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Break Time

Summary: (Y/N), another of Merlin’s apprentices, takes a little time to relax with Hisirdoux between chores and errands.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 335

A/N: yeah, this was just a dumb little oneshot i did of doux with my oc for fun. turned it into a gender neutral!reader and bang, here we are. i’ve never posted my writing on tumblr (or really anywhere) before, so i’m getting the hang of this formatting thing and, like, this whole deal in general. hope it’s passable, but if it’s not, hit me with some critiques dudes

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Soooo good!! This is a great comfort fic!!

Lullaby ~Luke P. imagine

Summary: *Fluff* Luke comes over and finds out his girlfriend hasn’t been getting sleep between school and working. He gives her just what she needs to fall asleep 

A/n: Luke and reader can touch each other in this so you can have it take place before he dies or that she’s a lifer that can see/touch him. Also, I hummed the lyrics to the beginning beat of “Unsaid Emily” and now im 👁👄👁

Requested by: @lukessimp​

Word Count: 909

The Saturday morning light shines through your bedroom window as you stay hunched over your desk. With your eyes peeled open, the pen in your hand continues to scribble against the worn-out notebook. 

“Property of density..” Your lips barely move as you mumble the definition, “No, no no… that’s the property of substance” 

Your eyes move up to your textbook as you try to find the correct wording for your notecard, silently cursing yourself for taking on a double science this semester. You let out a huff, setting down the pen and pushing the palms of your hands into your eye sockets. 

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beneath the moon. (sokka x reader) pt15

OH WOW okay so because i felt so bad about not updating this for…two weeks? this chapter is extra long. i’m talkin over 5,000 words long. it is also my apology for not updating in so long teehee!!! 

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“Friends get excited to see each other,” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I don’t know about you, Aang, but my friends don’t normally kiss me on the cheek when they see me.” Aang laughed as he steered Appa, but Sokka’s expression was less than exuberant. (Y/N) knocked her shoulder against his. “I’m just teasing,” She said lowly, so only Sokka would hear. “I think you guys-“

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Second Chances - Part 2 (Reggie x Reader)

(Part 1)

Pairing: Julie and the Phantoms - Reggie x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Reggie have been together for two wonderful, beautiful years. And then they both die. Bummer. But their afterlives offer them a second chance at their relationship and what they both love doing best - making music.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thank you so much on the love for part one! Part two honestly flew out of me y’all. The reunion ended up being longer than anticipated so I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged, feel free to send in requests, and as always thank you so much for reading! - Abbey xo

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“No way.” I gasped. “No freakin’ way.” 

It was the studio. Our studio. Where we had spent hours and hours as Sunset Curve, making music, laughing, living out our dreams. What the hell was I doing standing outside of it? How the hell was I standing outside of it? 

I startled as the door opened and a young girl walked out, maybe 16. She was looking over her shoulder and laughing before she turned and caught sight of me. She stopped in her tracks, raising her eyebrows.

“Um, hi?” she said. “Who are you?” She crossed her arms.

“Who am I? Who the hell are yo -” I started, my voice cutting off as a boy followed her out of the studio. “Luke?” I whispered, my voice breaking. And it was. There he was, Luke Patterson, my best friend, standing in the doorway of our studio and staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

“Wait, you can see them?” the girl asked, looking back and forth between Luke and I.

“Them?” I breathed, not daring to get my hopes up about who them could be. A loud laugh sounded as Alex stumbled out of the garage, stopping short as he saw me.

“Y/N?” he asked, stepping closer to me, looking like he had seen a ghost.

He had, but you know what I mean.

“Oh my god.” I sobbed. Luke. Alex. That meant - 

Time all but stopped as Reggie walked out of the studio. 

“Wait guys what are we looking at -” his voice trailed off as he saw me. “Oh my god.” he whispered, stepping past the boys and unknown girl and closer to me. “Y/N?” he asked, his voice choking as he stared at me in disbelief. The sound of my name coming from his mouth had me launching myself at him, sobbing.

