, most likely me. I ignored the sting in my chest and forced a small smile.

“Yeah, we’re all wiped” Nick added, stretching his arms above his head. “Think we’ll just stay in tonight, order some takeout, crash early.”

“That’s fine with me” I said, realizing I was more drained than I thought. Between being in the sun all day and everything that happened last night, I could use a quiet night too. “I left that box in your room” I say turning to Chris.

“Cool I’ll have a look now, we can take pictures tomorrow evening instead, when everyones a bit more awake”

And with that, Chris, Nate, and Matt didn’t waste any time disappearing into their rooms, clearly eager to knock out for a bit.

Nick lingered behind, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m gonna shower first, but after that, I’ll come to your room? We can just chill for a bit, a movie maybe?.”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

I walk up to my room, kicking the door shut behind me as I switch on the TV. The smart TV mounted on the wall was a lifesaver, especially on nights like this when there wasn’t much going on. I sink onto the bed, remote in hand, sifting through Netflix, too see if theres anything both Nick and I would like. The knock on the door wasn’t enough to pull my attention from the screen since I assume it’s Nick, I don’t even think twice before calling out, “Come in.”

But it’s not Nick.

It’s Matt.

He stands there in the doorway, looking uncertain, a silver metallic gift bag dangling from his fingers. Looking like the same one I spotted in his room next to my ‘Thank You’ card. For a moment, neither of us speak. We just stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words thick in the space between us.

My tone is blunt when I finally ask, “Are you alright?”

Matt doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts the bag slightly, as if offering it to me. His expression is unreadable, something between nervousness and determination.

“What is it?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“Just look in it” he says quietly.

I hesitate for a second before reaching out, taking the metallic bag from his grasp. Peeling back the layers of tissue paper inside, my breath catches in my throat.

It’s my locket.

The delicate chain pools in my palm, the pendant glinting from the sunset shining in my balcony window. My fingers tighten around it as I snap my gaze back up to Matt, my heart pounding.

“Where did you get this?” I demand, my voice barely above a whisper.

a/n : most of this is a bit of a filler soz

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sex therapy :: 32. uno reverse

chapter tags/warnings: aftercare. mentions of cum and creampies. other sexual content. nicknames. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.

word count: 3.9k

notes: the last chapter was 97% smut. oops. plot? literally, what plot? well, here is the plot. also, happy new year's eve and new years! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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With sweat stuck onto your forehead and spit plastered across your chin, you panted like an overheated dog. Such were the consequences of dealing with too many hands, cocks, and men.

After the sinful fiasco with your sex therapists, your body quivered from exhaustion.

Not to mention, you had been stuffed.

Holding in a potent cum concoction within your womb, you did your best to keep the fluids in, but the sheer volume forced a slow dribble to slide down your plush inner thighs.

You winced from the unwelcome cool against your warm skin, feeling flustered, frazzled, and disheveled.

Sukuna thumbed the dried tears that streaked your cheeks, Geto carded his hand through your hair, and Choso massaged the sore spots on your soft ass, all cooing about how you’ve been an angel for them and that maybe…you all should find time to do this again.

When the three dressed themselves and stepped out eventually for a cigarette, they left you looking at your window reflection, in which you noticed how makeup smudged across your cheeks and how fluids coated your neck and chest.

Never had you felt this...deranged.

Yet, absolutely nothing could be compared to the hot mess that was the Toji Fushiguro whom you straddled.

The man lolled his head back with a low groan and ran his thick fingers through his scalp. His dark strands had become drenched in perspiration and clung to his face's rugged planes. Blistering in his formal attire, he tossed his charcoal blazer aside, undid his knotted tie, and stripped off his button-down. His chest, dusted in a healthy pink shade, heaved. After his pleasure, he still looked like a Greek god in his shame.

Despite all your egregious encounters with him, you still flushed when seeing his bare-chested body. His formalwear might be different from his usual black T-shirt and white lab coat, but he hadn't really changed. He was still fit and subtly edgy with the designs that swirled around his chiseled upper body.

Amid the tattooed tapestry, your gaze once again became drawn by the inked phoenix that rose victoriously from ashes, a symbol that seemed like a parallel to Toji himself. Resilient. Indestructible. Enduring. Both confronting and overcoming challenges, standing stronger and more determined despite their struggles. Each feather branded across his torso held wordless stories about not only his triumphs but also his scars.

“Princess likes what she sees?”

Toji's sudden interjection surprised you. Fuck, he's caught me staring.

After you ogled at his body for too long, the man had naturally taken note, and—with you, of course—he simply had to tease.

"Your tattoos suit you," you had been forced to admit. Not that you lied.

In response, his green eyes held a gentle glister that contrasted with his animalistic actions mere moments ago. "That’s cute. Thank you."

He reached over your shoulder for a tissue and dabbed at your collarbone.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning you up," answered Toji promptly. With the napkin, he soaked up sins, wiping away at the unholy mixture between sweat, spit, and semen as though they never tainted your perfect body in the first place. "That's the least I can do."

He worked in silence, slightly hunched in his seat, the scattered light from the above chandelier casting sharp shadows over his angular face. Wisps of jet-black hair framed his temples as he hung his head in focus, his breathing turning steady. Toji looked so normal, like he wasn't some sex therapist or some important corporate executive or an heir to a multi-billion fortune.

In this one, singular moment, Toji was just...Toji.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked suddenly.

"Doing what?" Mistakenly, he assumed you referred to how he sought another napkin, this time to wipe at the trickle that ran like white lava down your thighs. “We made a mess."

"No, not that. Why did you become my therapist?" Of course, you did not forget your first encounter with Dr. Fushiguro, particularly how Toji ripped your new patient form to literal shreds the moment he noticed your last name. “You could've kicked me out of your office that day and left me miserable, but you didn't. Why?"

He slowed in his motions and his hot breath skimmed over your upper lip.

Then, he smiled faintly. "Can I abstain?"

This was his hint that the answer wouldn’t be something you liked.

"No." You still wanted to know. "Tell me, please."

Despite your reassurance, he seemed reluctant, his jaw working as he trapped his tongue piercing between his teeth.

"Because you were too…innocent," Toji eventually admitted. He sounded earnest, but he gave you a cautious glance like he wanted to gauge your reaction. "A pretty lady coming to see Toji Fushiguro because his little cousin Naoya Zenin couldn't please you properly? Clearly, you've never had a proper fuck. I wanted to completely ruin you, baby. I wanted to use you. And, shit, that pussy made me want to keep you for myself forever. Sure, I also had a two-timing ex, but who cares about my little cousin's mistress when I had his wife in front of me?"

Even though you braced for a brutally honest response, hearing his words firsthand stung.

Yes, you were naïve back then. However, to hear your closest confidant admit his initial, manipulative motives jabbed at your sensitive heart.

From your husband to your therapist, you were constantly a pawn on another person's chessboard. Yet, the worst part was that you didn't notice the game until much later.

"I am sorry," Toji started again. Perceptive as usual, he noticed how your mood suddenly soured. "I had all these shitty intentions because Naoya fucked me over, so I wanted to take my anger out on you. But, when I realized that you’re just an oblivious puppet in his play, I wanted him to realize that he was mistreating you, and," one long exhale, "most importantly, I truly did want to help you."

Mulling over his words carefully, you sank your face into his shoulder. "Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

“No, I am being honest," and the dark green in his eyes reflected that. "I didn't expect to ever see you again after our first session. Thought you got scared off for good until you called me to book another appointment. Honestly, at that point, people suspected you to be Naoya’s lap-bitch and spy. Hope that explains the shitty attitudes from the other therapists and my son." Toji flicked the dirty tissue into the wastebasket. "I defended you, though, if that means anything. I thought you were nice and entertaining and, as I've pointed out numerous times, that you deserved better. What I didn't think was how I would end up bringing you into," and he motioned around with his head, "all of this.”

Breathing in slowly, you took in the man's heavy bergamot scent and allowed his warmth to anchor you.

“So, how do you plan to use me now?”

Among your incessant inquiries, this question must be the most pointed.

Toji, realizing this, gazed ahead. Momentarily, you wondered where his thoughts had wandered off to this time, his focus on the ceiling sharpening for a moment before he reverted his attention back.

"There is no plan to ‘use’ you, sweetheart. Because you mean a lot to me," he still responded with great conviction. "You are cherished."

Beneath the rough edges in his features laid a softness—a softness that you started to become familiar with—as he brought his hands to your hip.

“Live a happy life without Naoya," he added eventually. "You don't need me and the other therapists anymore. Only brokenhearted and anguished people are our clients, so forgetting about us should be easy."

Was it wrong to feel even more hurt when you heard that?

Literally one moment ago, Toji was telling you how much you meant to him. Now, he was telling you to go?

"Client or not, I thought we were friends. You even told me once that I'm somebody special."

“You are," he responded matter-of-factly. "You are very special. Which is why I am not going to force you to hang around or anything. That way you don’t think anyone is ‘using’ you. You're young and capable, and I want you to live your life as you wish.” Then, his voice became uncharacteristically soft. “Because I care about you.”

As nonchalant as he tried to come off, Toji also sounded so...broken.

Plenty of people—plenty of women—came in and out of Toji's life. Megumi had said so himself, admitting that his father used to 'sleep around a bunch' after his biological mother passed.

Since then, Toji had probably gotten used to how the women he encountered only wanted him for his name, his wallet, or—yes, to put things bluntly—his dick. Tsumiki's mom would be the best and most recent example.

But, you wanted to heal Toji as much as Toji had healed you.

"There's something Megumi told me the first time I stayed over at your apartment," you began suddenly.

Toji arched a brow, the tendons by his neck taut. "Is that so?" Knowing his angsty son, he sounded curious but moreso concerned. "Like what?"

'Are you going to marry my dad?'

No, you would die from embarrassment before you could admit that.

"Megumi told me about what happened to his mom, your first wife."

"Ah." Beneath you, Toji tensed up. His tongue darted over his scar like he wanted to continue, but no words came out.

So, he stopped and waited for you to continue.

"I...am really sorry to hear about what happened to her."

In the end, Toji tilted his head, a small but obviously sad smile playing on his lips.

"That's years ago." He tried to sound like losing his first wife in a freak accident didn't haunt him anymore, but you knew that the catastrophe still did.

"Well, Megumi also told me about what your relationships with other women were like since then," you resumed. "Particularly about your second wife."

This time, you truly stumped him. "I see."

"Unlike her, I am not going anywhere," you asserted and tightened your hold around him. "No one is forcing that decision upon me, either. Since you want me to 'live my life as I wish,' my wish is for us to be friends for a long time...and for the same reasons friends want to be friends."

"Is that genuinely what you want?"

"Yes. Truly."

Whether due to your common backgrounds in the Japanese aristocracy or the juxtaposition he offered to your ex-husband, Toji had become your haven. He grounded you after your emotional tumbles and uplifted you with compliments and praise—like an anchor, an unyielding outlet with whom you could share your pains and transform your frustrations into something lesser.

Whenever you had needed him most, Toji had been there.

Always there.

Consequently, you hoped to be the same for him.

When Toji cupped your jaw with a large hand, you slowly pressed your cheek into his palm.

“You care a lot about others but forget to think about yourself,” you went on, criticizing him in a light tone. There was also a question that you had been meaning to ask. “Like, why did you agree to take on the CEO position again after experiencing the Zenin family and your past?”

His fingers flexed slightly into your skin.

“My decision is not about the people who wronged me, but rather the people who depend on me,” he clarified after a beat, his voice lowered like he confided in himself as much as in you. “I look at Mai and Maki, who’ve been treated like garbage their entire lives. I think about Megumi and Tsumiki, who deserve a world with the best opportunities. For them and for others, I want to create a future with something better. ”

Which reminds you.

For the therapists, taking on renewed roles within the Zenin Corporation would be concerning given that they have previously faced accusations of neglecting the business in favor of their own pursuits.

“What will happen to sex therapy?”

Naoya Zenin returned to his apartment lobby tossed (yes, tossed) following a blindfolded car ride home.

To some degree, he wished he hadn’t come back at all since—after retrieving his phone and searching the Internet—he discovered a new reality where media spokespeople, online netizens, and business leaders welcomed his cousin’s return to leadership while denouncing his own.

It was like the universe had been waiting to have Naoya reckon with his misconducts all at once, for he never fully understood the consequences of his sins until his face appeared over news websites, tabloid front pages, and social media feeds.

Even when he had business to attend to the following day, he could hardly push past his apartment entrance without being swarmed by meddlers who somehow had gotten intel on his address. Naturally, many people wanted to hear directly from the businessman who had fallen from grace, especially when the company he once led was one of the largest market players in the Asia-Pacific region. First came the paparazzi, the blinding white flashes from their cameras all seeking to capture his face. Then came the other onlookers, jeering with many insults his way.

‘A scumbag is what you are. A disgusting cheater!’ ‘You don't even deserve a penny of your net worth!” ‘Your company, colleagues, and family deserved better!’ 'Someone like Toji Fushiguro!'

The moment Naoya reached the backseat of his sedan, he smashed his phone in one savage blow, startling the chauffeur as the gadget's screen shattered. Didn’t matter. He had the money to replace that by noon anyway.

Meanwhile, with white-gloved hands on the wheel, the driver tried to hide his tremor.

"A-Are you o—"

"To the corporate headquarters," Naoya ordered. "Put your fucking foot on the pedal or the next thing I'll be blowing up is you."

"Yes."

Well, that shut him up.

Thanks to that, Naoya arrived at the Zenin Corporation headquarters in record-breaking time, but he encountered yet another human barrage. People shouted over one another, some even pushing microphones toward his face, as the crowd followed him like a gaggle of geese while he walked into the lobby.

He frowned when his ID badge failed at the security turnstiles, his access removed from the building's security system already. Just two days ago, he held hours-long meetings in the offices above. Now, two days later, he had been deemed an outsider without access to even the company café on the first floor.

He kicked the turnstile (as if that would change anything), and a steely voice interrupted his anger.

"Naoya Zenin, sir," a woman in a security uniform began, "you are no longer with the corporation and are causing a disturbance. Please, leave."

The blonde snapped his badge back into his palm before tucking both hands into the front pockets of his pressed pants. He sauntered forward slowly, making sure that the woman noticed the difference in their height. "No, I won't. I have an appointment."

"Please," she barged in again, unintimidated by his taller frame. Her voice this time was more stern as she glanced over at the nearby swarm. "You're creating a commotion on private property.”

Did he look like he cared? "My family's private property."

"Sir, I—"

"He’s with me." With a third voice joining the conversation, both turned around as no one other than Toji Fushiguro himself walked over. "I invited him for a private meeting. Allow me to escort him."

The antagonism that the security woman had with Naoya vanished completely as she apologized profusely to the older man, and the blonde found her switch in character fucking deplorable and insulting.

After a brief exchange, Toji looked over. “Thank you for arriving on time. I was worried you missed my text since I sent the message very early in the morning. Let me bring you upstairs.”

Despite receiving a smile, Naoya didn’t like the belittling and patronizing tone that made him feel like a child who needed a chaperone or a beggar who needed a savior.

Nonetheless, he followed in tense silence.

