#Ashley Writes

[bellamyblakru]

DO YALL SEE WHAT I SEE. DARK MERLIN. FEAR OF BEING LEFT BEHIND. FORCED TO FACE FEAR.

thank you @merlinbingo 😈i shall rejoice in my angsty merthur time.

if anyone has a request or suggestion for a fic or a gifset, send me an ask!!💖 i miss doing requests tbhh!!!😘💖if you wanna see any of my previous fics for ideas i could do, she’s all here🫡

ALSO. im SO down to make gifsets!! just shoot an ask with a request and a square☺️

✨= in process

💖 = completed

[themysteriousphoenix]

Almost At Peace

I wrote something. I am surprised as the rest of you...

After the election and all of the chaos that came with it, Queenie gets a little pep talk from none other than Newt Scamander.

/OS/

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49095490

[babyonboardfloyd]

🍺with Bob pls

this has literally sat in here for months and i have zero idea where the prompt list is buuuutttt i think it was drunk headcanons! sorry this took so long love but thanks for giving me something to write about:)

drunk bobby:

bob rarely drinks enough to get really drunk, but i feel like he would let himself get a little tipsy more frequently

tipsy bob is a literal puppy, following his friends or partner around all night, clinging onto you

he's SO giggly, literally everything is funny to this man

literally say hi to him and he's giggling for ten minutes

just an absolute ray of sunshine

but he gets sleepy super fast

he's begging you to go home and snuggle after like 2 hours max

drunk reader:

ok i've said it before and i'll say it again: bob floyd is the KING of taking care of you when you're drunk

because he's not drinking as much you, he's mindful of how much you're drinking, and making sure you're not going too hard

he knows that you can take care of yourself, but he's always there to lend a hand

when you get home, he helps you undress and get ready for bed, always makes sure theres water on your bedside table

if you're a little toooooo drunk, he's absolutely holding your hair back and making sure you're okay

he's just an angel :,)

[bellamyblakru]

i finally did it. i wrote a fic inspired by this absolutely stunning artwork 🥺🩷 thank you to op for letting me use this as a source of inspiration for me!!

it’s your love i’m lost in (and i’m tired of being so exhausted)

exhausted and scared, merlin’s magic explodes when they are being threatened by assholes. but even as the warlock runs away, not too far away, his king will always follow.

You don't know why I was born like this, do you. No. I'm not a monster, am I?

[cherrylight]

hello everyone i wrote a drabble that will never see the light of day because i haven't really written anything in a while, but here's a bit of it that i think is funny

i'm hysterical because why do i keep laughing at this. it's so stupid

[zvdvdlvr]

imagine ur bd being out of the picture and your little girl running up to si ☹️🤍

   “Daddy!”

   Simon looked down, eyes wide at the little girl wrapped around his right leg. Johnny eyed him carefully. He was thankful none of the other café patrons paid any mind. “I’m not your daddy, love,” Simon said. He tugged his leg away gently but the strength of a child is hard to match.

     “Annalise, get off that man,” a woman cried. In the blink of an eye, she knelt near Simon’s leg and tugged the child away.

     “Dada!” She shrieked. Annalise’s chubby hands reached out for Simon’s. “Is dada, mama!”

     You shook your head. “I- I’m so sorry, sir. Her dad was in the military. Anna thinks everyone in fatigues is dada… Do you want me to get either of you a coffee to pay you back? I’m truly sorry.”

     Soap discreetly elbowed Simon harshly in the side. “‘M quite alrigh’ lass. Simon, here, would take a coffee if your serious. If you’ll excuse me, I got to go. Bye, little lassie,” the Scot rushed, face lightinf up at the way Annalise giggled as his parting.

     Annalise was still cooing and reaching for Simon. You just shifted her on your hip and rubbed her back. “Simon, yeah?”

     “That’s me, ma’am,” Simon nodded, feeling suddenly extremely exposed without the balaclava he had decided not to wear for one single occasion. “You don’t have to pay me back-“

     “Nonsense. I would feel like a bad person if I just let my kid latch herself onto your left and call you dad and then just swoop her up and leave,” you said, reaching for your wallet before walking over to the ordering counter. “What can I get you?”