“Reg. Oh my god, Reggie.” I cried as he caught me in his arms. I vaguely registered the sounds of Luke and Alex ushering the girl away, but I was too caught up in Reggie; his arms and feel and smell. I was overwhelmed by everything about him. “I’m so sorry baby. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said I’m sorry I love you I love you I love you -” I cried, hugging him tightly. His grip matched mine, as if we were both afraid that the other would disappear.

“Shh, baby. Shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” he whispered, pulling back to look at my face, brushing the tears from my cheeks even as tears flowed down his own. I stared at him, trying to drink all of him in as I gripped his arms. “How?” he asked, his voice breaking, looking at me in disbelief before smiling. 

“I don’t know.” I said, returning his smile as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine. “How are you here?” I asked, tracing the planes of his face with my fingers. 

“It’s a long story.” he chuckled, leaning into my touch. “But first, there is something that I’ve been desperately needing to do for 25 years.” he said, gripping my waist and pulling me closer as he leaned in.

Our lips met and I thought I was dying all over again. In a good way this time. Every inch of me felt like I was exploding, his lips moved against mine and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as his hands against my waist tightened. I wanted to get closer, needed to get closer to him. God, I would never get enough of him. This kiss reminded of our first one 27 years ago, full of fire and sparks and electricity -

“Wait.” I said, pulling back and breathing heavily, leaving Reggie with his eyes still closed and leaning forward, lips still slightly puckered. “Did you say twenty five years?”

“Uh, um, yeah, I did.” he said, still in a daze. His hand brushed my cheek lightly, as if to check that I was still real. “It’s - it’s a long story. That would probably be told better with the boys to help.” He leaned down to kiss me again, soft pecks this time. Once, twice, three times before he sighed, leaning his forehead against mine again. “You’re real.” he whispered, as if saying it too loudly would make me disappear. 

“I am.” I replied softly before smiling. “Or at least as real as a ghost can be.” He chuckled lightly. “Speaking of ghosts,” I said, turning away from Reggie to the direction I had heard the boys leaving. “You can come out now!” I called. I laughed as I heard whooping and cheering as Alex and Luke flew down the steps, the girl following them. 

“We were definitely listening.” Luke beamed as they came to a halt in front of me. I squeezed Reggie’s hand before letting go and stepping forward, taking a moment to stare at my two best friends. “Welcome home, Y/N.” Luke softly, still smiling at me. I laughed as I flung my arms around him, feeling his wrap around my waist tightly as he buried his face in my neck.

“It is very good to be here.” I replied, the smile on my face so wide my cheeks hurt. I heard a slight sniffle to the left of me and blindly reached out, grabbing the air until I made contact with Alex’s shirt. “Get your ass over here Alex.” I said, pulling his shirt and drawing him into the hug. We stood like that for a moment, holding each other, before I felt Reggie come up behind me and wrap his arms around me too. I breathed in as I gripped Luke and Alex, smiling as I was sandwiched in the middle of our group hug. A few more moments passed as we held each other, breathing each other in before Luke broke away and turned towards the girl. Alex briefly took over all the space in my arms, squeezing me tightly and kissing the top of my head before also letting go.

“It’s good to have you back, Y/N.” he whispered softly then stepped back. I felt Reggie’s arms slip around my waist again as he settled in behind me, and I leaned back into his embrace.

“Y/N,” Luke said proudly, grabbing my attention. “I’d like you to meet Julie.” He gestured to the girl who waved slightly at me and smiled. “Julie, I’d like you to meet the talented, the incredible, the coolest member of Sunset Curve and the greatest rhythm guitarist known to man; Y/N.” I laughed at his introduction, and Reggie leaned in to kiss my cheek, smiling.

“It’s true.” he whispered quietly in my ear.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Julie said, smiling at me before her brow furrowed slightly. She turned to Luke. “I thought you said that Trevor Wilson, or Bobby or whatever his real name is was your rhythm guitarist?”

Luke looked at me awkwardly, hesitating before replying. “Uh, yeah… he was. But Y/N was our guitarist before Bobby until Y/N had to leave -”. 