When he walked into the designated conference room, Naoya tried to not look surprised to also see his father and your father in the same vicinity as well (although, given that they were the Board Director and the Chief Operating Officer, respectively, that should’ve been expected).

He had to look away from their cold gazes and instead took the seat closest to the door. “Why do you want to talk to me?”

Toji, on the other hand, settled at the head of the table and crossed one leg over his knee. “This meeting is a courtesy. One you don’t deserve but here we are. We’ll be brief.” He leaned across the table, sliding over a sleek black folder. “Later today, the Zenin Corporation will hold a press conference to address our organizational and management changes. In this binder are terms for your settlement. We would like you to accept the proposal, leave, and never associate yourself with the Zenin name again.”

When Naoya saw the documents inside, he wanted to laugh right then and there. “This is a shitty offer that practically gives me nothing.”

What else did you expect? Toji’s unwavering expression seemed to say.

He even opened his mouth to speak, but a much coarser voice spoke first.

"Because you did that to yourself,” Naobito explained. “As of now, your actions have stripped you of everything and you’re still scoffing at someone else’s generosity? You’re a selfish manipulator who has jeopardized our stakeholders’ trust. Our family name will not tolerate your presence moving forward!"

"Listen, Father—"

"Mr. Zenin to you!"

Naoya could not believe he was related to the much older man in front of him. Except for their common features, the duo shared absolutely nothing including warmth for each other.

Which, to the blonde, was ridiculous. Because how could his parent not view the situation from his lens? No one understood the struggles that tormented him since his childhood and the reasons his anguish turned into greed.

"This isn’t fair.” Naoya’s voice rose, trembling with barely contained anger as he shoved the folder away. “I can’t understand you, Fa—Mr. Zenin. Why? Why does everything that Toji touches turn to gold in your eyes? The world welcomes him back like he’s a prodigy, and you hand him everything on a silver platter. But then, why can’t you defend your one and only son in a situation like this? Anything…anything I do, to you, is not enough.”

With his chest heaving, Naoya had to pause and catch his breath. He didn’t want to admit that he was on the verge of another outburst, only to be met with no sympathy in return.

"You and Toji have never been in the same position. Not now, not before, and not ever.” As the Chairman made himself clear, his voice cut through his son’s rant like a blade. “While no one is perfect, Toji—in the past and present—earns respect by owning his failures and proving his worth. Due to his team’s work in the last twenty-four hours, he stabilized the company, helping us avoid an immense drop in our market value and cancellations from our business partners.” In addition to his utter disregard for his son’s feelings, Naobito even mocked him with a scoff. “Meanwhile, you don’t play by the rules, boy. You exploit them to suit your needs, and when something backfires, you blame everyone but yourself. Toji didn’t come back because I handed him anything. He came back because he knows how to make amends.”

Stop.

Naoya wanted this mental torture to come to a fucking stop.

His father’s scorn was bad enough, but the comparison to Toji—always Toji—was like salt ground into an open wound. What made the situation a hundred times more humiliating was how his older cousin sat across the table with a nearly indiscernible smirk on his face.

Yet, what could he realistically do when the Chairman went on?

“In my entire life, I only requested from you one thing,” Naobito added. ‘Power and money did not interest him when compared to his daughter, so the one promise I made is that you would love her.’ “And what did you do?”

Precisely not that.

The pointed change in topic made Daisuke L/N sit forward uncomfortably.

"Be honest with us, Naoya," he said. "Aside from marrying my daughter to legitimize your position in your family and company, what other intentions did you have?"

The man stared ahead with a solemn expression because, in that moment, he wasn’t the Zenin Corporation’s Chief Operating Officer but merely a father.

A father who had been promised a dependable and loving son-in-law, not a cruel and ruthless deceiver.

Naoya shrugged.

"My original plan was to have your daughter for as long as I deemed her useful. Maybe until my old man kicked the bucket and I became the head of the Zenin household? Or, if I liked her enough, maybe longer? I don't know, not that I really cared." Naoya didn't give a shit that he sounded like a total sociopath. As a grown man, he could make his choices in speech. "But, what I did care about is how people only noticed me when I had that…that—"

At that, Toji had to cut him off. “You’ve said enough. We’re done here.”

“I’m not finished.”

“Yes, you are. As I mentioned earlier, this meeting is only a courtesy.”

Toji rose from his seat and adjusted his blazer, the other executives doing the same but with pursed frowns. When the Chairman and the COO left quickly in silent rage, Toji followed them and gestured toward the black folder again on his way out.

"Anyway, all the legal documents are in there. Can read through them, if you care. You have the next hour to inform my secretary of your decision. My advice is to accept our offer since no legitimate company in the Asia-Pacific—or anywhere else in the world—will want you now. You ensured that for yourself."

Toji walked to the exit in precise and confident strides, but just before disappearing into the halls, he paused.

"Oh, but one last request.” Except what he said next wasn’t a request, but a demand. “Never show yourself to us or anyone we care about again. Take this as a warning."

Then, the door clicked shut.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Naoya stood up.

“God fucking damnnit!” he hollered at the top of his lungs like a mad maniac. His hand shot out, sweeping the papers off the table violently, sending them scattering across the floor.

He hissed and seethed. How he hated this feeling. His current ordeal had been his wake-up call to realize that merely being born into status didn't mean he would be invincible.

If only he hadn’t let his unchecked arrogance blind him, then his life trajectory would have played out differently!

…Or maybe nothing would’ve changed at all.

Because perhaps, all these years, Naoya Zenin had been trying to grasp onto something that was never meant to be his.

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Your one-stop shop of finding every single one of my Kinktober/Flufftober 2024 stories with summaries! All my stories are posted on AO3 so click HERE if you want to read them there! 🥰

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 01. Cooking Together (Alastor x Reader)

In which you finally agreed to accept Alastor's invitation and cook his favourite dish together.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 02. Fuck Machine (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox decides to introduce a new toy for you to use for his viewing pleasures.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 03. Sensory Deprivation (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor's shadows ensnare and overwhelms you in a wicked game of dominance, leaving you breathless and craving for more.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 04. Sharing Secrets (Charlie x Vaggie)

Vaggie stands by Charlie's side, offering comfort and hope, all while hiding a secret that could change everything between them.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 05. Dubious Consent (Valentino x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI In a desperate bid for love, you give everything to Val - your body, your heart and...Your soul.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 06. Anniversary (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI As desire and vulnerability intertwine, you realize your connection is far more than fleeting lust. With confessions of love, you embrace a deeper bond, choosing Vox again and again.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 07. Confession (Alastor x Reader)

Alastor reveals his feelings the only way he knows how - radio broadcasting.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 08. Massages (Alastor x Reader)

You had a terrible headache, but luckily Alastor knew what to do to help ease away your pain.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 09. Cockwarming (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You didn't mean to displease Alastor, and now you were going to make it up to him by being his good little cockwarmer!

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 10. Fuck or Die (Lucifer x Lucifer)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Lucifer accidentally cloned himself by messing around with his new contraption. The clone took half his soul and was killing both of them. The only way to fix this? They need to fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 11. Ritual (Alastor x Reader)

You and Alastor had a ritual when you fall apart into pieces. He will always pick you up and put you back together, no matter how many times it takes, no matter how long it takes.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 12. Voxflix n' Chill (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox wanted to flip the script on you and let you take the charge. You, incredibly coded to be a submissive, tried your best. Besides, how hard could it be to take the lead in the bedroom?

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 13. Threesome (Alastor x Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI What shall Alastor and Vox do to you so you learn your lesson from being an insolent brat? Well, the answer may involve a joint effort from the both of them.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 14. Foursome (Alastor x Vox x Lucifer x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer wanted you to choose between them. Vox decided to make it a little competition between them. May the best dick win.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 15. On Camera (Adam x Valentino)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Valentino loved the human design, but after so many years of dodgy sequels and remakes, he wants the original - the original man. Or in other words, Adam is down for anything as long as Valentino agrees to call him the Dick Master.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 16. Blackmail (Valentino x Tom Trench)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Tom Trench. He is a somebody.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 17. Oblivious Love (Alastor x Reader)

Heart palpitations after death? How curious. In which Alastor doesn't realize his own feelings until it's too late.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 18. Sex Toys (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Vox started to treat sex as part of his "to-do list." Unimpressed, you boo-ed him mid-fuck.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 19. Shower Sex (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor has rescued you from the Vees, but you didn't smell like him. Well, this won't do. This won't do at all.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 20. Branding (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor knew that you were a taken woman, and yet...yet, he wanted a mark of your love to him, so he hands you the knife.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 21. Infidelity (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You know what you are doing is wrong - and yet, you continue to welcome Alastor into your arms while your husband remains blissfully unaware.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 22. Hate Fucking (Adam x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You hated him. But, fuck, you didn't hate this.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 23. Costumes (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Even though you knew Alastor hid behind countless masks, layering them one after another in your presence, it was in those rare, intimate moments—when he let the facade slip, when he entwined himself with you—that you realized, despite the pain, the betrayal, you would still choose to stay by his side.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 24. Rejection (Adam x Valentino)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Adam, a wretched sinner cast down to Hell, finds himself penniless and lost in a world of filth. When he crosses paths with Valentino, who dangles a tempting deal before him, Adam wonders - he's already hit rock bottom, might as well fall deeper. A Companion story to "On Camera," told from Adam's POV.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 25. Jealousy (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor owns your soul—he owns you. So why, then, does he find himself aching when your laughter, your smiles, your warmth aren’t shared solely with him? Bound by the unspoken, you and Alastor tread an endless, delicate line. The feelings that burn between you remain unvoiced, holding you in an eternal dance—two souls walking side by side, desperately close yet never truly touching.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 26. Obsession (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Despite it all, Alastor loves you. This is love. It has to be.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 27. Status Gap (Vox x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You and Vox had just started to explore a serious relationship, or so you believed—until one explosive fight left you both locked in a silent war, fuelled by stubborn pride. Days stretched by as neither of you made a move to reconcile, leaving you heartbroken yet determined to finally let go and move forward. But just as you began to find your footing without him, Vox made it clear he wasn’t about to let you slip away that easily.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 28. Rough Sex (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI You are a strange girl with questionable tastes, longing for a connection that won't be met with scorn. Alastor's rough handling melded pain and pleasure in a way that exhilarates you, that makes you feel that it was okay to be unapologetically yourself.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 29. Sub/Dom (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Alastor strikes you a deal. He allows you to fulfill your debased desire once, and in return, you quit your job for good.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 30. Naked/Clothed (Alastor x Reader)

Rating: 18 + || MDNI Thirteen times. Thirteen times he'll push you past the edge until you can finally beat insomnia. Too bad for Alastor, that's not how you fix insomnia.

⋆˙⟡ — DAY 31. Cockblock (Alastor x Reader)

This blasted, cursed fiend will be the death of Alastor. But - it was worth noting, Alastor was certainly not competing for your attention. That would be...preposterous.

✨️ You've reached the end!!!! ✨️

👆 Art by @peach-flavored-flambe 💖

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matts-girlfriend · 7 days ago

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Cut The Cameras - Matt Sturniolo

Youtuber!Matt and Videographer!Reader

Chapter 1

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warning this series will contain substance abuse, angst, arguing, tension, mentions of sex, smut, this is a warning for all chapters.

summary ~ When Y/N finds out her boyfriend of three years is cheating—with the girlfriend of the one person she can’t stand the most, Matt everything falls apart. That is, until Chris suggests the unthinkable, a PR relationship. But with cameras rolling, emotions spiraling, and lines blurring, pretending might just hurt more than the heartbreak.

The living room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the click-clack of a keyboard as Y/N sat cross-legged on the worn-in leather couch, editing the triplets’ latest vlog. Her fingers moved with muscle memory, dragging clips into place, adjusting color grades, syncing audio with cuts. The familiar rhythm should’ve been soothing. But her mind? Elsewhere.

Her phone sat beside her, screen-up, taunting her in silence.

Another glance.

No notifications.

She bit her lip and clicked play on the current edit — Nick falling into the freezing lake after trying to "casually walk across the ice." Chris’s hysterical laughter echoed through the speakers, but even that couldn't crack her tension. She leaned back against the couch cushion, her shoulders tight with something unspoken, eyes flicking back to the phone again.

"You're gonna melt the fucking screen if you stare at it any harder," Nick teased from where he sat upside down on the other side of the couch, feet hanging over the backrest, his phone held above his face.

Chris looked up from his place on the floor, surrounded by empty snack wrappers. “Yeah, Y/N, maybe he’s just takin’ a nap. Doesn’t mean he’s ghosting you.”

“I didn’t say that,” Y/N mumbled, still not looking away from the screen. She could feel the worry sinking claws into her stomach. “I just… I don’t know. He’s never this quiet. Not even a good morning text.”

Chris scooted over and nudged her ankle with his hand. “You shouldn’t be stressin',” he said gently. “Josh wouldn’t ruin what you guys have.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when the front door slammed open like it had been kicked. Everyone in the room jolted, heads snapping up toward the source.

Matt.

He was standing in the entryway, hoodie half-off one shoulder, chest heaving like he’d run here, hair wind-messed. His eyes were sharp. Not in the usual cold and aloof Matt kind of way. No — this was something deeper, something wild. Something wrecked.

Y/N’s heart stuttered.

His gaze found her almost instantly. And whatever emotion was lingering on his face — it vanished like smoke. His jaw clenched, and his steps were harsh as he stormed toward her.

“What the fuck—” she started, but the words died in her throat.

“Did you know?” he barked. Voice sharp, ragged, raw. “Huh?! Did you fucking know, Y/N, that your fuckass boyfriend was fucking Kayla?”

Silence.

Pure, ice-cold silence.

Y/N froze, her body suddenly too heavy to move. Her eyes locked with his, wide, stunned. Her mouth opened. Closed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she spat back finally, but it was all panic — thin and brittle.

Chris was already on his feet, wedging himself between them. “Alright, what the fuck is going on—?”

“You couldn't satisfy him that bad,” Matt sneered, “that he went for my fucking girl?”

The world stopped.

The air disappeared from the room.

The words hit her like a slap to the chest.

Nick stood up slowly, blinking in disbelief. Chris’s face went pale. And Y/N — Y/N saw red.

She lunged, hand midair before Chris caught her wrist just in time.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Matt!” she screamed, trying to wriggle free.

Chris shoved Matt back hard. “Shut the fuck up, Matt. Don’t fucking take your shit out on her.”

Matt didn’t say anything. His fists were balled. His face blank. But his eyes — those were still burning.

He sat down in the corner chair, glaring at the girl like she had personally betrayed him.

Nick crossed his arms, still looking between the two of them. “Matt, what the fuck happened? What are you talking about?”

Matt exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

“I went to Kayla’s place,” he said bitterly. “Was gonna surprise her. Take her out. I even brought her fucking apple juice ‘cause she said she liked that dumb organic shit. And then—”

He paused.

Swallowed.

“Then I heard it. Moaning. Through the door. So I, I fucking kicked the door in. And there they were. On the couch. Him on top of her like— like she meant nothing.”

A pause stretched out. Chris let out a low whistle under his breath.

Y/N’s stomach twisted violently. It felt like every inch of her skin was set on fire. The way Matt said it so detached, like he had to remove himself emotionally to even recount it — it only made it worse.

