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[fmajorenthusiast]

The Rocky Horror characters at the mall?? :) What shops would they like? What antics would they get into?

-A.B.

OMG I LOVE IT SO MUUUCHHHH

Frank: He is headed straight to Victoria's Secret- he loves Victoria's secret. He's also been banned from numerous candy shops because he keeps trying to use the candy in attempts to seduce staff and other customers with it. It started out with just lollipops, which they couldn't really get after him for, but then it escalated into "inappropriate use of the whipped cream" and "noise complaints from his moaning whenever he ate anything" and he was out

Brad: Brad loves to go fishing through those big bins of DVDs in video stores!!! (Idk if they still exist I haven't seen them in my recent trips to the mall but they were excellent while they lasted. I probably would not have the patience for what Brad does, but I'm proud that he does it) One time he found a Monty Python in there and rode that high for MONTHS! It was his greatest moment. He's also always going to wherever the Mario games are!!!

Janet: Janet's favorite stores are Forever 21 and Macy's. She definitely gets obsessed with stuff, has her arms full, and then realizes halfway through that she most certainly cannot afford most of these things. She then has to spend an eternity deciding what to put back. There have been a few times in which a store has needed to inform her that they'll be closing in fifteen minutes and she's needed to make an incredibly quick turn-around. She always comes back for the things she's left behind once she comes into some more money, though, and then the process starts all over again and she is thrilled every time!

Riff Raff: Riff Raff loves to get nail polish at makeup stores and other little accessories that can make him feel especially elegant! He'll go more out there and get better outfits when he's not in Frank's servitude- but anything he gets will inevitably become Frank's if he's not careful. ALSO he always gets himself a nice little treat because Frank ususally gives him and Magenta leftovers. He's developed a true love of cheese popcorn and will get himself a bag if one of the stores is selling one. However, he does tend to look like a bird when he eats, so if he sees someone looking at him funny, and he notices that they are not a child (he'll turn the other way if they are) will stare them directly in the eyes and go kind of cross-eyed until they leave and he can enjoy his popcorn in peace

Magenta: Magenta will go and outright get her nails done at the mall. Then, depending on the day, she'll either get some perfume, clothes, accessories, or baking supplies! Sometimes she'll just go to a bakery and let them do the job for her. She also loves those fun vulgar signs that you can get to hang up. She's kind of seen as a test of sorts when she walks into a store because- if she doesn't like the service you provide- she will go online and leave the most scorching of reviews. If you pass the "Magenta test" your shop honestly probably gets a small celebration

Columbia: At every mall you will find a few special shops that sell AMAZING fashion and accessories that are so alternative and unique. You will find Columbia there every time!!! It's where all of her favorite outfits come from! She'll also always get donuts on her way out

Eddie: Eddie steals from Hot Topic. Its an unstoppable fact of life. No one can stop it

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott loves bookstores!!! He'll always decide what his next read is on the spot, but he'll always pick something that he ends up enjoying. He's read so many things that it's surprising! He subbed for Brad and Janet's literature class one time, checked the curriculum, and had read every book on the list. How does he always pick something that he ends up enjoying? Well he reads the first 5 or so chapters in the store before he even buys it! He's caught a few employees looking at him funny for it a few times, but there is in fact, no rule against this action. Hes been doing it since he was like 20 and no one can stop him

Rocky: Rocky loves shops where he can get board games and special ice cream flavors- but his favorite thing that the mall has to offer is the ball pit. Oh how Rocky loves the ball pit

The Criminologist: the Criminologist loves getting pictures, either drawn, painted, or photographed, that he can frame and hang up on his walls! He especially loves ones of city skylines!!!

[anotherwvba]

The Punch-Out community here has been so supportive! Thank you, everyone! I'll be putting my meager drawing skills to the test to show my thanks to several folks over the next weeks. First (and to blame for inspiring me to do this) is @lukasdoodles. My friend, you are a constant source of encouragement, support, and inspiration. Thank you, so much!

[bartxnhood]

escort at the oscars | a.b

austin butler x fem!actress!reader

summary: getting lost at the oscar’s wasn’t on your roster. neither was getting austin butlers attention.

warnings: definitely poor representation of the oscars but idc this is just for funsies !

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: omg hi everyone !!! long time no see i know, life has been insane. i know no one will read this but ive had some HUGE life changes. i graduated cosmetology school, officially a nail tech now, yay me !! also, unfortunately, ill be having a hand surgery soon. so, im hoping i can write more before i can’t 😭. thank you to everyone who still supports me even though im not ac active as i used to be. one day i promise ill update regularly !!

a/n2: also, austin in the new bikeriders movie had me in a chokehold. the austin butler renaissance is upon us, people !!! (he’s also my bday twin WOO) and i know austin didn’t win an oscar for elvis but for the sake of the fic he did in this !!

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since the red carpets were only carpets, you could have sworn they were easy to manage. the theater was only accessible by walking through a line, but that wasn't the case. after only thirty minutes, you had to make a big mistake by trying to use the restroom and ending up opening a broom closet.

“hey,” you heard a voice, and you quickly turned around only to find yourself facing austin. “the ceremony isn’t in the closet, darling.”

“right..” you whisper under your breath and close the door. you smile awkwardly turning on your heels and holding your clutch tightly.

“i was just uh..looking for the restroom but i couldn’t find it” you laugh, looking down and shaking your head, and begin walking away from the boom closet.

austin couldn’t help but chuckle, following behind you while holding his hand behind his back as he walked slowly for you to match his stride.

he could tell that you were an up-and-coming actress, something about the way you carried yourself gave it away, and he could also tell that this was your first time on a red carpet by the way you were clutching your clutch bag so firmly like your life depended on it.

“you look nervous,” he said softly, “it’s your first time on a red carpet, isn’t it?”

you smile sheepishly. “that obvious, huh?” you trail behind austin assuming he is taking you to the restrooms.

“never knew how big these places are” you laugh, holding up the end of your dress so it doesn’t drag.

austin could see how nervous you were by the way you were holding your dress up while you were walking, and he thought that it was adorable, honestly.

he chuckled as you mentioned how big the venue is because you weren’t wrong, it is pretty damn big. “ive been to a few oscars now and i still think the venue is too big,” he said with a laugh, as he walked by your side with that perfect movie star strut.

“which movie are you nominated for?”

you had never been to something like this, and you didn’t even have a premiere for your movie. but somehow, critics loved the movie and now your movie was nominated.

it felt like it happened overnight.

“blue moon” you answer, not expecting him to know it.

the movie was set in the second world war and your character was the spouse of one of the soldiers. after he died, your character joined the war.

it was an underground film, your first lead and you didn’t expect anyone to pick up the movie. but someone did, ended up being shown at a film festival and the critics fell in love with your performance. and that’s how you landed a nomination for best lead actress.

austin’s eyes widened as you mentioned the movie you’re up for, blue moon; he enjoyed that movie, and as he thought about it more he really couldn’t deny that you were fantastic in it.

“no way,” he said in disbelief, “no wonder you’re nominated for best actress, you were incredible in that film.”

“thank you” you nod, noticing you have finally made it to the restrooms.

“and thank you for showing me the way” you chuckle, dropping the train of your dress then stuffing your clutch under your arm and sticking out your hand.

austin takes your hand with a gentle yet firm grip and smiles, nodding. “no problem, glad i could be of help.”

“i’m y/n l/n” you introduced. “it was nice to meet you, austin. thanks for this” you grin, retracting your hand.