     Simon ordered a small of his usual, watching you pull the money from your wallet without glancing at how much it costed. He observed you in that split second- a beautiful baby girl on your hip who thought any man in camo was her dad. So he had been in the service… Simon watched you smile kindly at the teen behind the counter who fumbled for your change. You murmured a quiet, “It’s quite alright, take your time.” A well-mannered, well put-together individual who was also very attractive. Simon knew what Johnny was doing when he left and Simon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought you were a catch.

     “I seriously appreciate the coffee, ma’am, but it was unnecessary,” Simon said as you tucked your change back and waited for the drink. “As long as the kid’s alrigh’, I don’t need anything in return.”

     You smiled. You smiled at Simon and he swore his cold heart jumped in his chest. Clearly your bright smile disarmed Annalise as much as Simon because she let out a bubbly laugh and put her hands on your cheek. “What if I said I wanted to?” You asked coyly.

     Simon watched Annalise play with a baby hair near your face. “Then I’d say it’d be a cruel thing to tell a gorgeous woman no.”

[witchesroad]

whatever you do, DON’T think about josh waking up the morning after the prank and everyone being cagey and indirect about where his sisters are. everyone keeps telling him “it was a joke,” but he can’t piece together the story in a way that makes sense.

sam and mike are nearly frostbitten from how long they spent searching in the snow. chris got his information from ashley, who bit her nails down to the beds overnight. the others could barely look him in the eye. josh can’t figure out if his headache is related to the hangover or the idea of his sisters, humiliated and alone, lost somewhere on the mountain without him.

and where was he when they needed him? drunk, passed out? the last thing he remembers is a hazy glimpse of his baby sisters dragging him to the same couch where he awoke 10 hours later. he sees their faces but the edges of the memory are blurred and undefined. the sound of their voices and laughter is already fading away and running through his fingers like sand. all that’s left is the howling of the wind.

[blubunz]

YAP SESSION 3

— RE chars in general x gn! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: Sex. Just casual stuff nothing crazy. RE characters includes: Leon , Carlos, Ashley, Jill, Chris, Ada, Luis. Claire is mentioned but I don't write anything horny abt her.

A/N: I have a hunch I'm actually gonna be sick un,, not feeling so great. This is just what j think if it's based on normal stuff like no fucked up messed up situations whatever, just casual lovers making love and what they like.

Consensual.

Ok now that's out of the way, I have some preference in minds, obvi they're purely just my opinions.

Leon is like, the guy who swings with whatever you want. Rough? Yeah. He'll go feral. Gentle? Ok. He'll be so sweet, even moan for you I'd you want to hear them, in which most of the readers in my fic would love. Most of the time it's just you, you, you. Him asking you what you want. Princess treatment or absolutely feral, he doesn't have one in mind, he's just on board with whatever you want and if you don't say anything, he'll ask you what you want anyway while kissing your cheeks so sweetly.

Carlos,, grhfrgrhgrh, he's so bite-able. I think he's the soft type. Like, he can be rough, but most times, he chooses not to if you don't specify anything. He absolutely loves seeing you just getting satisfied and happy, so yes, he'd go rough if that's what you want, just not without you saying. Even when you did something bad, or if you hit him when youre on top, he'd just melt and cradle you in his arms, kissing you, and you two would have some cuddle-fuck session. In my mind, Carlos is very emotional and sentimental in his love life. I can ramble on about the same thing over and over, how he's an absolute king in showering you with too much affection.

Slapping? You're into that, but Carlos is scared of hurting you. Bondage? He doesn't want to see ropes burn into your skin, the only thing should be on your body are his marks and hickies.

So anyways, his biggest turn-on is seeing you getting so, so satisfied. This might make him indulge in overstimulation however, he keeps making you cum and seeing your brain melting after each orgasm. That's right, you don't have to think, just be happy of what Carlos is giving you — pure love and affection.

I don't get much thoughts fron other characters in a sexual way, but I'll think about it like rn. Both Leon and Carlos are hot to me so obvi they're like,, um, long, and,, the first ones I write about.

I think Ashley would be some vanilla stuff, and if you two both try to go into some kinky stuff, things just gets awkward because both of you never really know how to do it professionally, and then you two would just laugh and watch a movie.