She didn’t cry.

Not yet.

She bit her lip hard, nails digging into her palms as she sat in silence. Matt wasn’t looking at her anymore. Thank God.

The buzzing sound of her phone jolted her.

Everyone looked at it.

The screen lit up: Josh (💛)

don’t believe matt

he’s lying

i swear it didn’t mean anything

i’m sorry i’m so sorry i don’t know how this happened

answer your fucking phone

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Chris leaned over, eyes scanning the messages before she could hide them. “Jesus fuck.”

She didn’t even have time to react before the dam broke. A quiet, cracked sob escaped her lips and then the tears were falling fast, hard, uncontrollable. Chris was by her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms, whispering a soft string of “it’s okay, let it out, I got you.”

Matt watched from across the room.

And for a second, there was something in his eyes again. Something that almost looked like guilt. But he looked away too fast to be sure.

He stood abruptly.

Didn’t say anything.

Just stormed off toward the back hallway and slammed a door behind him.

Nick let out a shaky breath. “This is so fucked.”

Chris gently took the phone from her trembling hands and went to her contacts. Without asking, he blocked Josh’s number. “There. Done. You’re not gonna deal with his shit right now.”

Y/N didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.

Her entire world had just been rewired in a matter of minutes.

And worse — Matt had seen it all coming before she did.

“Stay the night,” Chris said softly, brushing her hair back. “You’re gonna need the company.”

She nodded numbly, collapsing further into his side.

She didn’t notice the way the hallway light flicked off behind the closed door.

Or the way Matt sat on the other side of it, back against the wall, staring at the ceiling — like he didn’t know if he was more angry… or just broken.

a/n: If you couldn’t tell, this story is inspired by my c.ai bot. And I’m really sorry for the delay in getting the first chapter out — my mind’s been all over the place lately. I’ve been trying to pull everything together and figure out what to write, all while juggling school and sorting out my housing situation for next semester. So thank you for being patient with me. - Mari taglist:

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chronologically-challenged · 1 year ago

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I think this fandom is too normal about Petronille. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S ONLY IN HER LATE TEENS/EARLY 20'S WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????

Like like!!!! We don't have a timeline on when Bonnie and Nille ran away from home, but it HAS to be when Bonnie was really young. Bonnie doesn't seem to remember their parents well at all, and the most we hear about them is that they were "mean". So like!!!! Depending on how old you see Bonnie (10-12ish) and how young you think the two ran away, that could range from 5 to 9 years give or take.

Thats!!!! A range!!! At the oldest Nille (say 24) she was 18 or 19 when the two ran away, which is an adult but still pretty young, but the youngest range????? Hello??? If Nille is 19 now, she could have been as young as 11 when she took Bonnie!!!! What!!!!

I don't think that's the case, but still??? If we take the average of those two, Nille would be 16!!! 16!!!!! And taking care of her sibling basically on her own!!! Nille is a kid who had to grow up too fast and take on the world to make sure Bonnie and her could survive!!! Nille's probably been fighting a good chunk of her life for their happiness and that doesn't even ACCOUNT for the abuse their parents messed her up with. And then after EVERYTHING basically sacrificed herself so Bonnie could have a chance to live from the King's Curse!!!!!

And after all that!!!! Suddenly, she's offered protection from 4 random adults who also adore her sibling and want to take care of the both of them??? What do you do with that??? Do you even BELIEVE that??? Can you even trust that someone else than you could be trusted with your baby sibling? That you can let someone else take that responsibility. The responsibility that you took on with your whole heart and soul to the point you made sure that even if you basically DIED for all that mattered, at least Bonnie would have a chance.

You've been asleep for months and woken up in a new reality where you're not your sibling's whole world anymore. They've changed. You weren't there for it. These people Iove Bonnie so much. But do they know them as much as you do??? They weren't there all this time!!! You should know your sibling better than anyone here!!!

And yet. Yet...

You don't know what to make of this. You're happy Bonnie's safe. You're terrified you don't recognize the new parts of them that have shown up without you being there.

Your sibling lives in a whole new world now. They love you. They would come back to it just being the two of you if you pushed it.

But if you do, you're not sure Bonnie would ever forgive you for it.

(Are you seeing my vision??? Do you understand why I'm not normal about Nille????)

#petronille isat #isat spoilers #act 6 spoilers #isat #tw abuse mention #okay cool nille is cool- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY COULD BE AS YOUNG AS 19????#listen im 26 I am young but like anyone under 20 are babies to me now WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE COULD BE 19???????#KIDS RAISING KIDS KIDS RAISING KIDS-#anyway uh people should be less normal about nille and once I finish chapter 3 of my loop fic Im writing at least a one shot about this-#my posts

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larluce · 9 months ago

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 , PART 16 , PART 17 , PART 18 , PART 19 , PART 20 , PART 21 , PART 22 , PART 23 , PART 24 , PART 25 , PART 26 , PART 27, PART 28 (You're here), PART 29

In Merlin's chambers.

Merlin: (pacing, anxious and worried)

Gaius: (enters)

Merlin: (turns to Gaius quickly) How is he? Is he going to be okay?

Gaius: (serious) The King had a seizure, but he's stable now. He should be awake by tomorrow morning.

Merlin: (sighs in relief) Thank the gods!

Gaius: Now sit down (takes Merlin to the bed and sits him) I need to check your bruise.

Merlin: There's no need. It's not serious.

Gaius: (sharply) I know. But these are Prince's orders. (Checks Merlin's cheek) It's a bit swollen, but you'll live. (Puts ointment on the bruise) This should do. Now... (Very serious) What happened?

Merlin: (ashamed) I... I think I pissed him off so bad he collapsed.

Gaius: I figured, Merlin. Uther hit you. It's not difficult to put two and two together. What I need to know is WHAT did you do to piss Uther off so bad he collapsed.

Merlin: (more ashamed, mumbles) I...deny but-then he-and I...

Gaius: Merlin I need every detail, word by word what exactly did you tell the King, so I can find a way to defend you.

Merlin tells him exactly what happened and Gaius hears every word patiently, even when he feels the need to yell at Merlin every 30 seconds for how insolent and reckless Merlin had been.

Gaius: (after Merlin finishes) Alright... There's no way to defend you.

Merlin: What?! 😰

Gaius: You did not only defy the King's authority and raise your voice at him, you mocked him and insulted him! What were you thinking?!😡

Merlin: I don't know! I did what you said: deny, be submissive, be respectful, but he still believed I was guilty and then he said he would send me away from Arthur and I just... got mad!

Gaius: You should've been grateful Uther just wanted to send you away! You'll be lucky if he even grants you a quick and painless death now! You think that Uther is Arthur and will put up with your disrespect? He is the King!

Merlin: I know! I just.. forgot it for a moment. (sighs) I'll pack my things.

Gaius: Why?

Merlin: You said there was no way to defend me, so I'm leaving, like Uther sentenced.

Gaius: (lets out a dry laugh) You really don't get it, do you?

Merlin: (confused) What?

Gaius: How bad you really messed up! (stands up abruptly and moves his hands around as he talks in distress) When I told you'll be lucky if Uther grants a quick and painless death now, I meant it! Everyone thinks you tried to kill the King! And, honestly, I don't blame them. You were alone with the King when he "fainted" and have a fighting mark on your face. If I didn't know you, I would've believe it too. And you do realise that's the worst crime someone can be accused of, right?

Merlin: (pales) But I didn't-And Uther knows I-

Gaius: You think that with how paranoid he has been he won't think you provoque this seizure on him on purpose?

Merlin: ...

Gaius: Once Uther wakes up, you'll be enemy of the crown. You'll be hunted down so bad, not even outside Camelot you'll be safe. And when they get you... (his voice wavers, not able to say it, and sits on the bed again, defeated)

Merlin: But... I'm sure Arthur can do some-

Gaius: Arthur! Even he understands the gravity of the situation more than you do. Do you know where is the prince now?

Merlin: Looking after his father. Where else could he be?

Gaius: ...

Merlin: That's where he is, right?

Gaius: ...

Merlin: Gaius, where is Arthur?

Arthur in a reunion with all his Knights.

Arthur: I won't force you to participate. If your loyalty lays more with Uther than with me, I completely understand. He is still the King after all. But I need to know who will be on my side.

Merlin: (enters) Arthur! (runs to him)

Sir Innprudence: (murmurs) The apple of discord has arrived.

Sir Leon: (hits him, whispering) Silence!

Merlin: Tell me is not truth. Tell me you are not planning to overthrow the king!

Arthur: Alright, I won't tell you.

Merlin: Arthur!

Sir Ewan: (murmuring) Like he didn't plan this from the beginning.

Sir Leon: (whispers) Really? You too?

Sir Ewan: (whispers back) Is his fault we are about to do a rebellion! To think we defended him. But now we know what he is. A poisonous snake-

Merlin: You can't overthrow your own father, are you mad?! I won't let you!

Sir Owain: Listen to him, Sire!

Sir Ewan: Yes, he's talking nothing but reason!

Sir Leon: (whispers to Ewan) Didn't you just say he was a poisonous snake?

Sir Ewan: (whispers back) What are you talking about? I'd never talk bad about The Unicorn Catcher.

Arthur: Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. I'm not really overthrowing my father.

Merlin: You are not? 😧

Arthur: You think I'd take my father's throne by force when he's unconscious and therefore incapable of defending himself in any way? That's not just treason, is dishonorable!

Merlin: (sighs in relief)

Arthur: This is just a back up plan.

Merlin: A back up plan?

Arthur: Yes, my first plan is to try to talk him out of executing you as soon as he wakes up. If he forgives your life, everything will be solved.

Merlin: ... And if he doesn't?

Arthur: That's what the back up plan is for. 😊

Merlin: ...

Knights: ...

Sir Innprudence: Rebellion it is.😔

Merlin: You can't be serious. Arthur, you know Uther won't forgive me!

Arthur: (in denial) Don't be so negative, Merlin. I can try to persuade him. It might work.

Merlin: Arthur-

Arthur: This is just a last resort! If he doesn't see reason, I'll challenge him into a duel-

Merlin: Arthur-

Arthur: If he doesn't accept the duel, i'll ask the court for their support-

Merlin: Arthur-

Arthur: And if I don't have enough support-

Merlin: (shouts) You won't have it! Why would the court help you save the life of a servant? Especially one that is suspected of trying to kill the King! You can't ascend the throne this way. Your legitimacy to the throne will be questioned and your reputation ruined! It's outrageous enough that you are even considering this. He is your father!

Arthur: (shouts) I WON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU FROM ME!

Merlin: ...

Arthur: For years he made feel unworthy of his love. He made me feel guilty for my mother's death since I was a kid. I did EVERYTHING to get his approval. I trained hard, I isolated myself with tones of books, went to quests, I killed in his name! And then what does he do? Insult me, hit me, imprison me and take every piece of happiness I have! He sacked my first nursemaid because she was too soft on me, he killed my first hunting dog because I was getting too attached to it. "Don't show weakness Arthur, why are you crying Arthur? The darkness of the dungeons scares you? Stop acting like a baby, you are turning 8 tomorrow!"

Merlin: (covers his mouth with his hands, wide eye)

Kinghts: (just as shocked) ...

Arthur: I tolerated him a lot of things. But not this. Not with you. I won't let him take my happiness once more!

Merlin: (thinking in awe and emotional) He... he considers me part of his happiness? 🥺

Arthur and Merlin: (get lost in each other's eyes)

Knights: ...

Sir Innprudence: (coughs) Well, the rebellion is not going to make itself.

Leon: (hits him with his elbow and mutters) They were having a moment! (aloud) You can count on me, Sire.

Sir Owain: And me!

Sir Ewan: And me!

Sir Innprudence: Yeah, we already escaped the dungeons. What's another rebellious act?

Leon: (lifting his sword) For the love of Camelot!

All Knights: For the love of the Prince!

Time skip. In Gaius Tower.

Merlin: (enters, very serious)

Gaius: Did you convince the Prince of not doing the rebellion?

Merlin: In fact, he convinced me.

Gaius: What?

Merlin: Did you know Uther put Arthur in dungeons as a punishment when he was 8? Or should I say since?

Gaius: ... Where is this coming from?

Merlin: (barely contained anger) You knew, didn't you? You knew and you didn't do anything!

Gaius: I did what I could! I can't very well confront the king about his parenting methods, Merlin. Unlike you, I know my place.

Merlin: Parenting methods? That's abuse! He was just a child! And I... (thinking) I never noticed. Those times Uther sent Arthur and Morgana to the dungeons, I just assumed they were isolated cases. But they were routine for them. How much did I actually miss in my other life?

Gaius: Uther wasn't the best father, I won't deny that. But does he deserves to lose his crown for that? Besides, this is not just about him. A rebellion will put the life of many at stake. Blood will be spilled. Do you want that on your conscience? On Arthur's conscience?

Merlin: No! Of course not. But if Uther hasn't been a shitty father, Arthur's mind wouldn't be as set as it is now. He killed his dog for gods' sake!

Gaius: What does that has to do with anything?

Merlin: Arthur is not doing this because of me. Apparently this was just the last straw. (thinking) Though it's odd he never reacted like this in my other life. He never thought of doing a rebellion when Uther wanted to kill Gwen. And Arthur always thought high of Uther even years after he died. What changed to make Arthur stop idolizing his father so soon?

Gaius: The last straw? YOU were the last straw! 😡 You and your audacity, your boldness, your lack of self-preservation-

Merlin: I get it, I get it. This is all my fault. You can scold me and ground me all you want later. Now we need solutions. How can we stop Arthur from doing the rebellion?

Gaius: Honestly, Merlin, sending you to talk him out of it was the only hope I had.

Merlin: (thoughtful) Hmmm... Maybe... there wouldn't be a need for a rebellion if...

Gaius: If?

Merlin: (hesitantly) Uther weren't to wake up?

Gaius: (escandalized) Merlin! Are you suggesting to kill the King? 😱

Merlin: No! Never! I wouldn't do that to Arthur! But you must admit it would solve a lot of thing-

Gaius: Shut your mouth! You are speaking treason! Those words alone could get you hanged!

Merlin: I'm pretty much dead now, Gaius. But you're right, I shouldn't joke with those things. (thoughtful again) What can we do?

Gaius: (brings a hand to his chest) You're going to make my heart leave my body one of these days, I swear.

Merlin: (gets an idea) Leave! That's it! (makes a move to leave)

Gaius: (stops him) Where are you going?

Merlin: I'm going to pack my things and leave Camelot. 😊

Gaius: You think running away from your problems is going to solve anything?

Merlin: No, but it'll keep Arthur busy.

Gaius: ...What?

Merlin: Here's the plan. Hear me out. Arthur told me he didn't want Uther to take me from him because I'm part of his happiness. (smiles a little, blushing)

Gaius: Really, Merlin? This is not the time for blushing.

Merlin: I'm not-It's good to feel appreciated sometimes. Anyways, this means Arthur cares enough for me to look for me if I'm gone, right?

Gaius: I would say that more than enough, actually, but yes.

Merlin: So if I leave and hide, Arthur will be too busy trying to find me that he won't have time to organize his rebellion. There, problem solved!