“i guess ill catch you later..”

“it was a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he replied with a smile before watching you walk into the restroom, and he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the door as you disappeared behind it.

he thought you were pretty. very pretty, and he kind of regretted not asking you for your phone number before you disappeared.

so, austin stood there leaning against the wall deciding he would wait on you. just in case you got lost again.

no other reason.

after relieving yourself, you stand in front of the mirror taking in a couple of deep breaths to calm the pounding in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

you open your clutch, picking out a compact and a lipstick. you swipe the color on your lips to touch up the splotches, and quickly powder your face.

you put everything back in your clutch smoothed out your hair and admired your dress.

floor-length satin gown in your favorite color, a ribbed corset look.

“you can do this, y/n/n..” you whisper to yourself then pick up the train of your dress and exit the restroom, hoping you won’t miss the award ceremony.

austin was now pacing in front of the restroom, waiting for you to exit, his eyes fixated on the door, and he found himself running a hand through his styled hair, ruining the gelled look.

he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to wait for you, but here he was, still waiting outside the restroom, tapping his foot anxiously and checking his watch now and then.

austin leaned back against the wall as he waited, trying to look nonchalant as ever, and once the restroom door opened, a soft exhale left his lips.

you let the door shut behind you while smoothing out the front of your dress and began walking down the hallway until you stopped seeing a figure.

you look up from the floor and spot austin, assuming he is waiting for you.

“austin?” you ask softly, taking in a deep breath.

austin’s eyes softened at the sound of his name, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you once he saw you walking towards him, smoothing out the front of your dress and making sure it was wrinkle-free and free of any stains.

“hey,” he replied with a smile and nod, “i was just, uh, making sure you didn’t get lost, again.” austin laughed, looking at you through his eyebrows.

you couldn’t help but chuckle, “no worries, restrooms are pretty simple,” you reply with a toothy grin.

“but, if you wouldn’t mind showing me the way to the theater?” you ask, knowing if you didn’t have the guidance you’d definitely get lost and miss the entire ceremony.

and you didn’t need that kind of embarrassment.

though, deep down you know you wouldn’t win tonight, but still, you wanted to experience being at the freaking oscars!

austin smiled at how eager you were to not get lost again. he chuckled softly as you asked him to guide you to the theater, and he pushed himself off the wall, taking one last look at his watch before walking closer to you.

“and here i was, thinking you’d never ask,” he joked, before holding out his arm for you to grab and wrap your own around.

“don’t wanna risk you ending up in the broom closet again,” he teased.

you drop your head, smiling, and then laugh at his comment about getting lost in the broom closet.

“listen..” you say softly, covering your face with the clutch. “i would say it was one mistake, but with my luck, it’s bound to happen again.”

you carefully take his arm and begin walking towards the theater. you can feel your cheeks warming up.

here you are, lost at the oscar’s and now having the austin butler escort you into the theater.

when you attempted to cover your face with your clutch, he rolled his eyes and gently grabbed it, pulling it away from your face. “no hiding.” he teased.

as you walked side by side, down the halls and towards the theater, austin couldn’t help himself but glance over at you now and then.

he smiled when you laughed at his joke and chuckled even more as you attempted to defend yourself. “just one? you’re sure about that?”

you smile, looking ahead. not being able to look him in the eyes. “no..” you laugh.

“on my first day of filming, i got lost and accidentally locked myself in the hair and makeup trailer” you giggle, recalling one of the most embarrassing moments that’s happened to you. though, this one trumps that.

“no way..” you hear austin laugh wholeheartedly, a sound so beautiful it could turn your legs into jelly.

“yes way” you laugh back, nodding. you weren’t paying attention and almost tripped over the end of your dress.

“here, let me help you with that” austin offers, picking up the train of your dress so you can walk more comfortably.

“see? clumsy.”

austin grins, holding the satin fabric in his hands as you continue towards the theater. “we all have our quirks” he adds. “you’ll warm up to this life, it’ll become easier and if it doesn’t, i’ll help you navigate this journey.” austin spoke without really thinking.

you finally see the two large golden doors which lead into the theater. “ready?” austin grins, raising his eyebrows before opening the door.

when the door opens you’re hit with a soft wind of cool air, the sound of people chattering, and the camera crew getting ready to go live.

“well, let’s hope i can find my seat with ease..” you say walking down the aisle with him towards the seconds for the nominees. “i’ll help,” austin says and begins scanning the row of seats for your name.

y/n l/n

“here you are.” he points to your name plastered on the back of the seat. “right next to mine” he leads you to the two end aisle seats on the front row. your crew sat behind you and austin’s was right next to him.

you were shocked, walking to your seat and letting go of his arm. austin drops the end of your dress gracefully, making sure it doesn’t get dirty.

“what a coincidence, huh?” you take your seat, crossing your legs and placing your clutch in your lap.

austin had what you’d call a shit-eating grin on his face as he sat next to you. “coincidence? or the universe giving us a sign?”

he could tell you were feeling out of place, but he silently tried to make you feel more comfortable by flashing you a reassuring smile.

you shrug, smiling as the staff prepares to go on air. you take in a deep breath, calming your racing heart as you watch the host enter the stage.

“good luck tonight.” austin leans in, whispering. you turn to face him, “you too”. austin winks and then focuses his attention on the stage as the lights dim.

you follow suit, the ceremony officially begins.

a short video montage of all the movies nominated begins to play, and for a second you see yourself.

wow.

after the video, the lights come back on, and out steps the host.

“hello, and welcome to the ninety-sixth oscars, everyone! look at these beautiful faces!”

the room explodes into applause and cheers from the guests.

there’s more to the introduction, bad jokes, awkward laughter, and overall a very, very, long introduction before getting into the awards.

tonight was going to be very long.

“and the nominees for the best lead actor” the host announces, letting a brief video play of all the nominees and their movies.

some actors you knew well, others you didn’t.

“and the oscar goes to..” the host drawls, opening the envelope and a smile appears on her face.

“austin butler!”

the crowd erupts into a roar of cheers and applause, people standing up all around, yourself included. austin stands up hugging his team around him and his friends. he turns to you, smiling as if he won the lottery. “congrats!” you pat his shoulder as he walks past you on stage to accept the award.

“wow..” his deep voice rang through the microphone, looking at the audience and fellow nominees. “i’d uh..wow..all my words are leaving me…i’m standing in front of my heroes. i’m so incredibly grateful to be standing here, i just wanted to say thank you to my team, all the producers, writers, directors, costume, and makeup. everyone. and the presley family for guiding me through this whole process. thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. and lastly, thank you to all the new people i’ve met” he looks towards you. “i’m so grateful to be standing here. thank you.” he blows a kiss to the crowd before disappearing backstage.

the rest of the male categories went on in between intermissions. many of your favorite actors won, and movies.

then, before you knew it, the female categories were beginning. you saw austin returning to his seat before the nominees were announced.

“now, let’s take a look at the nominees for best female lead role…” the host begins.

like the male category, there are videos of each nominee and then you’re face pops up in a small montage of your movie with your name announced.

austin looked over at you when your face appeared on the big screen, he saw that look in your eyes. he couldn’t describe it. awe? no, it was something more than that. something he had never seen from any of the people he worked with. he had been to many events like this, but you…something about you.