Jill is like,, ohmygod,, she's so ourhrorhrirug. The Jill in my mind is like, into the casual stuff, but she prefers handling you as well. She mainly wants to see every once of your reaction so mind you usually sex with Jill will never be a quickie, she doesn't do it slow, but rather she just does a lot of things to finally let you go.

For Claire. No, idk, I never think of her in that way and when i think about it now,nothing comes to mind. I love her character! I just don't associate her with these horny stuff so no.

Chris, big beef guy, I like him too! I think he'd enjoy handling you like Jill. Ok, so he's be like, usually, dominant and rough, hed praise you though, but hes very rough, and he enjoys using his strength to let you know who's in charge. but like, you can put him down no matter how strong you are. One word, one pleading look and you got him all soften up and asking you if you needed anything. Usually, he's never the one to initiate too, he respects you and only fucks you when you want to. If he's horny and you're not then he's holding it in, not even letting you know. If he's not and you are, then, obviously he has the need to satisfy you in every way he could.

Ada is like, I think with how she is in the games, she'd know what you're into by now. You're an open book to her and she can read you. You didn't even have to ask, it's like she knows. It creeps you out honestly, sometimes, at how every time she knows what you need. Maybe she keeps track every month? She knows your kinks too, and when you talk to her, she's like,, "I know,," sometimes she surprises you during sex, turning the usual sex into one imof your kinks. She enjoys seeing you surprised following with the high amount of pleasure that follows suit.

Luis. A bottom.

[aviradasa]

Hello! Hope you’re doing great? I saw you wanted some Sally face request…

Can we have some Sally face characters (Sal, Larry, Ash?) x reader make out headcanons ? 🥹 I think I’ll fall down on my knees for some Sal x reader or Larry x reader make out sessions 😭 thank u

AHH, thank you!! Would love to write this! Sorry if it's a bit short, especially towards the end.I was just really excited to post this. It's not my best work, but that just means there's room for more improvement! I hope you enjoy it anyway

Sal,Larry,ash Makeout Hc.

Sal/Larry/ash x reader (seprately)

{All characters are 18+}

{Warnings: some swearing, some sexual content}

Masterlist

Sal:

So, as an adult sal, I feel it is a bit less awkward and more Idgaf about dumb shit

So I feel like if you're close enough with him to not only be seeing his face and dating him, then he's pretty chill when making out. Unless you catch him off guard 😉

Normally, your guy's makeouts start pretty regular

Like you'll just be sitting together in your guys' room at the house watching a movie or listening to him playing guitar while you fuck around on the gearboy

Going with the latter, you'll be sneaking glances of him while he's just jamming out while trying to learn a song.

He just looks so relaxed and pretty even with his scars as his fingers move across the strings. His prosthetic is off, and sitting on the dresser and his fake eye is out and sitting in its cup, his blue hair is down and covers his face a bit casting shadows

Before you know it, you're not just sneaking glances. you're just full-on staring at him

And he knows. He lowkey finds it funny. Because with him, he doesn't try. He's not gonna try and get you flustered. It just happens and he's aware of it

He looks at you still playing, and he smiles at you. Just for a moment before looking back down at his guitar. And at that point, you're done.

You set down the gear boy without a word creeping towards him silently. He sees you but keeps trying to figure out the riff in the song just right

You creep up to his side, careful not to knock the neck of the guitar as you wrap your arms around his neck lazily.

"It sounds really good, baby. I think you almost got it." You compliment resting your chin on his shoulder

"Thanks, I think I've got it down pretty good. I just gotta get better with the timing. I'm holding the notes too long." He says before leaning forward to set the instrument against the dresser.

In a couple seconds, you find yourself weasling your way into his lap.

He holds you gently but firmly in place with one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head tangled sweetly in your hair.

He's not really grabby. Of course, his hands will roam a bit, but he's more of a hold you in place, so you don't wanna go anywhere, guy.

Anyways

Even with his scarred lips, he's a good kisser. Very attentive. He knows what you're feeling and your intentions just by how you're kissing him, where your hands are,how hard you're gripping at him. He just gets it

Making out with him is full of emotion. Like, have you ever kissed someone, and you're just like I wanna write poetry about the feeling I have right now, but I don't have the words to even describe it

That's how kissing him/making out with him feels. And you can't help but grip onto him.