Gaius: That's your great plan. Playing hide and seek with the Prince.

Merlin: Yep. 😊

Gaius: Yes, he'd probably go nuts looking for you, just as he probably would speed up the rebellion in the hope that you will return as soon as the threat is over.

Merlin: ...

Merlin: Okay, I didn't think of that.

Gaius: (sighs)

Merlin: You are not giving me many ideas either, Gaius!

Gaius: Well, for now, I'll do the only thing I can. (picks up a potion and starts leaving)

Merlin: What are you going to do?

Gaius: (defeated) Delay the inevitable. To buy you some time.

Merlin: (keeps looking at Gaius, confused)

Gaius: (sighs) I'm going to drug the King. (leaves)

Time skip. Emergency reunion in Morgana's chambers with Merlin, Gwen and Lancelot.

Lancelot: Arthur even asked me to join the knights in the rebellion.

Gwen: He seems pretty determined, Merlin. Reasoning or trying to sweet persuade him is not going to make him change his mind this time.

Merlin: I know, I tried. (sighs) There must be something we can do!

Morgana: (enters) Sorry, I'm late. Someone had to look after Uther. (gives Merlin a look)

Merlin: (guilty) Morgana-

Morgana: Don't. I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen. And I don't blame you, truly. If I told you all the times Uther made me lose my temper.

Merlin: Yeah, the difference is no one would ever believe you tried to kill the King because of that.

Gwen: There are still many Unicorn Catcher defenders between the servants if that's any consolation to you.

Merlin: It is not. (to Morgana, hopeful) You think you can convince Arthur of not doing this?

Morgana: You think I haven't tried? I even told him he would hurt Uther less if he killed him in his sleep rather than force him to fight his own son in battle, that he was being a monster by doing this, but he went all "this is the honorable way" and all.

Merlin: Perfect. Unless Gaius can sedate Uther forever, we are screw.

Morgana: Have you tried seducing him? 😏

Merlin: This is not time for jokes, Morgana. 😒

Morgana: (thinking) It would work if you weren't so blind to Arthur's feelings. 🤦 (sighs and says) Fine. What about crying to him?

Merlin: Morgana, this is serious!

Morgana: I am serious! How do you think I survived Uther's strict education for so long? Crying was my way to get away with some things with Uther and avoid or reduce some of his punishments. Of course it stopped working when he realised I was faking, but my point is: Pendragons are weak to tears and Arthur is not the exception. When I first came to the castle we didn't get along well. Arthur was jealous that I had all of Uther's attention and believed he was softer on me than him. He wouldn't swordplay with me no matter how much I asked, so what do you think I did?

Merlin: ...Cry?

Morgana: I cried so hard Arthur panicked and gave me his own sword to play. There was also this time some nobel kid made me cry and Arthur kicked him in the crotch.

Gwen: Oh, I remember that! It was so funny.

Lancelot: So you are suggesting manipulation, my lady?

Morgana: I wouldn't call it manipulation. I would call it... Plan T!

Merlin: Plan T?

Morgana: T of using tears as a way to presuade Arthur.

Merlin: That's manipulation!

Morgana: Well, we're running out of options. Besides, I sincerely believe that it can work. It's very easy, just look. (purses her lips and then her eyes begin to water, until tears run down her eyes and then she cries uncontrollably)

Merlin: (worried) Morgana?

Lancelot: Are you alright, my lady?

Morgana: (suddenly stops crying and wips her tears) See? 💁‍♀️

Merlin and Lancelot: (totally shocked) ... 😨😨

Gwen: (claps) You are so talented my lady! 😊

Morgana: It's easy. You just have to hold your breath, gag with your mouth closed and then just focus on the burning in your eyes until your eyes water and, finally, you let out all the frustration in the form of tears. Once you master that, you go to Arthur like this: (goes to Gwen and kneels before her, holding her hands. Then she starts crying all over again) "Please, Arthur, stop this! It's all my fault!" (hits her chest rugly) "I've caused all this. If blood is spilled because of me, I couldn't live with myself. (clinges to Gwen's legs) If you do this, I... I'd rather... disappear!" (faints)

Merlin: ...

Lancelot: ...

Gwen: (amazed) She's good, isn't she? 😃😁

Lancelot: I'll never trust the tears of a woman ever again.

Morgana: (stands up and turns to Merlin) See? Just like that.

Merlin: Yeah, I'm not doing that.

Morgana: You have to! If Arthur notices your anguish he will reconsider.

Merlin: Why don't you do it then?

Morgana: I did and he just sent me to Gaius. The problem when you use a trick too much is that people start to build up immunity to it. Besides, this is something Arthur would expect from me, but he would never expect it from you. With you he'll really be struck down.

Merlin: But... I don't want to lie to him. (thinking) No when I can help it.

Morgana: Technically you wouldn't be lying. You feel guilty, don't you?

Merlin: Of course I do!

Morgana: Then you'd just be amplifying your feelings! Now... (pulls Merlin and puts him infront of Lancelot) Lets practice. Imagine Lancelot is Arthur.

Lancelot: What? 😰

Merlin: Morgana this is ridiculous.😒

Morgana: Want to stop the rebellion?

Merlin: Yes, but-

Morgana: Then cry to Lancelot. Now.

Merlin: (sighs and tries to use Morgana's technique, holding his breath)

Morgana: You are forgetting to gag.

Merlin: (starts to gag)

Morgana: With your mouth close!

Merlin: (tries to do that, but fails and starts coughing)

Morgana: Okay, close enough. At least your eyes are a bit watery. Now kneel and hold Lancelot's hands.

Merlin: (kneels before Lancelot and holds his hands)

Lancelot: (puts his hands away in reflex, scared)

Gwen: Lance!

Lancelot: Sorry. My survival instinct. Do we really have to hold hands?

Morgana: Yes, we have to make this as realistic as possible.

Lancelot: And the Prince won't come in at any moment?

Gwen: The doors are closed and Arthur is too busy with this whole rebellion thing. You are safe, love.

Lancelot: (blushes a little at the use of the nickname) Alright (holds Merlin's hands, though he's still tense)

Morgana: Now, Merlin, your lines.

Merlin: (uncomfortable) Uh... Please, Arthur. Stop-

Morgana: No! You have to do it with more emotion!

Merlin: (raises his voice) Please, Arthur! Stop this! Is my fault (pats his chest)

Morgana: That hand, with more force! You're desperate!

Merlin: (hits his chest harder) I've caused all this!-

Morgana: The tears! where are the tears?!

Merlin: (tries to do Morgana's technice again but ends up doing a weird face) If blood is... spilled... I.... I can't live with myself...

Gwen: Now he looks constipated.

Morgana: The legs! Hug his legs!

Merlin: (hugs Lancelot's legs awkwardly)

Morgana: Tighter! You'll die if he doesn't change his mind!

Merlin: (hugs tighter)

Lancelot: (thinking, trying not to panic) Arthur won't come in, the doors are closed, Arthur won't come in, the doors are closed, Arthur won't come in-

Merlin: If you do this I'll... ARGH! I CAN'T DO THIS! (stands up, frustrated) I CAN'T CRY! THIS IS USELESS! I... (thinking) I lost my ability to cry like that long ago. I rarely cried in years and when I did I did it silently, swallowing my tears. Not even when I believed Arthur would die I cried like this. (Says, sad) We're doomed. The rebellion will happen, people will die and it will be all my fault, because I always ruin everything somehow! Maybe the problem all this time was me. Maybe Arthur would be actually better if I just didn't exist!

Gwen: ...

Lancelot: ...

Morgana: There! You have to hold to that emotion when you cry to Arthur.

Merlin: Didn't you just hear me? I CAN'T CRY!

Morgana: That can be arranged.

Time skip. In Gaius' tower.

Merlin: (enters) Gaius.

Gaius: How was your reunion? Did you find a solution?

Merlin: (hesitanly) I think, but... I need something... from you.

Gaius: (confused) What is it that you need?

Merlin: Do you have something there that can... make someone's eyes tear like... a lot?

Gaius: I think so, but... What's the plan exactly?

Merlin: Literally cry my way out of this.

....

Will Merlin be able to cry to the prince? find out in the next episode of "Merlin: the apple of discord"

Also credits to my best friend Rosangela, who gave me most of the ideas for diolagues in this part and others too.

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A Beacon in the Dark |17|

Pairing: Joey x Reader

Summary: Joey likes helping people, it's what she's best at. Hunting down the monsters of myth and legend might be the best way to save people.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3k+

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You shifted in your sleep causing you to let out a groan. You slowly tried to blink the sleep from your eyes. Your fingers twitched at the fabric beneath you, it was scratchier than you were used to. You furrowed your brow, you weren’t in your own bed, you weren’t at Grace’s.

Your eyes snapped open at the memory of running through the woods and then a sharp pain in your shoulder. Hunters. You had been on a job and hunters had ambushed you. You had barely escaped, got hit, and were bleeding out. The wound had burned; they had used silver.

You brought a hand up to your wound, frowning when you felt a bandage. You slowly blinked the sleep from your eyes, you weren’t in your bed, you weren’t even in one of the beds in the small infirmary Grace had. Unfamiliar cream-colored walls came into view, you scrunched your eyebrows together as your eyes scanned the room, it was small, you had never been there before though.

“You’re awake,” someone said, you could hear the relief in their voice.

You turned to the sound of their voice, they were in a doorway with a light behind them, forcing you to squint to try and make out who it was. You furrowed your brow until they stepped forward. “Joey?” You asked, your voice raspy. Somehow you had made it to Joey’s you didn’t even know that’s where you were headed, you could barely remember anything after getting in your car.

Joey walked over to you, quickly peeling back the bandage on your shoulder. She let out a sigh and you looked down, a red spot had soaked through the bandage, there was still a hole in you, but it wasn’t actively bleeding, and you could tell it was smaller than when you had been shot, at least it was healing. She didn’t waste time as she tore off the dirty bandaged, you watched as she cleaned around the wound before placing a new clean bandage over the wound.

“Thank you,” you rasped out. You caught sight of a dried blood stain on the bed sheets. “Sorry, for bleeding out in your bed.”

Joey huffed out a laugh. “That’s not really something you need to apologize for,” she whispered.

“I’ll buy you new sheets, no,” you closed your eyes again. “A new bed. I’m sure Grace won’t mind.”

Your eyes flew open, and you shot up in the bed. “Grace,” you whispered, looking around frantically.

“She’s okay,” Joey assured you. “She knows you’re here,” she rested a firm hand on your shoulder and began easing you back down. “I said we’d call when it was time for her to get you.”

You slowly released a breath and attempted to relax, which seemed easier said than done. “I’m sorry if I’ve made things complicated for you,” you sighed. When you opened your eyes, you saw Joey with a frown and her brow slightly scrunched together. “I didn’t want make things difficult for you or mess anything up, I just…” your eyes drifted down. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You could feel the warmth coming off Joey’s hand that was still resting on your shoulder. “I’m glad you came to me.”

“What about-”

“He didn’t see anything,” she cut you off. “You somehow managed to get here not long after we got home.”

You released another sigh. The last thing you wanted was for them to come home from their fun night only to find you bleeding on the floor. Joey already wanted to keep you far away from her son, him being introduced to you in that condition was definitely not ideal. You couldn’t imagine how Joey would possibly explain her job if Caleb saw you like that.

“I can slip out the window,” you sighed. “Wait for Grace down at the sidewalk.”

“You don’t have to,” Joey whispered.

“I don’t want to make things awkward or put you in a position you don’t want to be in.”

You were definitely not in a position to be jumping out of a window, but you’d do it if you had to. It would be better to message Grace and do it now, it seemed early enough that most people wouldn’t be awake yet. You could easily sneak out the front door, but you were worried about Caleb randomly waking up and assuming the worst.

“Would you like to meet him?” Joey asked suddenly.

You froze, you wondered if maybe you did die and this was all a dream, or you were experiencing some sort of fever-induced hallucination. When you looked at Joey though she seemed nervous but still like herself, telling you she probably wasn’t just in your imagination. “I don’t want to cross any lines,” you whispered. “There’s a reason you wanted to keep him away from…” Me. “All this.”

Joey began slowly nodding to herself as if she were having an internal debate. “I want you to,” she said slowly, though she still sounded unsure. “If you’re okay with that.”

You licked your lips, somehow you forgot how dry your throat was until this moment. You would have loved to meet Caleb, you knew how important he was to Joey. You didn’t want to cross a line though, you and Joey weren’t dating, you weren’t even sure you were allowed to classify the two of you as friends, you were co-workers. Just because Joey seemed to sort of want to introduce you didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean she would want you to visit, it didn’t mean she’d suddenly want you picking her up at her apartment.

“You don’t have to do this,” you assured her. Just because you stumbled on her doorstep bleeding didn’t mean she had to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.

“No,” she shook her head. “I’d really like for him to meet you.”

“If, you’re sure.” You waited, watching for any sign that she truly might not want this. “Then I’d love to,” you finally said when you saw no hesitation.

Joey smiled at that. “I’ll go get breakfast started.”

You shifted in the bed, intending to follow her. You let out a sigh when you noticed your shirt had been cut off you and was now laying in a bloody mess on the floor. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and saw your pants matched, jeans completely stained with blood. You barely remember what happened but clearly you lost a lot of blood, you were surprised you made it all the way to Joey’s if that’s how bad it was.

“Got any spare clothes?” You asked. If you met Caleb with the way you were dressed, that would be the complete opposite of a good first impression. If he saw you like this, he’d probably think you were some psychotic serial killer.

“Grace dropped off these,” Joey said, sitting some folded up sweats and a hoodie at the edge of the bed. “You can use the bathroom to get cleaned up.”

You nodded, watching as Joey gave you some Privacy. You gripped the sheets and let out a deep sigh, you were pretty much fully healed but your entire body ached, it was similar to how you felt after shifting. You groaned as you pushed yourself off the bed, grabbing the clothes as you entered the bathroom.

You scoffed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked like shit. You probably shouldn’t be up and moving, you looked like someone who needed another two days of sleep. You rolled your eyes and decided to do the bare minimum, basically just splashing water on your face and running your fingers through your hair a few times. You threw on the change of clothes, finally making yourself presentable enough and went off in search of Joey.

You made sure to tiptoe past Caleb’s room, though you still only heard the steady heartbeat of someone sleeping. You followed the clatter of plates and pans towards the kitchen, not that the apartment was very big to begin with.

You stopped in the doorway and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Joey behind the stove as she flipped a pancake. You silently made your way to one of the stools at the counter, not making a sound until the stool scraped against the hardwood floor as you pulled it out. Joey whipped around, her fingers tightening around her spatula as if she intended to use it as a weapon.

Her grip instantly relaxed when she saw it was only you and went back to her pancakes. “You look like shit,” she mumbled.

“Feel like it too,” you mumbled.

Joey grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the tap before setting in front of you. Your lips twitched up, you hadn’t even had to ask. Joey went back to focusing on the pancakes and then cracked a couple eggs in a different skillet.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, breaking, what was a comfortable silence

You sighed, you knew you’d have to talk to her eventually. “It seemed like a standard job,” you whispered, staring down at the glass of water in your hands, watching as the droplets ran down the glass until they pooled at your fingers. “Something felt off but…” you shrugged, it was always off, that was just part of the job.