“and the oscar for best female lead role goes too..”

anticipation.

so many great and talented women in this category, that you feel honored to even be considered as good as them.

what if you didn’t win?

but what if you did win? you didn’t even think you prepare an acceptance speech because there is absolutely no way someone like you could-

“y/n l/n! congratulations!”

the world stopped, people around you standing up and applauding. you.

you sat there, mouth agape staring at the stage with your face on the screens like an idiot. your crew grabbing your shoulders to congratulate you as you stand up. hugging some of your crew, then looking at austin wide-eyed. he’s smiling at you, saying something like “i knew you’d win” but you couldn’t be sure, you were in shock.

you begin towards the stage, austin trailing behind you holding your dress so you won’t trip. if there’s one thing austin learned about you tonight, you were clumsy.

you look back, thanking austin with your eyes approach the host, and accept the award.

“oh man..” you begin, feeling tears prickling your eyes. a quiet laugh escapes your throat, looking down at the golden award and then back to the crowd. “i didn’t have a speech prepared, i didn’t expect to win at all. but i wanted to thank everyone who worked on the set of this movie. thank you to the director who saw my indie films and thought i had the talent to portray my character. thank you to my team who always supported me. thank you to my family who always believed in me..who pushed me to work harder..” you sniffle, lip quivering.

“thank you. thank you so much.” you cry. “and thank you to austin, who helped me when i got lost, otherwise i would’ve missed the best moment in my life”. you look towards austin, your teary eyes glittering underneath the lights. the crowd laughs at this, finding it humorous.

austin smiled as he listened to your heartfelt acceptance speech. he couldn’t help but feel proud of you, watching the way you held the award in your hands and thanked everyone who had helped you along the way.

his heart skipped a beat when you mentioned him in your speech. he chuckled softly as the crowd laughed when you joked about getting lost, and he felt a warmth spread through him as he heard you express your gratitude towards him.

“and to all my fellow nominees, i can’t believe im standing in front of you. i’m so honored to be here with you tonight. and i realize i am rambling so i will accept this and go” you laugh, waving to your crew and exiting the stage.

as you walked off the stage, austin stood up and applauded once again, clapping louder than ever before.

the rest of the night continued without fail, the whole thing continued for about three and a half hours. you knew it was going to be long, but you don’t think you’d ever get used to it.

the ceremony ended, leading you and the other winners backstage to get pictures and interviews.

you stand with your friends, who also are a part of your crew. you’re still absolutely shocked. crying on and off as they congratulate you on one of the biggest achievements of your career.

you weren’t aware of austin approaching you until you felt a hand on your lower back. you look over your shoulder and see his baby blues. “austin!” you grin, turning your body toward him. “hi, darling. congratulations.” he says, gesturing to the award in your hand.

“thank you” you bring the award up to your face, grinning like a proud parent. “and congrats to you”

austin nods, looking down at his award. “looks like we both got pretty lucky, huh?”

you nod, agreeing. “i guess so..” you say softly.

you see austin’s eyebrow raise, his eyes dancing over your figure against the wall. you couldn’t quite place what he was thinking. he could be thinking many things, but you wouldn’t know. he was too hard to read, for you at least.

“say, uh..” he smirks, biting his lip. “how would you feel if i asked for your number?” his extra arm came up to the wall beside your head, entrapping you.

oh boy.

you hold the award close to your chest, looking up at him. “well, i’d feel like i’d be dreaming but im not going to say no.” you answer.

“good because i don’t know what id do if you said no” he chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours.

“i’ll call you, we’ll go out sometime. i wanna know more of you. if it’s anything like i saw tonight, i think i might fall in love with you.”

you can feel your ears burning as he speaks, his raspy voice making your legs feel weak. his eyes looking down on you, god. he was driving you insane. his slightly gelled hair, his grey suit, his cologne.

he was so close.

“then i guess you should be ready for that,” you say, smirking.

you heard your name being called, your manager trying to get you for an interview.

you push yourself off the wall, but before you leave you pause. “call me.” you wink and then walk away, leaving austin’s world rocked. never had he met someone like you, never has he been this intrigued and captivated by someone.

thank god he found you when he did.

[lqveharrington]

My Wife | A.B.

summary: It was arranged for you and Anthony to marry for convince, but it seems as if the both of you find it much more than just a marriage of convince.

pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

includes: use of she/her pronouns, minimal use of Y/N, kissing, mentions of sex, some angst

a/n: i’ve been watching too much bridgerton and reading too much books to not write about him

After being wed and having one of the best wedding lunches, the new viscountess and Viscount Bridgerton found themselves with a dilemma. Although the two had known each other for quite some time before having to wed, they had not considered how they truly felt for one another. They merely saw each other as close friends through the years. So when their wedding night came �� along with the added nights of their honeymoon — the newly wed couple did not know what was to come of them.

“You mustn’t leave us yet!” Hyacinth wraps her arms around your middle, smiling brightly toward her newest sister-in-law. “I still have so many things I need to ask you and so little time!”

“I’ll be back in a month, Hyacinth.” You press a kiss to her temple and squeeze her in your arms. You tuck one of her curls behind her ear and rub her cheek. “Besides, I’ve seen you grow into an amazing young woman so far, I doubt it’ll change in one month.”

She happily takes the compliment — albeit shyly — and took your hands in her. She swings them by her side and looks at you with all seriousness. “You must promise to be back in a month. No more and no less.”

“I promise.” You give her a soft smile. It wasn’t uncommon for Hyacinth to make you promise such things, she truly loved you even before you were betrothed to her eldest brother. You squeeze her hands gently, giving her a reassuring gaze. “But you must promise me that you’ll tell me all those stories of your adventures when I come back.”

“Of course.” She gives you a bright grin.

You give her an equally bright smile as she wraps her arms around you one last time before letting go, off to bother Gregory. The young Bridgerton boy gave you a hug, murmuring softly about how much he’d miss you before following his younger sister to stand by the front gates. They both were truly lights in the Bridgerton family, and you were happy that they both officially became a siblings to you. Even after practically raising them along side Anthony and Violet.

You move to walk over to the carriage when Eloise rushes over to you, eyes glazed and puffy.

“Eloise?” You stand in front of the young woman, catching her wipe her tears and sniffle. “Are you alright?” You bring a hand up to wipe her tears, giving her a look of remorse.

“I’m not bloody fine.” She sadly chuckled before pulling you into a tight hug. Eloise buried her head into your shoulder, sniffling loudly. “I can’t believe you married my prick brother.”

You quickly embraced the brunette, holding her close as her tears were soaked up by your white dress. You rubbed her back softly, murmuring a quiet response. “I can’t believe you’re crying for me and not Anthony.”

“Like I said, he’s a prick.” Eloise wiped her face with her bare hand, no decorum whatsoever. You handed her a handkerchief, nodding when she thanked you. She glanced back at the carriage awaiting you and Anthony before meeting your eyes again. “When I was younger, I thought that the easiest way for you to become my sister was to marry into the family.”

You listened intently, rubbing her shoulder.

“I didn’t think that you needed to marry after you helped raise us. You were practically family. I guess I never saw Anthony nor Benedict enough to marry such an amazing woman.” She fiddled with the bow at the front of her dress as she explained her thoughts for you. “When you came over one day and told us you were getting married to dear old Anthony… I think I was elated that you would really be our sister.” She looked up at you again. “I was happy that you and him came to your senses and that you would become the new Viscountess.”