He can go on like this for ages.its not gonna get boring.

He will just lean back against the wall and prop his legs up so when you pull back, your face is above his.

He says he does that cause he likes pulling away to look into the eyes of the beauty before him.

Ok, he's a bit corny, but we love him

Also, his hands are pretty rough, I think, especially his fingertips. They are really calloused from playing guitar, and he might have some cuts and scrapes from messing around on the 5th floor of the apartments when he's told to go over there cause of Larry.

But anyways lol

Overall, he is amazing. An amazing partner and an amazing Makeout partner.hes just really chill, and it's honestly up to you a lot of the time if it leads to anything.lol

Unless you somehow find a way to make him jealous, and that extremely difficult to pull off 😉

Larry:

Larry is a rougher guy. Don't get me wrong, he's a sweetie, but he's really enthusiastic, and he's got a lot of energy

To be honest, making out is like his favorite pastime when yall are alone.

He just loves the feel of you being all up on him,and he's addicted to the taste of your lips.

Though he's not attentive as Sal, he's still a good kisser. Like I said, he's just rough cause he can't seem to get enough.

You guys will just be chilling in his room after the group leaves, and he'll just becken you over to him with a questioning grin, which you know what that means. If you don't come up to him he's not gonna force you.

Consent king. But honestly that can be said for all of them

There's really nothing emotional about it he's gripping, and he is grabbing. His hands will roam your body. So he likes to make out while laying down.

Couch,bed,floor, as long as he has access to everything. Like not necessarily always in a dirty way, he just likes the feeling of touching you.

Like he just loves it, feeling your body on/next to him is his favorite thing

Also His lips are chapped as hell, but that does not stop you guys.

And he does not just keep his lips on yours. Absolutely not. Making out with him is a dangerous game if you have any of the following

Stric parents (like if you have not moved out yet or if you are going to visit them), a job , a college life.

Cause he be leaving hickies. Like I'm talking big as purple hickeys. And they will be everywhere. It's like, are you dating a god damn vampire? It's not even bites, either it's just hickeys.

From your neck down to your fucking thighs just bruises

Ash once pulled you aside and asked if everything was OK cause she thought that the marks where from him beating on you instead of kissing you.

W ash, by the way, everyone needs a friend like her who will check up on you

But he just is a little rough. You love it, tho. But he will tone it down if you want him to.

Like shit you had a bad day? Come over here, lay down,relax, and he will slow down and pamper you with words and slow kisses.

What a sweetheart, and He's just happy to have you close to him.

Overall, he's more of a physical guy, so of course, the makeouts hold more of a physical value, which is alright! He loves you and that's just his way of showing it

Ash:

Ash is actually amazing at makeouts. She knows you entirely. Better than you know yourself sometimes

With her, you get everything. You want it to be a rougher Makeout.

Bet

Girls got you. She'll be all up on you kissing,grabbing,tugging,loving (always) she'll have you however you want.

She will do it all to satisfy, and you would do the same for her.

You want it soft bet, she's cuddling you while you guys lips move with each other while a movie plays in the background.

Making out with her is so calming to.

You could have had the most stressful days at work, and when you come home, she'll immediately be asking what's up noticing you're off.

It would probably be later she would mostly be ready for the evening in pajamas just chilling,and upon your response, she's giving you a hug and leading you into you guys room to talk.

After unloading your troubles, she'll just fuckin hold you and eventually it just turns into a lazy lil Makeout.

It's not much, but it feels so loving, and all your pain and troubles from the day feel like they are just melting away cause of her lips.

She takes care of herself as well, so her lips are pretty soft.

Along with her skin. Her hands are a bit calloused due to her constantly doing art projects and working on her motorcycle.

But it's kind of a nice contrast.

She does have wondering hands, but unlike Larry, she's not a grabber she's a feeler.

Her hands wonder in a calming yet attractive way, mostly across your arms and back, maybe over your thigh a but.

I guess she's a more sensual Makeout partner. But she's just overall amazing with it.

You always feel safe in her arms, and even better is that she's really good at makeouts without making them sexual.