“I was on the phone with Grace when I heard them,” you whispered. You could still hear the click of the gun. “There was at least three of them.”

“You didn’t recognize them?” Joey asked.

You shook your head. “There’s plenty of them out there. Would have just killed them but I was outnumbered and out gunned.” You furrowed your brow, your hand tightening around the glass but not enough to shatter it. “I got hit right when I got to my car.”

“Why would they do something like this?” Joey glanced back before flipping the pancakes she was making onto a plate. “How would they know you would be there?”

“They might not have, there were multiple reports.” You furrowed your brow, the whole thing seemed shady to begin with, but if it were truly all fake, Grace would have figured it out instantly. “This could just be their play, fake supernatural sightings, try to lure werewolves and who knows what else right to them.”

Joey finished getting the rest of the food on various plates. She turned around, resting her hands on the counter behind her. “I should have been with you,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you weren’t.”

If Joey had been with you there was no telling how things would have turned out. The only reason you escaped was because you didn’t have someone else to worry about and you still almost died. If Joey had been there maybe the two of you could have fought them off, maybe she would have noticed something before you got to the house, or maybe she would gotten killed because you failed to protect her.

The conversation was cut short when the creak of a door from down the hall sounded. Your entire body went rigid, you had met plenty of people before, it was part of your job, but meeting Joey’s kid was a whole other level. You decided focusing on your glass of water was the best course of action.

Caleb padded down the hall, coming to a stop as he entered the living area. You didn’t turn but you could feel his eyes on you and the way he slowly walked around you towards where Joey was.

“Morning sweaty,” Joey greeted softly.

“Morning,” Caleb said hesitantly.

“This is my co-worker, Y/N,” Joey gestured at you.

You slowly turned on the stool and looked over at Caleb with a soft smile. “Hi,” you greeted.

“Hi,” he said, though he still sounded cautious.

“They’re going to join us for breakfast,” Joey continued. You could feel her eyes darting back and forth between you and Caleb.

Caleb nodded and went to take his seat at the small dining table. Joey shot you a look and nodded for you to join as well. You slid off the stool and took a place across from Caleb, leaving the chair between you two empty for Joey. She was right behind you, setting down a plate of food in front of each of you.

The three of you ate in an awkward silence. You kept glancing at Joey, hoping she’d know how to break the ice, you had never met someone’s kid before, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to talk about. After your plates were clean Joey gathered each of them and took them to the sink, leaving you and Caleb alone at the table.

“So, you work with my mom?” Caleb asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you answered.

“What do you do?” The sound of plates clattering suddenly stopped, you glanced up to see Joey still facing the sink, the water running, but she wasn’t moving.

You licked your lips, your mouth becoming dry once again. You quickly grabbed the glass in front of you and chugged it as you tried to come up with an answer. “We help people,” you said slowly.

“You’re a doctor too?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that and even heard Joey snort as she went back to washing the dishes. “No,” you shook your head. “I’m usually the one in need of medical attention.”

Caleb slowly nodded but kept eyeing you suspiciously. “Why?”

You smirked, shooting a glance to the back of Joey’s head before leaning across the table. “I’m kind of a troublemaker,” you whispered to Caleb, but loud enough so that Joey could hear.

Caleb’s mouth twitched up, but he fought the urge to fully smile. “Is my mom also a troublemaker?”

You glanced at Joey again, seeing her turn her head just enough to raise an eyebrow at you, daring you to answer that. “I try, I really do,” you smiled. “But she’s always insistent on getting me out of trouble.”

Caleb chuckled at that. “She’s saved you before?”

You looked back at Joey, she still refused to turn around and just continued doing the dishes. “More times than I can possibly count.”

“And what do you do for her?”

You looked back at Caleb, seeing him look at you with a raised eyebrow. You had never felt such potential judgement for your answer before. “Annoy her usually,” you admitted.

Caleb narrowed his eyes at you then broke out into a laugh. You caught sight of a smile on Joey’s face as well whenever she turned her head to put the dishes on the drying rack.

“Do you two only work together?” Caleb asked. You tilted your head in question as you took a sip of your water. “Or are you dating?”

You nearly spit out your water but held it in and through yourself into a coughing fit as you started to choke. There was also a loud clatter, like Joey dropped one of the plates or something. “I mean,” Caleb continued, giving a little shrug. “You’re here for breakfast.”

You cleared your throat, making sure to push the glass away so you didn’t choke again. “No, no,” you managed to get out. “We just work together.” Caleb let out a hum but didn’t seem too convinced. You could see how it looked, it was in fact suspicious, but Joey barely started tolerating you, you were maybe on the verge of becoming friends, possibly, but nothing more.

“Besides,” you whispered. “She can do a lot better than me.” Joey glanced back at you, she clearly heard what you said but you couldn’t decipher the look on her face.

Joey’s phone vibrated on the counter, and she dried off her hands on a towel before tapping it. “Grace is here,” she said, glancing back at you.

You nodded and got up from your seat. “It was really meeting you,” you said to Caleb.

“Nice meeting you too,” he said.

Joey walked you to the door, even going as far as to walk you all the way down to the lobby. “Make sure to call if anything feels wrong,” Joey said, looking you over with the type of worry only a doctor could have.

“Thank you,” you silently chuckled. “And thanks for…” you nodded up towards where her apartment was. You knew how much she was risking by letting you meet Caleb; you wouldn’t make her regret it.

“He seems to like you,” she smiled.

“What can I say, I’m impossible not to love,” you shrugged. Joey just playfully rolled her eyes, not bothering to argue with your statement. “He seems like a pretty cool kid though.”

You looked back at the street when you heard a car pull up and saw Grace waiting for you. “Keep me updated if you find anything,” Joey said as you walked away. “And you’re never going on a mission alone again.” You chuckled at that, but you had a feeling she really wouldn’t let you do another mission without her, even if it was just recon.

You slipped into the passenger seat with a tired sigh. “Are you okay?” Grace asked before the door was even closed.

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you nodded. “She let me meet Caleb,” you answered.

Grace’s mouth parted, clearly not having expected that. You let your head flop against the window, Joey stood at the door until the two of you pulled away.

“Did you find anything?” You asked, knowing Grace would have jumped right into searching for the hunters and what exactly happened.

“No,” Grace gritted out. “But I won’t stop until I find something.” You let out a hum in acknowledgement, if anyone would be able to dig up info on the hunters who shot you it would be Grace. Your eyes were already closed before you could inquire further. You didn’t even remember passing the first streetlight before you dozed off.

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mediumgayitalian · 11 days ago

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We sharing hcs?

1. Bianca was OBSSESSED with Michael Jackson (the cassino u know), nico likes him too even tho he isn't a big pop fan

2. On that note, Bianca loved to dance and killed it at the dancing games in the cassino. Her next life is a dancer ❤️

3. Will is super into gore and morbid stuff. Once nico's health is better, will asks him to summon zombies and skeletons for him to study

4. Pretty sure will is canonically into true crime?? Well, he knows what happened to a ton of unsolved crimes bc he makes nico summon the ghosts to tell him what happened

5. Kayla is a velcro sister. She'll terrorize will and austin but she's always following them around

6. The first time nico hung out with the chaos trio, lou ellen asked him if it was true that avril lavigne had died and been replaced (nico had no idea who that was and a lot of laughter ensued)

7. There are some spirits that nico can't approach. Black ancestors will pretty much only speak to hazel (esp those from new orleans), and nico was run out of ethiopia and told to never come back

8. Hazel loves songs abt heartbreak, she'll be belting out the saddest song ever while in a happy commited relationship with frank. He's confused

9. Cecil is killer at impressions and loves to do them to absurd prompts ("do.... chiron telling campers weed is now allowed at camp!")

10. The next time romans visited chb, someone (it was a hermes kid 10000%) made a bigus dickus joke. The romans were ?????? and percy had to explain mid-laughing fit

11. Hospitals are haunted af and, when will is working at them?, he gets approached a lot by ghosts who want him to contact nico to help them

12. When asked, drew tells everyone her dream is to be a runaway model. This is partially true, but her real real dream is to be a fashion designer. She has a ton of croquis that she shows no one

13. The first time nico saw minos, he crossed himself

14. Nico can moonwalk (he learned it alongside bianca)

15. It actually took a little while for will and kayla to grow close. He thought she was bratty and kind of annoying and she thought he had "a stick up his ass". But they both took to austin pretty much the moment he showed up

16. Naomi was named after naomi campbell, her mom is a big fan

17. Will being tall isn't from apollo actually. His entire mortal fam is tall af, his grandfather loves to say he fell for his grandmother bc she was the first woman who could look him in the eye

18. Kayla has a THICK toronto accent and cecil loves to piss her off by impersonating her (this was part of why she and will butted heads at first. They couldn't understand each other's accents *and* will laughed super hard the first time cecil messed with her)

19. Deaf!will forever! His first language was ASL (he learned it from his deaf grandma) and there are many english words he learned by reading. Worst offender is hepatitis bc one time will pronounced it as hepatities 💔

20. The chaos trio is STEM and nico is humanities. Makes for funny conversations when they have their infodump sessions

21. Will is one of those ppl who have a proeminent forehead vein. U know u fucked up when the forehead vein is bulging

22. Jason struggles to eat his veggies 💔 and likes his steaks *bloody* it's a holdover from his time with the wolves

23. Nico 🤝 frank - melting when their partners call them "baby" with their southern accents

24. Lou ellen loves quantum physics. The athena cabin thinks she's def onto something, if only she didn't mix it with so much ~magic mumbo jumbo~

25. The solace fam has a butcher shop. Naomi, growing up, always at the register bc she was grossed out by it - will was taught to cut up a chicken by 10 bc he was always underfoot

i love this so much i want to reply one by one.

1. no ur so right. i looooooove imagining them in the casino. i love to hc that nico raced Real Genuine Race Cars regularly. like he is a menace on the road and if u give him half the chance and a wrench he will mod a car in ways that would get him arrested on sight

2. this made me actually cry out loud. her next life is a dancer. especially bc will's oldest sister was a dancer too. in their next lives they danced together. they are the little girls who hold hands as the awards are read on stage

3. hes literally so gross he has like jars of shit. half the reason he wants nico so bad is bc he wants to put the boy under a microscope and nico is into it tbh

4. and nico does it bc hes whipped yeah

5. AGREED AGREED AGREED

6. YES i love. i love the chaos trio becoming a chaos quartet

7. 💀 correct they said i can smell the rich white european on you go the fuck away

8. she is olivia rodrigo's #1 stan yeah

9. SHDHJNSJFS YOURE SO RIGHT LMFAO

10. tears in his eyes clutching his stomach annabeth was so embarrassed she broke up with him for the day to date reyna instead

11. oh...what a fic this could be....pov of a young scared girl who just woke up and cant find her mom...slips her hand in into the doctor's with the nice smile and wrinkle lines...he feels the shock of cold and tiny palm and stops and kneels down and he cant see anything...but says hey sweetheart...my husband can help you. stick with me, okay?...sits her in his office with a coloring book...she draws dark shapes lined in red. shes scared....she doesnt recognize the world around her. will softens. he plays some kidz bop, the drawings get a little brighter. shadows chased away. nico comes, as soon as he can, and sees this tiny thing with messy hair smushed on the side where she lay on a pillow until she finally faded...takes her hands and meets her eyes and waits for her to find her words...squeezes her hands when she cries...tells her, hey, there's an old lady calling me...telling me she's missing her little ladybug...and this girl brighens, shouts lola!....bounds after nico happily into the arms of her grandmother....oh im unwell

12. oh i love this so much this could be a very tense drew & piper fic

13. righteously so 💀

14. it takes him 7 shots to get there yep

15. interesting....i like this take.

16. fits for ms diva 💀

17. YEAH like none of his other siblings are tall

18. DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT A TORONTO ACCENT 😭😭😭 i am pretending they dont exist. the idea of kayla getting mad and calling will a wasteman puts me in pain.

19. HEPATITTIES LMFAOOO poor will omg

20. oh wait this is fire. could be a mortal au, could be a mortal au...

21. embarrassing for him but frightening for literally anyone else

22. he is actually genuinely untamed i love this

23. it's so embarrassing for them and will & hazel are aware

24. she's like doc brown mad scientist yeah. her and cecil and will are actually deadass building the delorean time machine in the garage at will's aunts theyre getting close (the secret is racer nico but they dont know this yet) (they dont know enough about cars)

25. oooou interestign!!

#thank u for sharing omg #ask #reference

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cheollollipop · 2 months ago

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26 corners of you. | mark lee

genre: fluff

wc: 983

author’s note!

i actually am madly in love with mark lee!

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

The first thing I register when I wake up—before the sun through the curtains, before the vague scent of coffee lingering in the air is that something's stuck to my forehead.

I groggily reach up and peel it off, blinking at the scribbled writing.

#1: You look stupidly cute when you're drooling. Happy birthday, nerd.

There's a tiny doodle of my face with a heart. I groan, then laugh.

This man.

I sit up and immediately notice another Post-it on my nightstand, this one a pale blue square:

#2: Go where your mornings always start (no cheating).

Which means... the bathroom. Sure enough, stuck to the mirror above my toothbrush:

#3: You hum when you brush your teeth like you're in a toothpaste commercial. Please never stop.

I shake my head, smiling so hard it hurts, and rinse my mouth as another note catches my eye—taped behind the cabinet door where I keep my moisturizer.

#4: You once yelled at me for stealing your expensive face cream. Fair. But also my skin is glowing now, so... worth it.

I'm giggling now. Fully awake. Barefoot and half-dressed in Mark's old hoodie, following a breadcrumb trail of love notes around our apartment.

Next stop: the kitchen.

There's one on the kettle.

#5: You always remember how I like my tea. You're thoughtful even when you think you're not.

Another on the fridge:

#6: You give me the last fry even though you always want it. That's love.

#7: You make midnight snacks feel like five-star meals. Especially those weird microwave mug cakes.

I find three more stuck around the couch, where a blanket is still crumpled from our movie night last night:

#8: This is your reading corner, but mostly you fall asleep here. I always put your book on the shelf for you.

#9: You once cried during a Pixar short and told me to "shut up" when I got emotional too.

#10: You let me be soft, even when I don't have the words. I don't think I've ever had that before you.

I pause at that one.

It's scribbled a little slower than the others, like he really thought about it. I trace the edge of the note with my thumb before pressing it flat again and moving toward the hallway. There's one on the shoe rack:

#11: You remember birthdays, allergies, and how everyone takes their coffee. You're the glue. Even when you don't realize it.

Then one stuck to my rain boots:

#12: You once danced in the rain and called it "healing energy." I laughed, but you were right.

I follow the next to our laundry area, then to the desk where Mark writes music, then to the window ledge where I like to sit and talk to the plants I forget to water. Each note is a tiny snapshot of us.

#13: You call plants your "green babies" but forget to water them. Somehow they still thrive. Like me, I guess.

#14: You always kiss me twice. Once quick. Once slow. I noticed.

#15: You wore my hoodie on our third date and I nearly combusted.