Your eyes widened slightly. You forgot that no one else other than Anthony and your father knew that marriage was for convience. That the marriage was for the Bridgerton heir. Quickly, you mask your face. “I’ll let your mama handle being Viscountess for as long as she wants. I still have much to learn about that role.”

“Nonsense, you learned so much about it when you came over to help with Gregory and Hyacinth.” She nudged your side before pulling you into one last hug. “I won’t keep you long because Anthony keeps glaring over, but I truly believe you would be the best Viscountess the ton will ever see.” She pauses and looks over at her mother. “Well, besides mama.”

You shake your head with a playful grin, “I’ll see you in a month, El.”

She smiles softly as you step away to your carriage. You soften your gaze as you look back at her and the rest of the Bridgerton family. They were practically your second family and now they truly were family. You gave them a short curtesy for being a home to you when an arm wrapped around your waist. Without even looking, you knew who was next to you.

“Are you all done with your goodbyes?” Anthony teases, recounting how each of his siblings had a personal farewell from you. “I want my wife back.”

You scrunch your nose at his teasing words as he lays his hand out to help you into the carriage. “Jealous, Viscount Bridgerton?” You steady yourself as you enter the carriage, hand delicately placed in his. You adjust yourself in the carriage, pushing strands of hair off your face.

He squeezes your hand as he takes a seat next to you. He gave you a gentle look, eyes roaming around your face. “I would never be jealous of my siblings. Besides you’re stuck with me, Viscountess Bridgerton.”

You send him a soft smile at his words before waving toward the Bridgerton family once more as the carriage pulled away. You lean your head on Anthony’s shoulder like you usually did when you were younger, keeping your hand in his.

“You know, you don’t need to bow down to them.” Anthony gave a short peck to your head, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

You hum before speaking, “Your family has earned my respect over many years. I owe them at least one bow before I’m officially the Viscountess.”

He continues to rub your hand as he processes your words.

As the trek to Aubrey Hall began, you kept your hands intertwined with Anthony’s the entire time, occasionally one of you squeezing the other’s hand. You spoke mindlessly about the recent books you’ve read or how the visits to the modiste went with his sisters. You honestly did everything to keep your mind off from the impending wedding night that was to fall on the both of you.

And as if he read your mind, Anthony did the same. While he listened intently to your words, he added comments where he deemed it necessary and rubbed soft circles into your hand when he asked for more information. He would also tell his own tales, although they ranged from being drunk with his brothers to filing papers.

The tension between the both of you became apparent as you started to feel warmth lingering on your skin from his touch. It became even more ignited when you saw how he looked at you. He gave you such an amorous gaze, like you hung the stars up just for him.

You arrived at Aubrey Hall during nightfall, the lights outside just being lit by the staff already waiting for the both of you. No matter how many times you saw the place, you marveled at how beautiful it was.

Anthony stepped out of the carriage and dusted himself off before extending his hand for you to take. He led you through the house where the both of you would be staying, your things arriving well before your carriage came.

You let go of Anthony’s hand as you sat in front of the vanity, gently taking your earrings out and your jewelry when you saw him staring at you intensely. You raised a brow and opened your mouth to comment on it when he spoke.

The both of you quietly laughed at the unexpected mixing of your voices. You finished pulling all your jewelry off and stood to face him properly. He nodded for you to go first, taking your hand in his again.

“Anthony…” You say softly and thumb his pulse. “Can I ask you something?”

He hummed and met your eyes, creasing his brows when he saw the hesitation in them. “What is it?”

“I… You…” You pause, looking away and spinning your wedding ring anxiously. You rubbed your face before continuing, slowly meeting his eyes. “Did you truly only agree to marry me for convenience? For an heir to the Bridgerton name?”

Anthony let go of your hand and rubbed his jaw, sighing. “Yes… And no.”

You looked at him in confusion before he spoke again.

“I knew I had to marry someday. I thought it would merely be for an heir, but mother wanted it to be of love since Daphne found her true match.” Anthony chuckled softly at the fond memory of his sister in a now very happy marriage. “I wasn’t too sure how love with someone other than family was supposed to feel like. I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to find someone to marry for love.”

The idea plagued your mind. You never knew what love from a significant other was supposed to feel like either. You knew love from your family and what the Bridgertons’ had shown you.

“I saw how mother was with father when he was still… I never really felt it.” Anthony gazed into your eyes with something you couldn’t place. “Not until recently. You,” He sucked in a small breath before continuing. “You lit up a room whenever you came by and my siblings adored you, I adored you.” He cupped your cheek softly. “There were countless nights where I couldn’t sleep because I knew you were available for any other man of the ton and you only saw me as a friend. A friend from childhood.”

You parted your mouth slightly at the confession, feeling the heat from his hands.

“When your father came up to me and proposed the marriage with you, I thought it couldn’t be bad. I would marry the woman who stuck with me my entire life. I accepted for the convenience of it all, but I truly felt more even before this arrangement was brought up.” Anthony brought his other hand up to your face and stared intently, rubbing the apples of your cheeks.

“What are you…” You trail off as he gives you a look to listen.

“I’m saying I love you, Y/N. With all my heart and soul. You showed me what love was and how it was supposed to feel.” Anthony says before pulling your face to his and capturing your lips.

You let out a small noise of surprise before melting into the kiss, letting your arms wrap behind his neck. He trailed a hand down to your hip and pulled you closer to him as you smiled into the kiss.

Panting, you part from the mind searing kiss and rest your forehead on his, eyes shut. “Anthony?”

Anthony slowly nodded, “Yes?”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again.

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[sunlightgalaxy]

traditions (a.b.)

alex blake x fem!reader

a new home with alex calls for new traditions

warnings: none!

a/n: happy holidays! another re-upload from my old blog <3

(gif is mine)

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“i can’t believe you wanted to get a real tree,” alex huffed, trying to fit the tree through the front door.

“it’s our first christmas living together, alex,” you yelled from behind her, squeezing through the doorway. “we have to make it special.”

you both carried the tree to the living room, and it took some time before you both managed to place it into the stand.

“you make a good point,” she sighed, panting softly. “but we are never getting a real tree again.”

“why not?” you pouted, leaning against her chest and looking up. “tell me you didn’t enjoy going to that little christmas tree farm and picking one out.”

“i did, darling,” she smiled, looking into your eyes softly. “what i didn’t enjoy was stuffing it into the car and bringing it inside.”

“okay, that’s fair,” you laughed. “but, if we’re going to get a fake tree next year, can it be really big?”

alex grinned, leaning down to kiss you softly. “we’ll talk about it when the time comes, sweetheart,” she smiled. “but right now, i think we have a tree to decorate.”

together, the two of you carried down boxes of ornaments and decorations you had stored in the attic; some from your childhood, some from hers. popping open one of the boxes, you pulled out a bundle of lights and looked up at alex. “can you help with these?”

“of course,” she grinned. working quickly, you were both able to wrap the lights around properly, and it actually turned out well.

walking over to the box with your name on it, you grabbed a few ornaments and began to hang them around the tree. alex walked over, holding one against her hand. “where’s this one from?”

“oh, that’s from my mom from when i was younger,” you explained. “she had this tradition of getting me an ornament each year.”

“oh my god, that’s adorable,” she murmured, smiling softly. “my parents did something similar, but it was a family one each year.”