Like a lot of the time, makeouts seem heavily sexual even when they aren't supposed to be, but with her, it's not sexual unless you both want it to be.

And you're grateful for it cause sometimes you just wanna be able to love on your partner without it being sexual and that's fine. She loves it to

She's just an amazing person and an amazing partner who knows you well and what you want as well as knowing herself and it shows.

[perfectfeelings]

Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.

Ashley Purdy

[bamsara]

Do you mind

[bellamyblakru]

for reference,

this is merthurweek2023 wip

this is angel merlin wip

and this is a oneshot that i could make a twoshot

old ass merthur wip fantasy au

old ass merlin amnesia wip

new merlin canon era fic (no reference for her but i can provide the first few paragraphs under the cut)

Pain wasn’t anything new to him. Daggers, arrow heads, swords—nothing surprised him, and, if he was being honest, it didn’t really matter what it was. Taking up most of his chest or a small, almost imperceivable, place under his left knee, they all left their marks upon his body. He wasn’t even sure if it was possible to count them up over the decade they have built themselves as a second, bitterly hardened version of his skin.

So, in the end, it wasn’t all that surprising that the physical pain wasn’t what ruined his life—it was the people in it.

Being tied up like an animal on top of the castle’s battlements, his back to the depths below as his tattered shirt whipped around him as if even his own clothing were desperate to leave him behind, was not how he was supposed to spend his one night off. The cold iron they had clasped around his ankles and wrist were crackling nonstop fires in his bloodstream, the jolts of agony the only thing keeping him awake as the druids debated what to do next.

He let his head lull backwards, the fear of falling nonexistent, to stare at the cloudy sky, where some part of him wondered how possible it would be for lightning to strike him at this height. Would it feel different than the crack of a whip? Or the scorching that came from their burning daggers? Would it kill him on the spot, or only add fuel to the flame?

The situation was almost funny. Here he was, in his own home—yes, a place filled with prejudice and anger and fear, but, and more importantly, also filled with so, so much love and kindness and compassion—being held down against his will for choosing a king they disagreed with. The more they talked about how freedom will never be achieved with a Pendragon on the throne, the more Merlin was convinced he made the right choice. Call it stubbornness or naïveté, but the warlock figured the golden king was less likely to torture someone over a decision that was impossible to take back than these rogue druids who thought if they pushed him far enough, he would change his mind.

In the silence of his own breathing, he debated the dreaded what if he could go back in time, was anyone sure he would actually change anything? Knowing everything he knew now after a decade at the man’s side—would he willingly change the man of prophecy? In the beginning, he would’ve scoffed at someone believing he had any choice in the matter, but after listening to the druids, the possibility of choice seemed a tiny bit more realistic.

Did he truly pick Arthur? Did he pick Arthur because the giant lizard convinced him that he was the one to lead the way? Did he pick Arthur because there was no other alternative?

No. He shook his head against those thoughts: Arthur was the Once and Future King with or without Merlin’s help… right?

Suddenly, the pain wasn’t enough to keep his mind occupied, the rapid spiraling into his own head equally uncontrollable and violently unwilling. He didn’t want to second guess his decisions. He didn’t want to believe for a moment that his choice was wrong; that reality would change everything he had ever done—every life he had taken, every lie that was spoken, every choice made for the greater good, all of it arbitrary to the fate of his one pick.

But, then again, all of this just proved further how Arthur wasn’t the one to blame here.

“Idiots…” Merlin mumbled out, his voice dry as though he had been screaming for hours without pause.

The closest man moved the warlock’s head to face the small group since he had no energy to move it himself.

“Have you decided to listen?” The leader’s voice grated on his ears, the noise of it hurting more than the iron suppressing his magic.

“No,” Merlin coughed, trying to lift his head on his own in his determination. “I don’t listen well, you will find.”

[themysteriousphoenix]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday! (Friday? I am trying to catch up and I'm not waiting until Tuesday)

Thanks for the tag @whistledownbad!

Here’s a little something I’m cooking up with @theyarnmaidstale @whistledownbad and @thetruthisinthetooth Coming (heh) soon to an AO3 near you! Did I just copy and paste the exact same thing as Jax? Why yes...yes, I did.