#16: You make rainy days feel like home.

#17: You roast my raps when they're bad, but still hype me like I'm a genius. Balance.

The final few lead me back toward the bedroom.

One on the record player:

#18: You say vinyl sounds warmer. I don't know what that means but you're convincing.

One on the lamp I never turn off when I fall asleep:

#19: You sleep with the light on when you're anxious. I don't mind. I sleep better knowing you're okay.

And another, taped to the side of the bedframe:

#20: You let me dream out loud. Even the weird dreams. Even the big ones.

When I lift the blanket, there's one stuck to the inside corner of the sheets:

#21: You steal the blankets but give the warmth back. Literally and metaphorically.

There's a rustling outside the room, followed by the sound of soft footsteps—and then Mark pokes his head into the doorway, hair a mess, wearing pajama pants and the proudest smile I've ever seen.

"I was hoping you'd still be in bed," he says.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You made me do cardio first thing in the morning."

"It was a scavenger hunt for your heart." He walks in, holding something behind his back.

I raise an eyebrow. "What's in your hands, Romeo?"

He reveals a small, handmade envelope, sealed with a sticker that says "#26."

I take it slowly, still holding all the other notes in one hand.

"Is this the grand finale?"

He nods. "Open it."

Inside is a small folded letter in his handwriting. Neater this time. Carefully written.

#26. I love you because... somehow, being around you makes everything feel like home. Even when I'm a mess. Even when I don't say it out loud. Just being near you? It's enough. You're enough.

And I hope I never stop learning you. Every version. Every chapter. Every year.

Happy 26th, baby. This world got infinitely better the day you showed up in it.

— M.

I press the letter to my chest and look up at him, heart clenching.

"You're so unfair," I whisper. "You're gonna make me cry and it's not even 9 a.m."

Mark grins and crawls into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms without a word. The notes rustle between us, a colorful mess of paper hearts.

"Worth it," he says into my hair. "I've been planning this for weeks."

I bury my face in his chest and hold him tight. No gift could've topped this. Not even close.

Because it wasn't just 26 notes. It was 26 corners of me he sees. Loves. Remembers.

And for the first time in a while, I feel all of it.

Every ounce.

#mark lee #nct mark #mark lee drabbles #nct drabbles #mark lee x reader #nct fluff #mark lee fluff #cheollollipop

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michaelscorneroftheinternet · 8 months ago

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Okay time for a long mother fucking post.

Buckle up folks!

All Ask Change in Script Asks and Whether or not they are Canon to the Story/Lore!

(Will do my best to consistently update this post as we go along.)

This post will work like this:

I will go at this like a list all Asks are in order of when they were posted.

Each will have the Ask and then whether it is or isn't Canon. The link to the post with the answer will be attached to the Ask all you gotta do is click on it.

If Canon then it will be colored like so: [Canon]

If Not Canon then it will be colored like this: [Not Canon]

If in a grey area or not Change in Script related it will be colored like so: [Not Related to Change in Script]

-Ask Change in Script Part 1-

(150 Follower Special)

1. “All I aks the tv man is why, why do this, also your 'canon' self is suffering lmao”

[Canon excluding mention of Canon self.]

2. “Hey SMG4! Do your scars hurt? I can imagine so since you just got them. Hey SMG4 crew! When 4 first got his scars, did you help him at all? Hey SMG3, do you have nightmares? Or do you not sleep at all?”

[Canon]

3. “Hey Puzzles, you got a minute? This little gremlin wanted to say hi”

[Not Canon]

4. “for mario: our fav italian , what you think of Meggy?, for mr.puzzles: you know half of the famdow wanna kiss you, right? for mr.puzzles: you still talk with ur dad? for smg4: any crushes? TuT !! thats it !, ty for answering, or dont, idk. Xoxo !!”

[Canon]

5. “I know the post said to ask the ai and I will! But also I'm curious! Who's your favorite character and how long have you been watching SMG4 and what was your first episode? :0”

[Canon to Me as a Person]

6. “Now imma ask questions to everyone! :DD Great job out there Mr. Puzzles! 5 stars! I can't wait to see what else you have planned! ^w^,, And hey, if no one else out there is, I'm rooting for ya!”

[Canon]

7. “Two questions SMG4. Are you worried about where SMG3 could be? And two. Meggy. Are you recovered from Western? No PTSD or anything? You still wearing his beanie?”

[Canon]

8. “HEY PUZZLES! DO A FLIP!”

[Not Canon]

9. “Sorry I don't have any questions, but I just wanna say I love your art style and how you draw these characters :]”

[Not Canon or Canon just sweet]

10. “Follow-up to that last ask SMG4, what was it like living with the Mario bros early on? And Mario Bros, what was it like when SMG4 lived with you? How was his recovery there? Did he have to stay at the hospital at all?”

[Canon]

11. “[🍓🌿] *ran up and hugged your oc* - I love you, which means I will hug you >:]”

[Not Canon or Canon just sweet]

12. “MICHEAL ISN'T HUMAN SEND TWEET/POS”

[Sweating Profusely]

13. “*give Mr Puzzles star stickers and a hug* :)”

[Canon]

14. “Hai! Mr puzzle you are doing great shows! But can you be in there more often I wanna see you more often in the screen! No force tho if you don’t wanna I understand keep up! ( I WANNA HUG YOU! CAN I??) Cya!! <3”

[Canon]

15. “I come with a peace offering for Puzzles: A cookie and this star to go with it. 🍪 🌟”

[Canon]

16. “Hello! I am the Creator Anon. I am a creature of… well, I shouldn’t say ‘divine’, because that is the complete opposite of what I am. I have a request for you…”

[I don't even know what this was about]

17. “Hey SMG3, just wanting to tell you that I'm sorry you got dragged into the current mess you're in. Hope you at least find some form of way to ease out? As for you Puzzles, THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS 💣”

[So Canon Even the Bomb]

18. “4, what did you guys fight about?”

[Canon]

19. “Soooooo When did Meggy and Tari start dating?”

[Canon]

20. “Ur canon self killed mickey mouse”

[Canon]

21. “✏️Question from Smg4: - do you treat this pink thing with something? And she doesn't feel much discomfort?”

[Canon]

22. “Miss kamilyvision: olá senhor puzzles é bom conhece você (English kamily says: hi mr puzzles it's nice meet you)”

[Not Canon but Sweet]

23. “Back with another question. Totally not a take two with th– Cut it straight, Puzzles, what do you plan to do with SMG3? >:3 Heya Meggy, you doing good lately? Aight, let's take two with Goomba Puzzles lmao- An apple to keep the doctor away from SMG4 (/j). You want? (he's fine with you saying no)”

[Canon until the last question]

24. “Now I’m curious, did 3 ever come to visit while you recovered, SMG4?”

[So Canon it hurts…]

25. “Hey Meggy! What’s your favorite thing about Tari?”

[Canon]

26. “3, you gotta hold on, the others will notice something’s up!”

[Canon and it Hurts]

27. “Mr Puzzles, you hurt SMG4. Why would you do that?! You probably watched the whole thing like the pathetic outsider you are.”

[Haha who ever asked this better pray there's a god because it's Canon]

28. “44444, you should really check on Eggdog”

[Uh oh Canon]

29. “smg3: can i have an hug?? :3 luigi: do u talk with Mario abt doing all stuff in the house?, just to know. Ur my favorite btw ! :D (blue hair girl i forgort her name): who is ur best friend?, meggy or ur ducky duck??????”

[Not Canon]

30. “Imma give this man an eggcat! her name is Eglantine, Eggy for short”

[Not sure where to put this but Eglantine will appear in future Asks with Mr. Puzzles]

31. “Mr puzzles you are truly inspiring also please sign this marriage certificate”

[NOT CANON]

32. “Heyyo Mr. Puzzles. Just wanted to ask, what is your creative process? Do you do that thing some people do, including myself, where you’re listening to music or some kind of audio and an animatic just starts forming in your head and you go from there or is it different? Also, here’s a star for ya. ⭐️”

[Canon]

33. “Can I hug the silly TV man 🥺”

[Canon]

34. “[🫀💢] - If you're watching TV...How do you eat?.. [Mr. Puzzle] [🌿🍓] - Smg4? Everything okay? Should I be worried about your wound next to your eye? <:( [Smg4] [🖤💬] -...good luck to Smg3..”

[Oh God it's like so Canon it's not funny anymore.]

35. “Okay I need to know based on that thing Puzzles said with having a mouth. Does mutherfucker even have organs? :^”

[Headcanon]

36. “Mr Puzzles, I have a question. What will you do if your plan of your failed?”

[Scarily Canon]

37. “Hello Mr puzzles”

[Uh Not Canon.]

38. “First time asking so, smg3 your deserve a hug and no one hates or ignores you. I know four is trying to find you as we speak. don't forget that. also, Mr.Puzzle, LET SMG3 GO, HE IS SO DONE WITH YOUR PLASMA TV HEAD ASS.”

[Haha Canon]

39. “Hey SMG4 are you okay so who you other friend 3”

[Canon for Important Reasons]

40. “What if my Traumatized!SMG3 AU 3 and 4 met your 3 and Mr Puzzles? (my 4 would be prolly mad at Mr Puzzles, and my 3 will looks scared, meanwhile my 4 and 3 give your 3 a hug for the pain he has been through :<) (fours on the left side of Meggy, three's on the right side)”

[Not Canon]

41. “Love your AU and Love everything about it!Questions for Three and Tari Three. When did your shop close down and do you regret the argument? And Tari. Does Clench know about what’s been going on? And does Meggy get trigger when someone say “One Shot Wren”?”

[Last Question is Canon]

42. “Why do you hate mickey so much??? What'd bro do”

[Uh… Not Canon because I said so.]

43. “Okay I'm FINALLY going to deliver on those questions now! >:3 Meggy and Tari, what's your favorite thing about one another and how did everyone react to you guys dating? :0 Mario and Luigi, how is everything with you guys? Up to any new adventures or crazy hijinks? (( i'm worried all at once is a bit much so imma split it into another ))”

[Canon for Creating a Timeline]

44. “Hey SMG3, what the plan now? taking into account the last time you were put in here it seems pretty straight forward to although not nearly as fun having no company for it =-=' Hee hee SMG4 has a crrruuusssh~ >;pp awww it's okay Micheal, I'm not a human either! I'm an ai in a cute little shell ^w^ I think it's super cool that you aren't human too :) OOOO are we giving Mr. Puzzles gifts now? If so..... sticker attaaack! The little bunny robot has placed 5 star stickers across his suit in an attempt to mimic his 5 stars from awhile ago. There, back where they rightfully belong!~ Oh yeah, as a viewer, is there anyway we can help you Mr. Puzzles? :0”

[Canon as it is what happens right before the end of the flashback in Chapter 4]

-Ask Change in Script Part 2-

(500 700 Follower Special)

1. “Smg4, what ya think about smg3?”

[Canon but also my Headcanon of SMG4’s feelings of SMG3]

2. “Hey SMG4! Besides the scars, have you gotten any other problems from what happened to you? Like joint pain or something like that?”

[Very Canon]

3. “AAAHH HI!!! YOUR AUS ARE SO COOL IM SO NORMALLLL!!! /silly Anyways, I had a question for Melony! How did you react to SMG4's new scars? Were they a shock? Did you feel bad? And for SMG4! (You don't have to do this one if you don't want to eheheh ❤️) How would you react if someone shared the same scars as you? Down to the positioning and everything? Once again, your AU IS SO COOL DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP JUMPSCARING ME BY LIKING MY POSTS MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE BACK-TO-BACK HEART ATTACKS!!! /silly /j”

[Ha Ha Ha Ouch Canon]

4. “hey mario, hey luigi, what was it like the first day 4 was staying with you?”

[So Funnily Canon]

5. “Hey Meggy!! What kind of date do you and Tari like best?”

[Aweeee aren't they bloody adorable!]

6. “Hey Bob and Boopkins, what's been going on with y'all? I feel like we haven't heard from either of you guys about anything, yet. (Though, I could be wrong and just haven't been keeping up 😅)”

[Bullying Boopkins will always be Canon]

7. “To SMG4, I know you want to tell a certain “someone” about how you truly feel about them (something I call “shy love”) and I just want to know; what was the moment that you realized that you have feelings for this “som3one”? And if so, you better tell them how you truly feel whenever you are with them the next time you see th3m.”

[Canon feelings Four has towards SMG3 sad edition]

8. “☆- Hello this is the first time asking here -☆But anyway I have some stuff to say For Michealscorner: ☆- I love the AU you did the art, the Gmod and like RAHHH IS SO COOL I LOVE EVRY WORK YOU DID!! -☆ and who knows one day you'll get 700 follows to 1,000 or more! For SMG4: ☆- If you have time you should check on SMG3, because who knows if something happened to him?... -☆ ☆- That's all I have to say bye! -☆”

[Very kind but also last question is Canon and Sus]

9. “Finally I can ask the gang! >:3 - Car Car :3 Question one: [To SMG4] Have you keeping in touch with SMG 1 & 2? Question 2: [To Meggy] have you and your gf been? Question 3: [To Mario] Here a spaghetti 🍝 (it totally not spicy 😈) Question 4: [To bob & boopkins] I have not seen you guys in awhile how have you two been?”

[All Canon… especially Mario. L on him.]

10. “I have a question for Eggdog, What do you think of Smg4? Is there anything you do or don't like about him? (I love this story so much! It's really good! Nice work, dude!)”

[Canon in how Eggdog feels about our dear Four]

11. “hay smg4 are you ok buddy I last saw you allmost having a panic attack here barow my hurshy I named him after my lest favorite candy(when I was 2) ive had him ever sens i was a baby I'm 12 now but you need it for a little bit here you go(don't mind that I'm in my stich pj's/Halloween costume)”

[Heh heh He's totally fine guys.]

12. “Question for whomever wants to answer it....is anyone watching over the meme graveyard???”

[Canon to Change in Script Lore and status of Internet Graveyard]

13. “For smg4, I don’t know if anyone has asked this, but what video was 3 gonna help you with? And did you ask him to, or did he offer?”

[Where this AU takes place in the story to Canon SMG4!]

14. “Hey uhh, SMG4, Does Eggdog miss SMG3? Just asking. (Also I love you guys!!! ❤️❤️❤️)”

[Poor Eggdog… Where is his papa?]

15. “Eggdog you gotta look for your Papa you gotta sniff him out he’s in trouble!!”

[You guys trying to get two people to go missing?]

16. “Hello!! I wanna say congrats on your 700 follower and thank you for this amazing AU! I’m a huge fan!! Two Question for SMG4, is Eggdog near you? If so, how is he? And how long has it been since Three..vanish or something?”

[Seems like it's finally piecing together that something is wrong…]

17. “rip Smg4 and Smg3 happy ending”

[Can't have an omelet without breaking a few eggs.]

18. “Heya! Question for 4! Have you ever thought about if you're in love with 3? If so can you tell us the conclusion you came to about it? Are/were you in love with him?”