“hang some up with me,” you grinned, dragging alex over to the boxes. she smiled at you, taking a few and hanging them up. as the night progressed, your tree began to become covered in ornaments, connecting your childhood with alex’s.

once you both were done, you flopped onto the couch. resting your head on alex’s lap, you sighed happily. the tree was exactly how you imagined it would be, better even. “wait, one second,” alex said suddenly, gently moving you off of her lap and walking towards your room. “there’s an ornament we forgot to hang up.”

“no there isn’t,” you called out, confused. “the boxes are empty.”

“this one is new,” alex beamed, handing you a small box. looking up and then down again, you carefully opened the box, gasping softly when you saw what was inside.

there was a small ornament of a house, one that had a striking resemblance to your own. on the top read, “alex & y/n, the first of many together.”

“we can get an ornament together each year,” alex said quietly. “it’ll be our christmas tradition.”

“oh my god,” you murmured, looking at alex. “it’s perfect.”

“well, then let’s hang it up,” alex whispered, taking your hand. together, you placed the ornament on the tree, front and center.

“i love it,” you smiled, leaning into alex’s arms. “thank you alex, i love you.”

“i love you more, y/n ,” she murmured, kissing you softly, the light from the tree illuminating your faces.

it really was the first of many. you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with alex.

[skyrigel]

Hey Rigel I love ur work like so much 💓 can I request Anthony bridgerton where he is getting married and realises his love his y/n or smth similar with him getting jealous and angry when y/n and Benedict or colin fake date like tht or anything if this doesn't make sense 😭

Enchanted | A.B x you

Pairing: Anthony bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict x fem!reader x colin ( platonic) wc - 3.8k

Synopsis: When Aubreyton's CEO strikes a match with Miss Edwina sharma, because she's nice and kind and witty, ofcourse nothing could go wrong, except you have feelings for Anthony.

Warning :CEO! Anthony x assistant! reader, Asshole! Anthony, Benedict x sophie, Polin, bridgerton's chaotic dynamic, reader and Benedict share one brain cell that's mostly with you, alcohol, fake marriage( Anthony and reader), social media au, office au, modern setting, forced proximity, jealousy jealousy, mutual pinning, fluffy fluff, bit angst, arranged marriage, bit Collen Hoover bashing but it's a joke ( maybe not ) no Edwina bashing, scary Kate sharma, yes!!! ( Might add more later )

" Your brother is an idiot." You said, gritting your teeth as your mail blew with applicants, beautiful young ladies with peculiar yet remarkable talents.

" That." Benedict catched the grape midair with his mouth," we know of." He added with a cocky grin.

" Read another ! " Colin peppered, stealing your cookies which you ignored, sighing as you opened another mail.

" Tiana Young, twenty-one, I like to read, write and sing, my favourite author is Collen Hoover—" Benedict snorted, " —I like children and hope to be a mother, I am very soft spoken and good natured, my neighbours call me Ti, because I am a tea kinda person—"

" What's a tea kinda person ? " Colin bited the smuggled cookie, Benedict pulled the remaining to his side hastily, you felt your appetite long gone.

" It's like...they are like tea..." Benedict said, more in doubt as he looked for affirmation.

" Like milk tea or another tea ? " You asked, perhaps tea could takeaway your headache.

" What's an another tea ? " Colin's hand began to pull the tray, Benedict frowned but said nothing, taking one hurriedly and breaking it into two parts, offering you the bigger one.

" No thank-you, let me fix this Tiana's appointment." You exhaled, copy pasting a paragraph how (un) grateful you were to her for reaching out, she would soon have her appointment date and bla bla bla.

" I knew my brother was workholic but this wife hunting thingy is so exhausting." Benedict wiggled his eyebrows, you knew he was being kind but he wasn't helping at all.

" It would have been over if his requirements weren't so high, like he's not looking for a wife but some utopian woman god has yet to create ! " You were ranting, you knew, but this was the only way you could stop yourself from punching Anthony for putting you into this misery.

" Why can't he just fall in love ? " Colin looked at you and Benedict seriously, his mouth covered in crumbs, " Come on, love is like...like a force to be reckoned with ! " He beamed, ofcourse it was a force, didn't Penelope wrote something smiliary in her latest book, you somehow felt your heart shuddering, what would happen if Anthony were to be in love, some intelligent, beautiful woman, some utopian goddess of his, you didn't like the idea one bit, so you laughed it off.

" Brother in love ? " Benedict was in stitches, banging his palm on the table, shaking few very important papers that laid without any significance. They will be probably used as napkin if you weren't there.

" It's not funny." Colin got up, taking his coat, he rolled his eyes when Benedict refused to stop laughing, you shaked your head helplessly as another mail popped up, Jasmine had written a essay about global peace and increasing capatilism, you groaned, damn you Anthony bridgerton!

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" Good evening Anthony." You tapped save on your screen as Anthony entered the office, a beak of sweat trickling down his neck line, okay, someone got either fired or roasted down to their very existence, you preferred the former.

" Good evening y/n." He looked up at you, he worried his jaw to say more but decided against it as he settled on his chair, it was very comfy and very big, years of working with him but you couldn't fathom the courage to ever have a taste, perhaps Benedict would help, maybe then.

" There are twelve appointments I have scheduled for tomorrow, Miss Becka—"

" Cancel them."

" What ?! " You almost shouted, you didn't waste your whole day to adjust and fit these pretty woman according to the time and weather and place and Anthony's mood so nothing went wrong, did he just said cancel them like it was nothing, this—

" We are going out Tommorow, it might take all day so cancel them." Anthony ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled sharply, your brain short circuited at the words more and more made some meaning, we ?! Did he, for heaven's sake said we ?

" You and me ? " You blurted and lowered your gaze when his eyes snapped to you, a deep color blazed your nose as you fiddled with your skirt.

" Yes, me and you." He confirmed and you could swore, that was a smile, a small, thin, almost unrecognisable on his always stern face, but that was a smile.

" Why ? " You closed your laptop, tucking the strands of your hair that usually came out after a long day, behind you ear.

Anthony pressed a key and it beeped, he shifted his face to you, thinking that he was almost frowning and finally, he said with a neutral face.

" I have found a match." His face gave nothing away, " Miss Edwina will be most suitable for marriage." He said it like it wasn't his marriage he was talking about, " she's very graceful and witty and would make a amiable wife and a kind loving mot—"

" Right." You snapped mid course, his mouth was hanging open with words lost in void, you knew very well Miss Edwina was a fine young lady, she was beautiful and kind and sharp at wits, ofcourse this ended your torment or perhaps began another, but not now, you needed to think.

" I..I promised Benedict for dinner. " You muttered, feeling your whole body numb as you stumbled out of your seat, Anthony watched, something glazed in his eyes but you couldn't place it, you might if you looked longer but you had no courage left now. You were almost at the glassy door, he was watching you intently and you felt his gaze burn at your back.

" You like my brother quite very much." He startled you, you paused, heart beats echoing through your throat. It was like he was accusing you, almost jabbing his finger on your chest. What does that mean ?

" What could I say ? He's very amiable." You turned to smile at him, it trembled on your lips and Anthony scoffed slightly, mouth curving in disdain but it was gone as soon as it crossed his face. Damn you !

" Have a nice day sir." You closed the door behind you, covering your face as a muffled scream cut through your cartilage.

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" Miss Edwina ?! " Benedict almost screamed as you narrowed your eye sternly at him, he lowered his voice in a whisper, ducking his head down towards you, " sorry but Miss Edwina ?! "

" I know, I know." You swigged another gulp of the dizzy bubbling liquid that will give you a terrible headache tommorow but right now, you just wanted this uneasiness feeling to go away.