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Penelope leaned forward against the cool surface of the countertop and pulled out her phone. She grinned as she flipped through email notifications from her last Lady Whistledown post. The posts were gaining interest steadily, she had never seen so much traffic on her posts before. Looking up as Colin gently set a glass of wine next to her, she slid her phone over to him so he could read some of the comments. He matched her posture, flipping through comment after comment. He laughed at a particularly spicy comment about “Lady Whistledown’s fucking fit partner” and slid the phone back toward her.

“Well, you know what they say… Sex sells, yeah?” Penelope giggled as she straightened and picked up her wine glass, taking a sip. 

“I guess so! It’s going well.” She smiled to herself, “More than well, actually. Charlotte is beside herself. She loves it.”

Colin grinned. “Good.” He turned to the refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen and pulled out several plastic containers, setting them on the counter. At Penelope’s questioning look, he popped one of the lids off and pulled out two grapes. He slipped one into his mouth, biting down, and then walked over to Pen and lifted the second to her lips. It was meant to be innocent, but it quickly became more. She leaned forward and he slipped it between her lips. Her tongue pulled it in and she bit down. He was immediately turned on. God, he was so entranced by her mouth.

“I stashed some things earlier,” he said quietly, taking her wine glass from her hand and setting it aside. “A little picnic. I know it’s nearly midnight, but…we need our energy.” He grinned wolfishly at her and gripped her around her waist taking her by surprise. She yelped as he lifted her easily, depositing her gently on the countertop.

To be continued...

[seraphicloves]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: he isn't yours so why do you get so jealous?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: jealously, you're possessive but sal likes it, he doesn't believe anyone would love him :( cringy confession; reader is a dork i fear (she is me)

⊱✿⊰ notes: i heard this song and had this daydream and was like dang this would be a fire fanfic so here we are. ALSO WHERE ARE ALL THE SALLY FACE FANS LIKE I WRITE FOR IT GUYS NOTICE ME ahem anyway

⊱✿⊰ taglist: @fashionablysouly @kozumesphone

You had a secret: you were excruciatingly and agonizingly in love with your best friend, Sal Fisher. Okay so maybe it wasn't a secret to anyone except for Sal himself but it was still something you would rather die before Sal found out. He definitely didn't see you that way and he would probably reject you immediately if he found out. So it was safer to just not say anything.

He didn't need to know about the nights spent screaming into your pillow or crying in Ashley's arms over how sickeningly giddy his voice made you. He didn't need to know how easily he made your heart beat like you ran a marathon or how easily he made you feel like your head was in the clouds.

However that led to dilemmas such as the one you found yourself in currently. You were probably the most aware of Sal'a attractive but unfortunately, you were not the only one to notice it. So it was common as was happening right then, to find a girl start talking his ear off obviously trying to flirt with him.

"You're so funny, Sallyy," The girl giggled, sitting across from Sal at the cafeteria table. You tried to stop your glare from settling into your face but it was far too late, jealousy was disease that affected you quickly and viciously.

She was beautiful with tanned skin and soft lips, she was perfect and far more in the league of someone as incredible of Sal. But no, she doesn't deserve Sal. She doesn't know him like you do, she doesn't ache in her bones at the thought of being near him. She can't have him.

"You might as well leave." Larry commented to her, seeming far to amused as he glanced at you. You felt self conscious and tried to relax your face from the deadly look you had been casting on that girl. He continued, "[Name] is far too jealous to let you stay for much longer."

Murder should be legal, you quickly decided as you shot a look at Larry that made him well aware he would not be living for much longer. Why the hell would he say that? In front of Sal too?

Did he want you to die of heartbreak? Surely Larry fucking Johnson was praying on your downfall because there is no other logical reason for him to have done that. Unless he has a death wish.

"[Name] isn't dating Sal. Isn't that right, honey?" The girl replied, placing her hand over top Sal'`. That was when you snapped; how dare she touch Sal?

Before you could fully process thinking you grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from Sal. You looked at her, trying to cool the inferno of anger in your gaze as you said, "That boy is mine. Touch him again and I break all of your bones."

The girl let out a whimper and quickly rushed away, leaving a majority of the lunch room's eyes on you. You sunk into your seat, far too afraid to glance at the blue haired boy beside you. You were beyond embarrassed by your possessiveness, who were you to say he was yours?