“Julie?” Someone called from up the top of the stairs, cutting Luke off. I jumped slightly, panicking. Reggie squeezed my waist in response. 

“It’s okay, it’s just Julie’s dad. He can’t see us. Or hear us. Julie is the only lifer who can.” I raised my eyebrows, turning slightly to face him properly.

“Oh, I have so many questions.” He smiled at me, kissing my temple and laughing slightly. 

“Trust me, I know.” he replied. 

“You talking to someone Julie?” her dad asked as he walked into view. Julie’s eyes widened as she not so subtly waved at us to go inside before turning to her dad.

“What? No! Of course not!” she replied, her voice way too high pitched to be considered normal. I snorted lightly at her inability to lie and she turned towards us again, eyes still wide and gestured with her head. 

“C’mon,” Reg said, pulling me in the direction of the studio, smiling. “We have got a lot of catching up to do.” 

To be continued! - Abbey xo

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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt9

hello and welcome back! thank you for ur patience! this is another over 5000 words one, so pls enjoy! feedback and sharing is loved and appreciated but not necessary!!

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“Have you talked to him at all since…?” Asami asked.

“Since I completely embarrassed myself at dinner the other night? No, I haven’t.” She situated herself in bed and turned over to look at her friends. “Do you think I should? I mean, it is odd that he just kissed me out of nowhere, right?”

“Mako’s not one to hold back when it comes to his feelings,” Korra said, and she and Asami exchanged a knowing smile.

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The Other Side of Hollywood

Part Four

Word Count: 6.3K+

Author’s Note: It’s the end of episode seven! The chemistry is real, the stakes are high, the secrets are being revealed. I went straight from writing Part Three into writing this, and I have a feeling I’ll start writing the next part immediately…

Thank you for reading the nonsense I write.

Warning: our ghoul bois get sad…

Part One here, Two here, and Three here. Masterlist here. Boom, let’s get into it.

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Y/N had spent almost all of her afterlife surrounded by grown-ups. It was by chance, of course, that she was the youngest one at the Hollywood Ghost Club, but until Willie showed up about ten years before, that’s just how it was. And while every night at the HGC was a party…

There was nothing quite like a high-school house party.

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Lost Time // Luke Patterson

Summary: Things changed since Sunset Curve fell apart literally as three out of four members died before a gig. Leaving a sad girl behind Luke by chance runs into the reader with someone else. Death tore the couple apart, and time can’t fix this.

Warning: Talk of death, depression, angst and fluff

Words: 2.2k

Might as well join the Julie and the Phantoms fan club!

*For the sake of the story the time frame has been altered, it takes place in the mid-2000s. Also! I tried to make the reader as generalized as I could to make sure that everyone can relate. The reader is Alex’s sister, for inclusion that can be biological, adopted, half or stepsiblings. I want to make sure all people can be the reader.

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The 1990s was definitely some of the best years of your life watching your brother grow more comfortable in his identity. Alex had kept his sexuality secret, taking the frustration of the secret by learning how to play the drums. You would often be found curled on the chair listening to his growing talent; Alex was a great brother.

Alex found friends in three local boys Reggie, Bobby and Luke, even a little more than friends with Luke briefly. By 1991 the boys had formed a band Sunset Curve with each other and a loyal fan in you. By mid-1994 the band had a fanbase and some gigs, but playing The Orpheum was the goal.

Luke had admitted to Alex, he had feelings for you, and with a lot of encouragement from Alex, he approached you. Luke had been focused on music since his parents gave him his first guitar, so relationships weren’t even on the backburner.

“Hey.” Luke spoke, pressing a kiss to your cheek backstage, “Missed you.”

His hair tickled your skin, bringing a bright smile from the teenage boy and a deep blush from you, private time wasn’t as often as it once had been. After Luke’s fallout with his parents a few months back, he had couch surfed between Reggie and Alex’s rooms; he wasn’t allowed in yours.

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Douxie Casperan: One shot

A/N: This is purely self indulgent, I thought the idea of Doux helping the reader out with the hair style of the 12th century would be super great! (In the time period it's basically anything you want goes, but they do have lots of adornments such as the ribbons meantioned!) Enjoy! :)

“Right well,” Douxie pressed his hands together, “It seems we should all go about our set tasks remaining inconspicuous, so we need to get some 12th century garbs."