" Didn't her scary sister vowed to ruin him or something like that ? " Benedict licked his thumb, eye's watering at the spice, you loved this place's Chole bhature very much, last time Benedict cried when he accidentally bited the green masala filled chilly.

" Yeah, she refused to take ahead the Mayfair deal, or something like that, not that it would ruin anything and—" You sighed, leaning back your head as the soft music tickled your senses.

" What ? " You heard his faint murmur.

" Well Anthony was right, as soon as our team announced his engagement, ofcourse not revealing the bride, he's well trending—"

" He's always trending." Benedict groaned, chugging water as his lips were swollen with spiced heat.

" Yes, but not for thirsty things, i meant that Aubreyton is trending and our shares are touching the sky and it's a whole profitable season ahead." You ended breathlessly, you stared at him for full second before both your eye's crinkled with smiles and laughter that came from your hearts, it lightened the air somehow as well as your heart.

" You do remember I am part of the executive board ? " Benedict tilted his head with a warm smile and you shaked your head, feeling tipsy.

" Like you do anything except torment me and poor Colin ! " You pouted, feeling your cheeks flush as Benedict threw his head back and laughed.

" Poor Colin ? " He cooed, " he's probably getting laid tonight." He added with a wink, you slapped his shoulder nervously.

" Penelope replied ? "

" Ofcourse, my dear little brother wrote a whole ass three page message, with a picture of all her books that too hardcover and first editions."

" Wow." You said, impressed, Colin was head over heels, it was only a matter of time since the dazzling author knew.

" And what of Miss Beckett ? " You wiggled your eyebrows like Benedict did when he teased you, he turned a beetroot red as he fumbled with the last contents of his glass.

" She refused for a live in relationship." He said, his face grew sad and you mentally winced for putting him there.

" Oh." You nodded, Sophia lived with her evil mother who liked to see her suffer and she was, afterall, too good of a girl.

" Benedict..." You whispered when he closed his eyes softly, hiding his face behind his palms.

" I am not crying." He was. He sniffed as a few heads turned towards the pair of you, many with sympathy, probably thinking you had refused to marry him or something.

" Hey, hey, hey..." You pulled yourself as you dizzily tripped over to his side, wrapping your arms around him as he melted in your embrace.

" She doesn't understand..." He said it so muffled that it was unable to make out what he said, but you understood it anyway.

" She will, she loves you so much." You kissed his head and he nodded, tears streaking your shirt as he finally emerged with red, sticky face and puppy bright eyes.

" I think i drank too much." He admitted, you nodded, feeling yourself floating too.

" Let's call a cab, we shouldn't drive." You suggested, fiddling with cash as you payed the bill, leaving good tip for the teenager waiter, who smiled kindly at every inner joke Benedict shot.

" Uh huh." He focused hard on his phone, sticking his tongue out like he did when he was really, really drunk and or just really, felt the need to, or he was about to do something stupid, which he did.

Twelve minutes later, Anthony bridgerton was standing outside the restaurant with a heavy frown and it was strange to see him in normal clothes, like that grey t-shirt felt odd yet gorgeous and those sweatpants, you were way too drunk, you realised.

" You'll make a fine gentleman." Anthony curted his mouth, his words dripped with sarcasm that you and Benedict were too drunk to catch on.

" Thankyou, the cab idea was mine." He said smugly, ducking out when you smacked his ass with your purse, Anthony watched with wide eyes.

" Liar." You jabbed at him, he started to giggle and stumbled, taking you along before Anthony grabbed you by the waist and pulled you away from him, Benedict winked at you when Anthony closed his eyes, frustration or whatever that dazed him, his touch was electrifying, like current jostling in water.

Anthony pulled away his arms from you, his eyes strained like it pained him just the same it hurt you.

" You are wasting my time brother, get in the car." He glared, " come." He said to you, his gaze softened but that could be alcohol, you weren't reliable narrator especially when it was Anthony bridgerton.

" Well you could have refused." Benedict ran and sprawled inside like a bear, covering the whole back seat with his wasted body.

" Yes well, I didn't come for y—" he clamped his mouth in a thin line, nerve twitching on his forehead as he breathed hard, eyeing you as you ran after Benedict's seat thievery, you opened the door and his head almost snapped when he looked up you, it was a nauseous enough to make you vomit.

" Move." You pulled his hair, in no hell you will sit in the front seat, not like you haven't, but you were drunk and you were angry and you hated Anthony and you wished so much to just, to just, just once, once just, kiss him hard, that's alcohol, bloody alcohol.

" Leave this idiot." Anthony was suddenly behind you, he touched your elbow with same electric touch, guiding you to the empty front seat as he opened the door, you could feel Benedict wiggling his eye, you will deal with this bastard later.

" I was thinking—" Benedict started, once Anthony started driving, he was shut real quick when Anthony glared with words.

" Stop thinking." Anthony rolled the steering wheel and you looked away, those veins taunted and lured you, it was maddening and the streets were much dull and undistracting.

Benedict giggled at something he probably said in his head, you chuckled when he burped, he did too, only Anthony didn't.

" Don't you have a date tommorow with Mr. Dorset ? " Benedict craned his neck to get a view of you, two Bridgerton's eyes were too much to take as you thought hard, well yes a date, with Mr. Dorset, yes, you did remember.

" Ofcourse." You said, Anthony drifted a turn that jerked your head forward and you would have got a concussion if it wasn't his big palm that came for rescue.

" Are you okay ? " He asked, slowing down the car as his fingers pushed you back until the back of your head was pressed against the seat.

" Yeah." You confirmed, nothing was more threatening than his touch. He should bloody know that.

" Are you okay ? " Benedict mimicked and you realised he was down there, squashed on the car floor, his face hidden somewhere.

Anthony ignored him as his expressions hardened, he was breathing hard as he worried his lips, thinking and thinking.

" You do know it might take all day." Anthony finally said and you cocked your head to his side, you were drunk and well, sleepy too.

" What ? Well, it's a dinner date." You assured, Mr. Dorset wasn't letting go and a Thai curry wouldn't hurt anyway.

" Yes well, it might be very late." He was frowning now, his eyes were on the road but he would glance between nano seconds.

" Really ? " You pouted, you were way too gone now, it didn't matter, Anthony's eyes stopped at your lips and when he looked up, something changed, like it must have changed a long ago but it's colours were only visible now, like moon hiding behind the clouds, beaming but not seen and when it's finally high, hanging at sky, you blinked, expecting it to be gone, like everything, but when you opened your eyes, it was still there, as clear as ever, shimmering at you. That's alcohol, bloody alcohol.

" Yes.." Anthony gulped hard, pulling at Benedict's apartment, how much he wanted sophie to built a home with him, soon, you thought, soon.

" Oi y/n, I think I found your lipstick." Benedict hopped up, his face had lines where because he didn't bother to get up once he had fallen, with a shade that you never used in your whole lifetime, Anthony looked away when you tried to catch his eyes.

" That's not mine." You said, feeling anger creep up your neck, not knowing why, it's not that you were the only one who sat in his car and ofcourse you weren't his girlfriend, you weren't his friend even, he was your boss, you were his assistant, that's it, that's fucking it, you really wanted to punch his face, that's bloody alcohol, you would never drink again.

" Benedict, my brother." Anthony took the lipstick away which Benedict was trying to apply on himself, " get the fuck out."