Larry and Ashley were absolutely cackling, way too amused to see this side of you publicly outed to the boy you loved with your entire soul. Sal turned to look at you, his prosthetic hiding any hint of emotion you could have gotten.

"I'm yours?" He asked, his voice making your tummy rumble and roll. Even his voice was attractive, it physically wasn't fair to exist beside him and not have him to kiss and hold.

"Have you really not noticed, Sally?" Ashley asked, nudging you on the shoulder. You bit the inside of your cheek, preferring none of this to happen. Why did your feelings have to come out this way?

Sal made a confused noise but you grabbed his arm, and said, "Can I talk to you alone?" He nodded and let you lead him away from the lingering stares, into the hallway which was far more empty.

"What's up with you?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt his gaze on your face, making it warm even more. Although that didn't seem quite possible with how feverish every inch of your skin felt. You looked down at your shoes, trying to stall the confession.

"I don't want you dating anyone." You said finally, jealously arising yet again as you remember that girl flirting with Sal. He let out a huff of confusion, his eyes still directly on you. Crap, you had to explain more.

"Seeing those girls flirt with you or hearing them make those vile comments about the things they want to do to you. It makes me so angry, it isn't fair. I don't want you dating anyone except for me. I want you to be my boyfriend." You ranted, feeling your blood boil as you remember all the times you had gotten jealous.

When Sal froze, you realized what you said. Oh no no no, he is going to reject you and never talk to you again. If only there was a self destruct button on your body you could press in this moment.

He kept staring at you, making you wish you could see beneath his mask to have a guess at how he was feeling. How disgusted he might be at your ridiculous feelings for him.

"why do you like....me?" He finally asked, sounding shocked that you could have feelings for him. Your gaze shot back up to meet his, and you saw the surprise (and dare you say, happiness?) in his eye.

"Why wouldn't I like you, Sal? You're so amazing and god I love you so much I think I've gone insane." You replied, feeling almost breathless with this string of honesty. His body finally relaxed and you could almost sense the smile beneath his mask.

"I love you too, [Name.]" Sal replies quietly, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You felt your lips part with surprise, not believing your ears. Sal must have noticed your shock because he laughed and leaned closer, interlacing your hand with his deliciously cold fingers.

"Yes, you can be my boyfriend." You said, rambling slightly. You must've been injected with a dose of caffeine because you kissed his mask right where his lips lay under. Then you ran away, giggling like a lunatic. You stopped in a hallway, feeling flushed and faint and giddy and ridiculous.

Finally that boy truly was yours.

[andreaheartscats]

Sally Face Headcanons

random headcanons i came up with today cause why not!

-> random hangout events with the group in the woods! just enjoying the nice weather and nature together while smokin' some hihi

-> Ash loves loves LOVEEEES when you let her do your hair or makeup OR nails. Honestly anything! She loveeeees making you all dolled up if you wnat to of course !

-> Sal really enjoys talking to you about his random collections. Like rocks or bottle caps, he collects literally ANYTHING! and all of the things he collected have a story to it.

-> Larry invites you to the treehouse daily for smoke shesh (if you smoke, but if you dont you just chill with him and laugh at him while hes high) and you two would have the best time of your lifes! with music blasting in the background and some cool drinks while smokin that hot pot/ joint

-> Travis has a soft spot for you and that is no secret. During lunch time he SHARES his lunch with you, even when it bologna day...( you dont eat it of course and try to convince him to not eat it aswell.)

->You and Travis sometimes get into the deep talks on your walk after school, he enjoys your company and feels like you understand him the best. Sometimes you two would even stay after school in one of the many parks to just sit and keep on talking with eachother about everything

-> Ash loves making you playlist on iPod ! it would include alsmost all of your favorite songs and some of hers too!

-> Larry plays the guitar for you all the time. Having trouble sleeping? He is here to save the day! Bored? He'll teach you! He will learn to play yoir favorite songs and play them for you!

-> You and Sal would hangout in his apartmant aaaaaaall the time. Cause his dad is alwalys busy working and stuff like that so he would have the apartmant all to himself so you two would play video games against eachother and scream, rage and laugh all you want

[thoughtkick]

Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.

Ashley Purdy