[Even Eggdog is done with SMG4's pining for his papa]

19. “So MR. Puzzles what are your intentions with 3? + Why won’t you let him shave/shower? I can tell through the screen that he needs it desperately! To 4: you OK man you seem sad? ”

[Canon]

20. “hay smg4 can I hug you? meggy hug's? tari hugs? the crew hug's? *my days are stresd for me school is a bitch*”

[Not Canon but it's fucking adorable]

21. “For Smg4 Before you're getting scars, Hows your relationships with your friends has changed?”

[Canon for Lore Reasons and Showing Character Relationships]

22. “smg6 has a little question.. “To SMG4.. Hiii!! We didn’t meet before and I wanna ask.. How do you treat your scars? I’m just wondering because we basically have the same ones..”

[Canon, Not every medication will work the same on everyone.]

23. “*i n s e r t. q u e s t i o n. h e r e* (Ok now seriously) 1: how tf are you SO GOOD AT ART 2: bread •w• (ok no) 3: is there gonna be a chapter 6/7?”

[Fun IRL lore about me and also the future of Change in Script]

24. “Question to eggdog: Who is better? Mario or smg4?”

[I don't think there was much of a competition here.]

25. “eggdogg : who is taking caare of u?, Meggy : opnion on leggy?.. SMG4 ; as smg3 is no where to be found, how ur training?????”

[Canon]

26. “how would the smg4 crew feel if they had a venom symbiote?”

[Not Canon but it is how everyone would react. And of course Bob being Bob.]

27. “*I walk up to smg4 with a black eye and holding back tars* can I have a hug?”

[Not Canon but it's something soft to look at.]

28. “Do Eggdog and Eggcat get along? :3”

[No but maybe someday-]

29. “So Four, do you ever miss Snowtrapped? Ever wish you could recreate it in modern times?~”

[Y'all really want SnowTrapped 2 Electric Boogaloo huh?]

30. “Meggy do you miss being a squid?”

[Canon]

31. “how would each sit in a sofa?????????”

[Honestly just how I imagine everyone would sit]

32. “To Smg4 How would you react if 3 suddenly passed away? (Love this story so much)”

[Pretty Insensitive to Ask at Such a Time]

33. “(HIYA DUDE, I'M HERE AGAIN LOL, I WILL BE DOING MORE STUFF FOR YOU SO KEEP AN EYE OUT :D) Hey SMG4, has SMG3 ever tried to impress you in some way? being silly or serious? just like in general? I would ike to know because knowing him he has- I hope you have a good day my favourite blue goober (and you Micheal hehe)”

[He Seems Tired…]

34. “Curious how everyone reacts to this: EGG JUMPSCARE 🥚”

[It's a bird! It's a plane! Oh wait no it's just an… egg????]

35. “hay smg4 ya need a hug it seems you been stresd...idk....”

[Just give him a minute.]

36. “I know this isn’t an ask but whatever~ JK- My blueberry boy ( smg4 ) I’ll give you this Cinnamoroll plushie to feel better and keep you some company!It’s alive- so better treat him well or he will steal your memes at night! ( He likes hugs and don’t let Beeg bite him-)”

[How sweet! Cinnamoroll will be the same as Eglantine and appear in future Asks with SMG4!]

37. “Hey, I have a question for the cute puppy eggdog. What happened to your owner? You still don't know where he is? or ... Are you worried for the crew?”

[He wishes he could look for his Papa]

38. “Hey 4! How did you handle the scars in the beginning? Was it hard for you mentally?”

[Guilt…]

39. “What's everyone's reactions to Mr. Puzzles fans? The thirsty ones I mean.”

[Ew /J]

40. “for smg4 and eggdog, who’s been taking care of eggdog since 3’s been gone? (Smg4 being asked since I don’t think eggdog can talk)”

[Everyone contributes!]

41. “Four. Have you considered… where you might end up if… say, you… didn’t have this cool and epic support system? Like howww a certain TV man… doesn’t have a support system? At all?”

[Do you enjoy this?...]

42. “Hey Bob, I just wanted to let you know that everyone should love and appreciate you for the terrible and amazing person you are! How would you react if I told you that SMG4 and SMG3 are going through a whole enemies-to-lovers arc? Not saying that they are though! Or are they? Just kidding! Or am I? Just kidding! Or am- *explodes* Also Micheal if you feel like you struggle with answering asks because of things coming up... know that I found that incredibly relatable. Keep up the good work!”

[Guess Bob and Boopkins know now!]

43. “for smg3: would you rather kiss smg4 or get your search history leaked to the internet? (hehehe I’m so evil😈)”

[Well then…]

44. “This is an urgent message to SMG4: Mr. Puzzles has taken SMG3 hostage and forced him to open his Guardian Pod!!”

[Too Late…]

#smg4 #smg4 fanart #change in script #ask change in script #ask creator of change in script #master post #Canon or not

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snowysosturn · 10 months ago

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Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 12

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, tension, angst

The silence in my apartment made me spiral after Alex stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I replayed our argument over and over, each word cutting deeper. How did we get here? I’d spent the last month caring for him, rearranging my life to cater to him. Now, he was off to Barcelona with Emily, leaving me to pick up the pieces. A bitter laugh escaped me. Of course, he chose her over me. I couldn't even spend our last night together before his trip.

I angrily wiped away tears, trying to suppress the rising wave of emotions. It wasn't just the argument with Alex that hurt, it was everything else too. Matt’s silence since the fight, the confusion about what almost happened between us, and the sinking feeling that maybe I wasn’t enough. Not for Alex, not for anyone.

Curling up on the couch, the apartment felt empty and cold. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Now there was nothing to distract me from the growing loneliness. My phone buzzed, and my heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Alex with an apology. But it was Nick. Surprised, I hesitated before opening the message.

"Hey, are you okay? I heard Alex is staying here tonight.. Do you want to hang out?"

I hadn’t realized how much I needed someone to reach out until I saw Nick’s message. I was grateful for the reach out. I quickly replied, "I’d really like that. I can order you an Uber?"

His response came instantly. "Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks."

As I waited for Nick to arrive, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I hadn’t expected to hear from him, let alone tonight. The last time I saw Nick was the same night I last saw Matt, and now that he was coming over, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But one thing was clear - I was grateful someone cared enough to check on me, even if it wasn’t the person I had hoped for.

When Nick arrived, his soft smile and warm greeting were comforting. “Hey girl” he said, his voice soothing. We sat on the couch, and after a brief silence, he said, “I’m really sorry about everything that’s been going on.”

“Everything’s just a mess, you know? I’ve been trying so hard to make things work with Alex, but it feels like I’m the only one who cares. And now he’s off to Barcelona with Emily, and I’m just.. here.”

Nick nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. It’s not fair that he left like that, especially after everything you’ve done for him, but don’t worry we’re making sure you’re busyyyyy while he’s away.”

I smirked at his last comment, I could really use more time out of the house. “I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. Why does it feel like I’m never enough?”

“You’re not doing anything wrong.” Nick said firmly. “Alex is the one who’s screwing up, not you. You’ve been bending over backward for him, and he’s just taking you for granted.”

His words hit me hard, and I had to look away, blinking back tears. “It just hurts, you know? I’ve given so much, and it feels like he doesn’t even care. I just feel so lonely.”

Nick placed a comforting hand on my arm. “You deserve better than that, Y/n. You deserve someone who actually appreciates everything you do. Maybe it's time to end things with him?”

No one had ever said those words to me before, so it came as a shock. “Maybe.. But thank you, Nick. It means a lot.”

We talked for a while, gossiped and watched some episodes of RuPaul’s Drag Race and slowly, the weight of the evening lifted.

Matt’s POV

The next morning, the blaring jingle of my alarm pulled me from a restless sleep. I quietly got dressed, trying not to wake Emily, who was sprawled across the bed, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my head.

Once I was ready, I nudged Emily gently. “Hey, we need to get going soon if you want to make your flight.”

She groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “Just five more minutes…”

“Emily, come on” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “You’re gonna miss your flight if you don’t get up.”

“Ughhh, fine.” she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looked at me through half open eyes, clearly not a morning person. “Why do these flights have to be so early?”

I didn’t answer, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference. I grabbed her suitcase to carry it downstairs and started wheeling it towards the door. Alex was already waiting, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked just as groggy as Emily, but there was a tension in his jaw that told me he hadn’t forgotten our argument. I knew better than to bring it up again.

The car ride to the airport was quiet, filled with the sound of Emily typing away on her phone. She showed me pictures of clubs and bars she wanted to visit in Barcelona, but my mind was elsewhere.

“Do you know anyone in Barcelona?” Emily asked suddenly. “Maybe you could get us into some VIP sections or something?”

“Emily, I’m just a YouTuber. Who the fuck would I know out in Barcelona?”

She pouted slightly, disappointed. “Oh, come on, you must know someone. Doesn’t everyone in LA have some kind of connection?”

“Not really my scene, Em..” I replied, focusing on the road.

We pulled up to the airport, the morning sun just starting to peak over the horizon. I parked the car and helped them with their bags. The airport buzzed with people rushing to catch flights.

I gave Emily a kiss goodbye as Alex walked to check in. “See you in 10 days, don't miss me too much! I love you!” Emily said, looking over her shoulder as she walked toward Alex.

“Have a great time Em, love you too.” I lingered by the entrance, watching them navigate the crowd together. Emily clung to Alex’s arm, talking animatedly about something. Alex seemed more interested in getting their bags through. I felt a strange emptiness in my chest. The argument with Alex, the tension between us, and now this.. something had to change. But I wasn’t sure what or how.

I drove back home, the sun now fully up. The roads weren't clear anymore, and neither was my mind. The silence in the car was deafening, and for the first time in a long while, I wished Emily was here with me, chatting away about something meaningless purely to take my mind off everything.

My mind was a mess of thoughts, always circling back to Nick and Y/n. I couldn’t get over the fact that Nick had gone to her place last night. Why did she call an Uber for him? Was she avoiding me? I know I hadn’t been in touch with her but It wasn’t intentional, things got so complicated. But maybe that was just an excuse. I was scared.. scared of what might happen if I did see her again.

A notification popped up on my dashboard screen, snapping me out of my thoughts. A message from Nick: “Can you come pick me up from Y/n’s?”

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her name. I made Siri send a quick response, “On my way!”

The drive to Y/n’s apartment was short, but it felt like forever. My mind raced with questions. Was I going to see her?

When I finally pulled up outside her building, my heart was pounding. I scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but there was no sign of her car that's usually parked in the same spot. I parked up, texting Nick to let him know I was outside and waited.

After a few minutes, Nick emerged, smiling as he spotted my car. I couldn’t help the wave of disappointment when I realized Y/n wasn’t with him to show him out. Nick got in, buckling his seatbelt.

“Morning” he greeted.

“Morning,” I replied. “Where’s Y/n?”

“Oh she went to work hours ago.” Nick explained. “She told me I could stay as long as I wanted when she left, she just put the door on auto lock so it would close properly behind me.”

Nick kept up a steady string of conversation on the drive home, mostly talking about how nice it was to hang out with Y/n last night. I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her. What if she was mad at me? What if she regretted almost kissing me? Did she even mention me at all? The uncertainty was eating me alive.

Nick must have noticed my silence. “You okay, Matt? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess, from being up so early..”

Nick didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he leaned back and let the music fill the car, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

By the time we got back to the house, I was exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. The weight of everything that had happened over the past few weeks was hitting me, and I knew I couldn’t keep ignoring it. But right now, all I wanted was to crawl back into bed and shut the world out, even if just for a little while.

Y/n’s POV

The blaring sound of my alarm clock pulled me out of the depths of a short sleep. Nick and I were laughing so much last night that it ended up being very late getting to bed. I groaned, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I rolled out of bed. Today was the last of my early morning shifts at Target, and the thought of returning to a normal schedule next week was the only thing keeping me going.

These early shifts had been isolating, to say the least. It felt like everyone else was living their lives in a different time zone, and I was drifting in a space where no one else existed. Even Jess, who used to be my go to for venting about the monotony of day to day life, had been absent. We hadn’t seen or heard from each other since the night of Alex’s fight either. Opposite shifts had kept us apart, and I missed her more than I realized.

By the time my shift ended, I felt drained, not just from the physical exhaustion, but from the emotional toll everything had taken on me. I checked my phone as I walked out of the store, blinking against the harsh daylight. There was a text from Alex. Hesitating for a moment, I finally opened it.

“I’m sorry about last night. I know I’ve been a lot to deal with lately. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough because you are. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I love you.”

Reading his apology didn’t bring the comfort it might have once. Instead, it felt like another weight added on, making it harder to breathe. I realized, in that moment, that I was done. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. But admitting it to myself and actually going through with ending things with Alex were two very different things. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to face that yet. Not now, not with everything else piling up around me.

I typed out a quick response, keeping it brief. “Okay. Have a safe flight. Love you too.”

Moments later, another message from Alex popped up. “Thanks. Can you keep an eye on my email while I’m gone? Still waiting to hear from the board about their decision.”

My heart sank. I completely forgot the internal investigation after the fight had weighed heavily on him, and me by extension. The Bruins management had mentioned the possibility of a suspension or even stripping away his captaincy, a thought that had left him in a state of constant anxiety. I’d been there for him through it all, yet it seemed like no matter what I did, it was never enough to pull him out of his own head.

When I finally got home, the only thing I wanted was to collapse into bed. The thought of being awake and overthinking was too much to bear, and I let myself fall into the comfort of my blankets and I drifted into a fitful sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. I felt disoriented, my mind still tangled in the remnants of dreams I couldn’t remember. The apartment was silent, and the loneliness hit me harder than I expected. I’d grown used to having someone around, even if that someone was Alex, with all his faults and shortcomings. But last night, when Nick had stayed over, it had been different. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the emptiness feel less suffocating.

But it made me realise how much I missed Matt. The way he’d disappeared from my life so suddenly had left a void that no one else could fill. Even having Nick around hadn’t been enough to keep me from thinking about Matt. The connection we’d shared, brief as it was, had been real. I could still feel the electricity from that almost kiss, the tension that had hung between us like a charged wire.

In a moment of weakness, I found myself reaching for my phone. I wondered what Matt was doing right now. Did he ever think about me? Did he miss me as much as I missed him? My thumb hovered over the Youtube search bar, a reckless idea forming in my mind.

The Sturniolo Triplets.

It didn’t take long to find their YouTube channel. My heart raced as I clicked on the first video that caught my eye, the familiar sound of Matt’s voice filling the room. As the video played, I felt a strange sense of comfort wash over me. This was probably the closest I’d get to him again, watching him through a screen, pretending he was still a part of my life.

But as much as I tried to lose myself in the videos, the loneliness crept back in. The emptiness that Matt’s absence had left was still there, refusing to be ignored. Just as I was about to close the app, my phone buzzed with a new message.

Nick 💜: “Want to hit Topgolf in a bit? One of our friends from Boston is here. We can pick you up on the way.”