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Claire looked towards Y/N, the whites of her eyes showing until at last their fingers grasped at air, ripped asunder under the scrutinizing eyes of these medieval women.

Y/N emerged from the rooms first, “These dresses are so long,” she growls hastily grabbing a fistful of the light cotton fabric stumbling at the utter disorientation. A drastic change of wardrobe.

Her head snaps up at the sound of more foot steps to be greeted with purple trailing up to an elaborate bodice and great puffy sleeves. Claire’s face is now upturned at the corners in a smile, “You look good. I like the sleeves.” Y/N nods her chin towards Claire to which she calls.

"I know!” Claire holds her arms out and does a spin. “Very nice!”

Claire hums with a nod looking over Y/N instead of purple it’s a saturated blue, but the bodice piece is still embroidered with the same fuchsia floss as Claire’s. Noticing this examination Y/N gives a playful curtesy. “Hmm.”

“Wait a minute,” she exclaims, “no fair you don’t have the sleeves!”

“Oh yeah,” with a shrug she chuckles, “they decided that my shoulders were too big for that.”

“Pft, you’d look great in these sleeves.” She replies waving a hand. “I suppose it’s handmaiden duty now. Good luck,” Claire flashes Y/N a nervous grin before exiting the door.

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Can’t believe I’m the help.” Y/N mutters pulling out the list of duties the fellow castle staff has given her.

Due to King Arthur’s new ban to the forest and the tension between the magical creatures and humans the staff has dwindled. And, unfortunately, it’s suspected that those running errands have been eaten by the Gumm-Gumms.

“Laundry, Mending, the Baker,” the list ends there, but as the staff assured there’d be plenty to do as a new set of hands as the day continued on.

Y/N continues walking, crossing the giant bridge stretching across the towers. The wind up there easily moves the ever so long dress and the previously unknotted tresses of hair.

Relishing in the warmth of the sun, basket in hand she closes her eyes to enjoy the felling of being up so high.

“I-hey! Ow.”

“Fuzz buckets, sorry love. Are you alright?”

Y/N turns, only to blink up at Douxie. No, it’s indeed the one with blue hair. However, the back is pulled into a man bun up top.

“Oh wow, I suppose that’s in?” Y/N asks tentatively eyes flashing up to the top of Douxies head before meeting his eyes.

“Uh,” he hesitates before answering, “Sure. But I can tell you that your hair situation is a mess.”

Y/N reaches up to grab a hold of some strands of hair, “No it isn’t!”

A defensive holler. Douxie sighs, “That isn’t-oh, for Merlins Sake.”

He grabs at the spare ribbon tied around your wrists, “That’s not what they’re for love.”

“It’s not?” An raised brow quickly kisses the other as it’s followed by an inquisitive puppy dog tilt of the head.

Douxie fidgets. He was not expecting that kind of unsolicited action out of you. Shifting his weight he responses.

“Care if I help you out with that then?” Arm extended back towards the direction he came from with a soft smile. Y/N nods, and trails him back to his room.

“Hold still, this is gonna take a few minutes,” Douxie hums taking out a comb and getting to work on prepping Y/N’s hair.

She sits upon the table quietly, hands placed behind her for support and ankles crossed off each other as she swings them slightly back and forth.

Y/N watches, Douxie’s eyes following the work he was doing with his hands. She can’t see what he’s doing but she can tell that there’s some type of braiding going on.

Douxie works quietly. He’s not shocked at how soft it is, it’s about as rich and luxurious as you’ve always claimed it to be.

He’s skilled at this. Knows exactly what he’s supposed to be doing even after centuries, after all he was born in this one.

“There, viola!” He exclaims, fingers working nimbly, “And a pretty bow to finish it off, for the lady.” Coming around Douxie steppes back with his arms crossed to inspect his work.