" Goodbye to you too brother." He leaned to smooch Anthony when he hastily pulled away, growling.

" Bye bye sweetheart." Benedict smooched your cheek then and his lips only touched your warm skin before Anthony pushed him back in the back seat, it was, kinda rough.

" You are drunk." He told Benedict who shrugged, blinking heavily.

"He always kissed me goodbye." You glared at Anthony, this freaking bastard, chew on your lipstick, Idiot. You leaned down to kiss Benedict's cheek and he giggled softly, eyes locked with Anthony, his wide bastard grin flashing, glittering as Anthony eye rolled.

When Benedict was dropped, it was your turn, Anthony stared ahead like a statue, you were suffering in your own head.

The silence became heavy in air as the music was either tragic or too loud for your head and Anthony sensed the discomfort, turning it off altogether.

" What are we going to do actually? Venue deciding or something." You finally spoke, remembering how much you stared and stared when the article popped up, Anthony bridgerton looking for a wife !! You remembered the qualification list, should be well spoken, should be linguistic, should want kids, should be family loving, should be this, should be that, should have good enough hips to bear a child like what ?!

You remembered days and days when he would have his appointments, yes appointments, most of times he was out within five minutes, a frown on his face.

" She doesn't know algebra." He said one time when he came out within two minutes and you shrugged, well algebra was hard afterall.

And now Miss Edwina had ended all your miseries and torture, no lists, no more algebra's and Collen Hoover's, nothing of that anymore, Anthony would be a husband soon and perhaps he would love her, or already love her, he was so determined even when Kate sharma threatened to cut deals with Aubreyton if didn't stop sending flowers, well that was your doing, sending flowers because it was your idea, but well, it didn't matter.

" Well not the venue, but wedding ring and wedding dresses, Mother say we match and cake tasting and flowers—" we.

" When's the wedding ? " You looked at him scornfully, Anthony's eyes lowered at you as he stopped the car.

" Next week." Fuck you Anthony!

" Shouldn't you decide that with Miss Edwina herself ? " You were glad, but you had this feeling that he would be taken away from you, once married, he might not be yours, he was never yours, but still, why not start now ?

He frowned like it wasn't the most sensible and obvious thing.

" I..." He hesitated, " Miss Edwina might not want to go, since the wedding is too near and also, to keep it a private engagement."

" Oh." You didn't get a thing, your mind wasn't working as Anthony leaned down to open your door, you freezed, only your heart thudded loudly, could he hear ? What he did to you, well it wouldn't surprise you if he knew and still chose to torture your poor soul. " Why not state it publicly ? "

" I can't deal with the fanfictions." He said in matter of factly way. " And paparazzi giving Edwina trouble." Don't say her name, don't.

" Fanfictions ?! " You laughed so loud that he actually stopped thinking whatever he was, and just looked at you, as if taking in every detail, savouring them, drinking every bit of you in, he looked like he was mesmerized but that was just alcohol, just your silly heart, just you, who had read all those one shots, about you and him, ofcourse you weren't going to admit it and ofcourse you would be quite dammed if you ever saw Anthony getting shipped with Edwina Sharma, they are getting married in a week idiot, yes, but not today, not now, later, when it was time, please, not now. Later, now he was yours.

" You have a good choice either way." He was, for no reason, walking you to your door, you remembered how Benedict was practically kicked out earlier, he would tease you so much if you were to ever tell him.

" Oh please." You chuckled, rubbing your hands together in the chilly air, " I gifted Benedict onesies on his birthday."

Anthony smiled, it didn't leave his face until he caught you staring and you noticed how different he looked, when those lines were of joy instead of worry, he looked young and his boyishness made your heart do cartwheels.

" That was just a joke." He amused, " wasn't it ? " His smile faltered when you shaked your head in a no, fumbling for you keys.

" It wasn't so bad." Anthony said, somewhat traumatised, " Benedict wore them anyway."

" It had penguins ! " You cringed at the memory, a drunkish Polaroid like, blurred and saturated, it was vivid but just like yesterday, Anthony didn't dance until you were both so drunk, perhaps he smiled back than too, and looked just as dazzling.

" You are good y/n." Anthony said sincerely, " stop being mean to yourself." You opened the door but your hands freezed at the doornob, why Anthony had to cut the right wires, why he had to upside down your whole world ?

" Well, same to you Anthony." You said, he lingered on the doorway more than he should, it was alcohol, it really, really was but no amount of gaslighting could blur the memory away, you always remembered how brave you were that night when you leaned down, one step not much, and placed a small, chaste kiss, just a brush of your lips against his blazing skin. A touch to his soul, it sparkled and rose and busted into a thousand orbs and sprinkled like glitters on you and him.

" Good night." You whispered, Anthony stared, too stunned to say anything, then he smiled, small and enchanting.

" Good night y/n." His smile stayed.

[tommydarlings]

'till death do us apart | a.b

pairing: husband!austin x wife!reader

warnings: none

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austinbutler gave you my hand, my heart and finally my last name ❤️ I love you 'till death do us apart y/n butler, that’s what I’ll promised you in church and what I’ll promise you now. ❤️❤️

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y/n_butler ❤️❤️❤️

carterjenkins congrats man! 🎉

austinbutler thanks cj!

ashleytisdale BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!! thank you for letting me be a part of that wonderful day!! 🥹

bazzzzyluuuuhrman344 I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE PICTURES OH MY GOD-

lizzycazzy The things I would have done so I could have been at their wedding 😭

bradypeoq @lizzycazzy SAME 😭😭

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ashleytisdale I can’t tell you in words how thankful I am to know you and be able to call you my best friend! 💕 wish you and austin the best, you two truly deserve it! 🥹💖

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y/n_butler You’re gonna make me cry ash!! 😭 thank you so much for standing by my side during that special day 🥹💛 love you to bits 🫶🤍🤍

austinbutler love the picture 🤍

sassylydia00 ASHLEY AND Y/N's FRIENDSHIP IS SO SWEET 😭🫶

ashleytisdalefan19 @sassylydia00 FR, BEST FRIENDSHIP IN HOLLYWOOD!! 😭😭💖💖

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y/n_butler finally able to change my last name on here! 🤭😆 so thankful for all these girls staying by my side during this utterly beautiful day! 🥹🤎 you were the best!!!

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ashleytisdale 💕🥹🫶 butler suits you better honey!! 🤭

zendaya thank you so much for inviting me and Tom and ashley is right!, butler definitely does suit you better! 😆🤍🤍

sydney_sweeney still in total awe with your dress, Mrs. Butler!! 😭🫶 (as you can see in the third picture…) 😅🤭

tomholland2013 hopefully you and austin will be invited to z's and mine wedding soon!! 😌

zendaya @tomholland2013 did you just ask me to marry you over the comment section of y/n_butler's beautiful Instagram post about her wedding?

y/n_butler I hope he didn’t…

austinbutler @y/n_butler me too, to be honest, Listen @tomholland2013 don’t do that man…

Dallaskoosa WILL THERE BE A ZENDAYA HOLLAND SOON?!?!?!

tinalovvi IMAGINE TOM AND ZENDAYA MARYING AND AUSTIN AND Y/N BUTLER GET INVITED AND WE GET FEED WITH HOLLAND AND BUTLER WEDDING CONTENT!!! 😭🥹😭

harryholland not my brother being in his spoiling era again 🤦🏻‍♂️

lifeisaloha my mate is not only spoiling movies, I see… 🤨🙄

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bazluhrmann what an experience to see my boy getting married to the love of his life! 🥹🥹 never seen you happier, aus!! 💙 you two deserve all the love you get 🤍🤍🤍