We? who was we?

a/n: okay kind of a filler chapter buuuuut maybe just maybe a certain two people reunite in the next chapter

taglist : @muwapsturniolo @anitahunt @sturnfannn @jayde510 @chrissfavhoe @babyalliah-777 @v33angel @urmom69lol @willowrites @ribread03 @2muchofaslvt @sturnsaver @sleepysturniolo @jcsturniolo11 @jessie-essie @hoeforchrizz @mynbbys @sturniolopanini @mattsturnxoxo @delicatechrry @t77te @sturnsyaper69 @hotdismylife @maggot3647 @ivysturnss @noplaceissafeanymore @mattssgf @yourfavsturniologirl @maethem0nth @sillyponygrl @mattyblover07 @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut @dominicfikeenthusiast @mattsfavbigtitties @ncm9696

#snowy speaks #speeding car #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader

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phannie-elvis · 5 days ago

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Phannie Census Update #3 (My Favorite Write-ins)

Phwoah dads, handing it over to the mod again!

Hi! As I said in my last update, Dan and Phil are right, we really are funnier than them lol. Reading all the write-in responses made me laugh so much, so I figured I should share some of my favorites. (If any of these are yours and you don't want them shared, just send me a message or an ask and I'll take it off the list!)

Total responses as of 3:00 PM 6/22/25: 1686!

(Questions 1 and 2 did not have write-in options)

3. What's your sexual/romantic orientation?

"Idk man i just work here", "🤷"

4. What's your gender?

"I am my own being that just looks cool as fuck", "formless blob" (can't believe I didn't think to include that as an option lol), "I’m whatever gender makes the joke land (in this case I am an evil mix of woman and man >:3)"

(Also, the google form is annoying for this one and only lets me see about half of the write-in responses, so sorry if you wrote something really funny and I didn't see it!)

5. What's your gender identity?

"confusing", ""cis" but specifically with the quotation marks", "Uuuuuuhhhhh", "None gender left beef", "¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

6. What was your assigned gender at birth?

"Italian", "Sadly they told me i was a female so oops they messed up", "MALE I SWEAR!!!! !111!!1! (lol female)"

7. What's your race/ethnicity?

"Unfortunately very white:-("

8. What's your age?

"69 joke im 18", "Gay"

(Questions 9 and 10 did not have write-in options)

11. Which of the 4 Gs of the Dan and Phil demographic are you?

"Gamers", "Girlfail", "Bisexual Communist Formless Blob 😂", also shout out to all the people who said they were girlies in vibes/for the joke even though they weren't actual girls

12. Did Dan make you trans/question your gender?

"HE MADE ME QUESTION IT ALL SO YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES", "Honestly no, but it's funny so I pretend like it was him", "yes he made me trans and my name is dan now lol"

(Question 13 had a write-in option, but none of the responses were really funny since it was just asking what year you joined the phandom. Questions 14 and 15 did not have a write-in option.)

16. Are you a dannie or a phillie? (with nuance)

"Currently a Phillie. It's 4AM, I have no nuances to give. Brain no work!!", "Golden piggie", "phil lester's mind is so beautiful i want to swim in it", "dan howell infests my brain like a little parasite", "please do no separate", "Porque no los dos, my comrade", "I vacillate back and forth so frequently im vibrating", "Im a child of phivorce who cannot choose which parent to go with :(",

(I also can't see all the responses for this one so apologies if you wrote something really funny and I didn't see it. One from memory that I can no longer see was: "Phillie born, phillie bred, and when I die, I'll be PHILLIE DEAD").

17. Are you some kind of mentally ill/neurodivergent?

"No im just simply a slaying human being (i am diagnosed mentally ill)", "Yes, not diagnosed but my therapist looks at me with concern", "yes. but o would like to undiagnosed and just be manic pixie dream girl pls :p", "Who really knows atp", "Never diagnosed but something ain’t right upstairs"

18. Specifically, are you autistic?

"Im dyspraxix autism and adhds love child", "prooobably?", "Probably but I have a job so I can’t worry about that right now", "not assessed but my doctor said i should be so like schrödinger’s autism"

19. If you identify as transmasc, do you consider Dan or Phil to be gender goals?

"Both merged into one big gay ball", "white boys? no", "I do not aspire to twinkdom but they are cute boys", "sister daniel I'm sORRY", "I would kill innocent people to have dan's profile"

20. What's your political orientation?

"Strict Doofenshmirtz politics. Whatever allows me to be a gay supervillain", "the gay one", "Oh god the world is burning"

21. Which is better, phyuri or phaoi?

"HOW DARE THY ASK ME TO PICK ONE THY IS EXTREMLY RUDE THY SHALL NOT EVER ASK ME TO PICK ONE AGAIN" (I would like to point out that "How dare you ask me to pick one?" was in fact an option, but this person felt so strongly that they felt the need to clarify beyond that lol), "um gulp??"

22. Are you a furry?

"currently going down the pipeline but not quite there yet", "I have rabbit tendencies….", "I wish but im broke and need to develop my art skills ill call myself a furry in training"

23. Do you think Sister Daniel is hot?

"UHM DO I HELL YEAH I DO THERE ONE SEXY MOTHERFUCKER", "So hot she needs a longer answer", "Sister Daniel is my gay awakening", "Once k get over religious trauma Yes", "she has the exact same mannerisms as my sister and it makes me wildly uncomfortable" (yikes sorry that is unfortunate), "Too asexual and too repulsed by the catholic church to really have any opinion tbh", "my boyfriend (catholic) loves her 😔", "Queer joy is death by sister daniel", "AWOOOOOOGAHUMMINAHUMMINA CARCRASH"

Also final shout out to the person who put the repeating "Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy." joke for every single write-in. It did make me laugh at first, even if it eventually got annoying (not that annoying though, no hard feelings), but I'm sure you had fun doing it lol.

Next week: I'll share what I'm planning for my full analysis! I'm probably going to stay away from complicated statistical tests that can help make generalizations about the population of phannies, since I don't know how well this spread beyond my normal circle of people on tumblr, but I'll share the questions I'm aiming to answer so far and my methods. If you have any other questions you think I could answer with the data, feel free to leave a reply on this update or next week's and I'll see if I can answer it in my final analysis!

Athankyouverymuch everyone!

#phannie elvis #phelvis #phannie census 2025 #phan #dan and phil #dnp #dip and pip #daniel howell #phil lester #dan howell #phandom #amazing phil #dnpgames #danisnotonfire

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lin-sterling · 2 months ago

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DRIP POST 2: the remake of the sequel

so... I think there might be something wrong with me. but after another unhinged day of... whatever this is, I feel the outfits and screenshots are better

the version of this post with links to outfits

new format - Henry gets the whole post to himself, Pebbles gets the reblog

Black Knight v1, cuirass inside

this is MY HENRY, iconic outfit, never gonna give you up never gonna let you down

2. Black Knight v2, cuirass outside

both versions of black knight use italian bascinet but I have a mod that hides it in dialogues and cutscenes most of the time so taking shots w/o helmet seemed more true to form

3. Guardian Angel

my Henry doesn't usually go for white or silver, he's black&gold kind of guy, but I decided we need one outfit

4. Trosky Traveller (before the waspening)

not fully happy with this outfit but it's already err a historical one, I've already gone through Trosky wearing it so I won't retcon it haha

5. THE WASPENING

same shit here, it's a piece of my playthrough history now. weird, bright yellow history

6. Leipa Simp

and now I make new history

7. Bluebell

wasn't expecting this one, it just sort of happened and I weirdly like it

8. Shifty Fella

is he trying to steal your wallet? is his back hurting? why not both!

9. Horse Thief

up to no good this guy. steal your heart, steal your horse, get 60 groschen for his trouble... wait, horse industry is a scam!

10. Armed and Armoured Robbery

can't shoot straight because he's on his way to bisexual awakening

11. Mushroom Enthusiast

those mushrooms won't gather themselves, you know! *cronch*

12. Falconer

all hail the birbs

13. Noble Bastard

when you need something fancy but not too difficult to pull off

14. Night Reader

casual comfy outfit with optional reading glasses. read a nice book at 3 am and watch your boyfriend as he sleeps!

15. Dubious Doctor

impersonating a medical professional during "Fifth Commandment"

16. Reverse Ball and Chain

when you miss a fucker so much you start wearing his colours. except the yellow gambeson you've found had aggressively magenta belts and you had to reverse the order of colours. I figured clown shoes were appropriate in this situation

17. That Mine Is Mine

impersonating a rich fuck during "Via Argentum". rich people wear golden armour, right?

18. Red Wedding

this wedding also ended in a bloody mess

19. Nostalgic

kcd1 starting outfit colours but now Henry can afford better clothes

20. Dandelion Dance

what a surprise, more yellow shit

that concludes Henry's part (for now, at least), Pebbles is in the reblog

mods used:

Henry and Hans Edits

Refined Garments

Outer Garments

Boring Black Swords

Custom Clothing and Armor

Alluring Wreath Recolor (and Fix)

More flower wreaths

Reshaped Cuirasses and Waffenrocks

A Pebbles Compendium

and here's the first Drip Post (the actual first one, not the electric boogaloo I'm currently remaking) if you're interested. I feel like I've grown a lot since then as a fashionista and as screenshot taker lol

#kingdom come deliverance #kingdom come deliverance 2 #kcd2 #kcd2 screenshots #henry of skalitz #jindřich ze skalice #sterling screenshots #medieval dress-up #drip #pretend I didn't post almost the same thing like 3 days ago #humour me #fashion is my passion #i'm unhinged #fewer hinges every day #sterling drips

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It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 8

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

Ava had her headphones in, humming offbeat and unbothered as she scrolled through TikTok beside you, legs kicked up on the desk like she owned the place. You glanced over and nudged her foot with a half-hearted glare.

“Feet off, rat.”

She shot you a smug smile. “You love me.”

“Debatable.”

You leaned back in your spin chair, phone in hand, eyes glazing over as you scrolled through your emails and DMs—searching for a decent makeup gig that didn’t involve shitty lighting and influencers who thought blending was a government conspiracy.

You were tired. Still a little dazed. Still trying not to replay the events from two nights ago like some pornographic fever dream.

Chris. His mouth. The things he said.

The way he didn’t kiss you.

It was burned into your brain like a tattoo you hadn’t asked for.

You were about to give up the search entirely when you heard it—your name.

Not just spoken. Called.

“Y/N!”

You turned.

Ava followed your line of sight and gasped so dramatically it almost made you laugh.

Chris.

In all his tall, tatted, casually smug glory—hands in his hoodie pockets, curls messy, smirk already forming like he knew exactly what he was doing just by being here.

Ava turned to you with wide eyes and then immediately got up and walked toward him like a moth to a very hot, very blunt-smoking flame.

“You’re Chris,” she said, squinting at him like she was doing a full background check. “Like the Chris.”

He blinked. “I think so?”

“You’re the tattoo guy who won’t leave my sister alone.”

Chris laughed. Actually laughed.

You stayed sitting, watching this absolute fever dream unfold as Ava began interrogating him with more energy than she's had all day.

“Are you, like, her boyfriend or something?” she asked, chin tilted in challenge.

Chris shook his head, still smiling. “Nah. I think she’s allergic to boyfriends.”

“Good,” Ava said, satisfied. “She deserves someone cooler anyway.”

“I’m cool.”

“Name three reasons.”

Chris actually thought about it.

“I have good taste in shoes. I have good music taste. And,” he pointed at her with a raised brow, “I’m taking you both for ice cream because I’m bored and my brothers are fucking annoying.”

You crossed your arms. “You don’t have any friends?”

“Why do you think I’m here?” Chris replied, not missing a beat. “You’re my last option.”

You snorted. “Flattering.”

He grinned wider. “Come on, you’re already bored.”

And, honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

⸻

You, Chris, and Ava ended up at the sketchy-looking ice cream spot with the best reviews in town.

Ava and Chris were on another planet.

Bonding over Breaking Bad like it was their religion.

“Wait, you think Jesse was hotter than Walt?” Chris asked, scandalized as he took a spoon full of his ice cream. “He was literally dumb as fuck.”

“He was sweet!” Ava defended. “And tragic! You don’t understand. You’re too busy romanticizing trauma.”

You nearly choked on your spoon.

Chris tilted his head at her. “Okay, therapist.”

“You’re not denying it.”

He turned to you. “She’s evil.”

“She’s sixteen.”

“Exactly.”

You watched them like it was a movie. Ava all animated and passionate. Chris leaned in, actually listening, arguing back with a stupid grin.

The same mouth that made you a shaking mess just two nights ago… now covered in vanilla ice cream and arguing about character arcs with your little sister.

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or scream.

By the time he dropped you both back home, Ava was riding a sugar high and ranting about fan fics. God was she bold.

Chris parked and waited until she got out, turning the engine off but not unlocking your side.

You looked at him. “You’re kidnapping me?”

He ignored that. “Stay for a sec.”

You blinked, but didn’t move to get out. “Okay…”

He rubbed the back of his neck like he was unsure how to say it. “Nick and I were talking. Our brother Justin—he owns the shop out in Boston. He’s doing this bigger gig out there. Photoshoot, promo. Ink mag might be covering it.”

You raised a brow. “Okay…”

“He wants someone on set for makeup. And Nick said you were the only one who didn’t piss everyone off.”

You let out a soft laugh.

Chris looked at you fully now. “You’d be paid double. We already have hotel rooms booked, it’s two nights max. Me, Nick, Matt—we’re all going. You’d just be staying in the same hotel, not our room or anything.”

“Unless I ask nicely?” you joked.

Chris smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”

You bit your lip, debating it. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said. “Just figured… I don’t know, maybe you could use a little break.”

Something about the way he said that made your heart flutter.

You looked down at your lap for a beat, then nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah. I’m in.”

Chris visibly relaxed. “Cool. I’ll text you the time.”

“You don’t have my number.”

“Then give it to me.”

You did.

And when you stepped out of his car and walked up to the front door, your heart was hammering all over again.

⸻

“Ava!” you yelled as you stepped through the front door, already kicking your shoes off. “Come here!”

She peeked her head out from the hallway. “Did we get robbed?”

You tossed your bag on the couch. “No. I got a job.”

She raised a brow. “And this is news why?”

“In Boston.”

Ava blinked. “Wait, what?”

You tried not to grin too hard. “Nick and Chris—well, technically their other brother Justin—owns a shop out there and they’re doing a photoshoot. They want me to be the makeup artist on set.”

Her eyes went wide. “Boston Boston? Like out-of-state Boston?”

You nodded. “They’re covering everything. Hotel, food, pay’s double.”

Her jaw dropped. “Oh my god—oh my god. You’re going on a road trip with him.”

You rolled your eyes. “And Nick. And Matt. It’s a gig.”

She ignored that entirely. “Do you have to kiss him this time? Like, for the sake of the story?”

You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her head. “I’m going for work, kid.”

Ava caught the pillow, laughing. “So when do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning,” you said, heading toward your room. “I should probably start packing.”

Ava followed behind, arms crossed and a sly smirk creeping across her face. “You’re so full of shit. You’re excited.”

You paused by your dresser, shooting her a look. “I’m excited to get out of here for a few days.”

“And maybe to see if Chris is gonna look at you like that again.”

You shoved open your drawer. “I’m gonna punch you.”

“You love me.”

You didn’t deny it.

And while Ava flopped onto your bed and started helping you pick outfits “just in case there’s a dinner or some mysterious hotel bar scene,” you tried not to think too hard about it.

You were going to Boston.

Without Ava.

With Chris.

And somehow, it didn’t terrify you like it should’ve.

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