Y/N grinned running her hands along the texture, the silky ribbon intertwined and encasing pieces of hair in some manner. “Thank you,” she replies instinctively reaching to grab at a small lock of hair from the base of her neck, preceding to twirl and tug it.

“Anytime, now I have some time travel duties to attend to dear.” Douxie grins with a lopsided smirk.

“So do I, and I’m going to need to ask for your clothes,” she gestures towards the laundry basket on the other edge of the room.

“Why, If you wanted them, you just had to ask.” Douxie replies chuckling, making a few quick paces over to the corner and grabbing the basket before offering it over.

Jumping off the table and walking over to meet Douxie face to face Y/N extends her arms bumping Douxie in the abdomen with a basket of her own, “Thanks. Maybe I will next time.”

Hastily snatching the basket out of Douxies hands she turns right before exiting the door, “Oh and Douxie,” she croons before clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “chin up.”

Douxie blinks his hazel eyes before closing his mouth and making the same tch, “Cheeky.”

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After several hours the work of the laundry, mending bin, and assisting the baker with grabbing the right ingredients was finally done for. As an errand servant in the castle Y/N quickly learned how tiring and just how much bustling about from place to place in the castle it was.

With a sharp turn down the hallway Y/N briskly walked to go grab the fabric napkins and she began meticulously, and begrudgingly folding them to be set at the Kings table for dinner.

“Oh blast it,” she growled between her teeth as she placed another folded napkin on the tray. “I can’t seem to get this darn thing to stay.”

After working all day the hair Douxie had so generously put up for her was starting to come undone. Without a mirror and without knowing the actual look all Y/N could do was put it up again by feverishly retying the ribbons end which held the whole thing up.

Perhaps that baby in the village had really tugged the lot of the knot out, Y/N pondered, struggling once again.

A grunt could be heard down the hallway and Y/N and the other castle maids and helpers quickly turned to the grand banquet doors where the sound was heard.

Only to be followed by some more clanking of metal and several loud. Booms.

The staff winced, before seeing a young Hisirdoux round the corner with eyes blown open. Y/N smiled a soft smile at seeing the punk rock boy she knew so shy and young.

He scuttled in and nervously fiddled with his fingers and with the culprit of the loud noise found, and the noises outside subsiding the kitchen staff returned to their duties.

Y/N shook her head slightly, using the palm of her hand to sniffle a snort.

Young Hisirdoux cut his hazel eyes over to her for a second. Y/N simply shrugged and gestures to her work of folded napkins before returning to it.

A few minutes later, with the kitchen mostly cleared out in light of adding finishing touches to dishes in the kitchen. Y/N went about bending over and placing one particular piece of silverware in the place setting around the entire grand hall table.

“Oh, for Pete’s Sake,” she exclaimed at the sensation. Finding the frayed edge of the ribbon dangling over her collarbone once again.

“Oh, hello there.” Hisir-Douxie replied waving his arm energetically.

With a snort Y/N waved back. Douxie was quite goofy back in the day, although, Y/N thought he was still endearingly goofy to this day too.

"You’re one of the people that other-Hisirdou- I mean me, er I brought back in time.” The tone in his voice changing dramatically throughout the entire sentence.

Y/N nodded, “That I am, but you have to kept it a secret.” She replied, making a ‘sh’ sign with her finger.

“Ha, right.” Hisirdouxie giggles while walking over. “Well, I can help with that! I’m training to be Merlins Apprentice after all.” He states matter-of-factly and thrusts a thumb into his chest.

Walking still ever so closer to Y/N, Hisirdoux stares down at the dangling offensive piece of ribbon that’s been bugging Y/N for most the of the morning.

“I could gladly fix that up for you!” He cheers with a wide grin clapping his hands together in delight.

“Really?” Y/N asks turning to face him. He furiously nods his head, hair bouncing around his face. “I’d actually really appreciate that, please.”

With a hurried jump Hisirdouxie rounds the side and hesistates before touching, “May I?” He asks voice breaking just a little.

“Go ahead.” Is the simple answer he gets before he goes in and fixes off the work of his future self coming to a pause at redoing the knot.

“And to finish it off, a pretty bow, for the pretty lady.”