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austinbutler love you, baz 💙🤍

y/n_butler best dancer on the dancefloor 😆🤎

austinbutler @y/n_butler excuse me? I thought that I was the best dancer, sweetheart???

y/n_butler don’t take it personal Mr.Butler…

austinbutler But I actually do Mrs. Butler…

bazluhrmann Shushh, lovebirds. We don’t want y/n to have to take her old last name back, right austin?

austinbutler never, I’m never gonna let her go and let her change her last name, not in a million years.

jellyfish556 AWWWWW 😭😭

sarahmiller SCREAMING-

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butler!news Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s official! We got a new Butler in the house!! Big congrats to Austin and Y/n Butler to finally throwing the wedding of a lifetime and sharing some of their most beautiful and special moments with us!! 🤩 pshh 🤫 you can find more pictures and videos of their wild and lovely wedding if you click on the first link on our profile! 😆😆 and for now, please enjoy how Austin butler is looking with a wide and stunning smile at his gorgeous new wife y/n butler! 😍🥰

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elvisfan4ever LOVE HOW HE'S SMILING AT HER 😭😭🫶🫶

y/nbutlerfan44 you see how happy he is, I think I’ve never seen him smiling that widely :‚)

hannah-spenn prettiest Hollywood couple imo 🤭🥰

austin_elvis1999 If they should get a child one day, then it'll be the most beautiful kid in the entire world, that’s for sure

elvisfan4ever @austin_elvis1999 Imagine being able to say that you're parents are y/n and austin butler 😭🥹

y/nbutlerfan44 @elvisfan4ever OMG, RIGHT-

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[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

🔥- 18+/Mature | ☔- Sad

Scream

Lovers Lane (C.M.M) 🔥

@msgorillagripcoochie's About You Fic (C.M.M)

@n-slayaaaaa's Calls I Can't Make Fic 1 2 3 (E.L) | (C.M.M) 🔥

DC Comics

Knight Wolf and Little Robin (J.T)

Lost Cause (J.T)

Control (C.K)

@tinkerbelle05's Maybe We'll Get Through This (J.R)

@asonofpeter's Where You Go Masterlist (J.R)🔥

@oneshots-heaven's The Motel Room Masterlist (D.G)

Vampire Diaries | Originals | Legacies

The Original Daughter (E.M)

Cursed Witch (K.M) 🔥

Damon's Daughter (D.S)

Avatar

@avatarkv

@cryinginthemoonpool's A Forgotten Birthday ☔ (Sully Family)

Harry Potter

Infinity (F.W) 🔥

Evermore (S.S) 🔥

Endgame (S.S) 🔥

Stranger Things

Ho Hey (E.M)

Julie & The Phantoms

Somethin Stupid (R.P)

Boy Meets World

Capsize (S.H)

Oscar Issac + Characters

@melodygatesauthor (O.I)

@sweetly-yours-and-mine (O.I)

@bastardmandennis's Pretty When You Cry (J.L) 🔥

@ivystoryweaver's With You Masterlist (Moon Knight System)

@mooooonnnzz's Miguel O'hara & Daughter Action 1, 2, 3, 4 (M.O)

Moondust (Moon Knight System)

@m00nsbaby's Why Won't You Love Me? (Moon Knight System)☔

@lockleysfav's Haze (M.O)🔥

@januaryembrs's Last Knight In SOHO Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@bastardmandennis's Even If It's A False God (M.S)🔥

@ohmystaxk's Goodbye, My Dear Stranger Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@alwritey-aphrodite's I'll Be Back Again To Stay Masterlist (S.G)🔥

Marvel

Pistol (H.B)

Freaks | Runaways | Heroes | Humans (P.M)

@anonymousewrites's Portal To My Heart Masterlist (L.L)

Shadow & Bone

Stain of Red (The Darkling)

@midnightlilium's Reborn Masterlist (The Darkling) 🔥☔ * Not as explicit as other content on this app*

@kasagia's I'll Be Back For You Fic 1 2 (The Darkling) | (K.B)

@moonlightgrisha's Moon Summoner Masterlist (The Darkling)

Actors

@yawneneteyam's All Things Connected Masterlist (J.F)

@babybluebex's Bad Idea, Right? (J.Q) 🔥

IT

@anxiouslymalicious's Losers Club Plus One Masterlist (R.T)

New Girl

A Summer's Day (N.M) 🔥

Bridgerton

@bosbas's Love In Bloom Masterlist (B.B)

@nikkisheep's To Be Alone With You series (A.B) 🔥 1 2 3

@bellatrixscurls's Arranged Marriage (A.B) 🔥

@bellatrixscurls's Exquisite Weather Today, No? (A.B) 🔥1

@fayes-fics's A Beneficial Arrangement (A.B) 🔥

@marwritesgood's Illicit Affairs (A.B) 🔥

@dreamwritesimagines's Enamored Masterlist (A.B)

The Second Born Bridgerton & The Second Born Bridgerton's Wife (B.B)

@homeofthepeculiar's I Know You So Well Masterlist (B.B)🔥

Criminal Minds

@dr-spencer-reids-queen's Criminal Minds Series Rewrite Masterlist (S.R)

@fortheloveofwonderland's Me & You & Everyone We Know - Masterlist (S.R)🔥

Jensen Ackles + Characters

@zepskies's Take Me Home Masterlist (B.A)

@zepskies's Masterlist (Jensen + Characters)

@luci-in-trenchcoats's Home Sweet Not Home (J.A)

@lamentationsofalonelypotato's You Call It Madness But I Call It Love Masterlist (S.B)

@anundyingfidelity's Blood, Sweat, & Tears (B.B/S.B)🔥

@syrma-sensei's Hush Hush Behind The Shield (S.B)🔥

@anundyingfidelity's I'm A Ruin 1, 2, 3 (S.B)🔥

@wayward-dreamer's Pillow Talk (S.B)🔥

@princessmisery666's Please Don't Leave (J.A)

The Rookie

@xxchumanixx's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/J.N)

@chiefdirector's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/Chenford)

@fluentmoviequoter's Rookie Masterlist (T.B)

Percy Jackson Series

@woodlandwrites's Mind Over Matter (L.C)

[sophieswundergarten]

My List of "Receipts" for the TMBS December Comment Challenge!!

Thank you so much for organizing this, @mahpotatoequeen!

I'm actually kind of impressed with myself that I only missed a few days!!

December 1st: Something Old

Milligan & Baby Kate art by @pumpkinthistle

The Mysterious Benedict Society art by @waffleswithketchup

"Dollars to Donuts" by wendalah1

December 2nd: Something New

"waiting it out" by @lotsofsq

Baby Kate and Chicken art by @pumpkinthistle

"Brand" by MusicalFangirl00193

December 3rd: Something Blue

"you're going too fast, you'll burn up soon" by @oflightningandstars

December 4th: Remarkable Reynie Muldoon

"The Wizard and the Beanstalk" by @fandom-queen-13

Reynie Muldoon art by @pumpkinthistle

December 5th: Treasure Trove

"nights like these" by @plentyghosts

"Some Choice Words" by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

December 6th: Diamond in the Rough

"Finally Found" by mysterious_ro (roro_owo)

"The Stonetown Halloween Festival" by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs

December 7th: Clever Constance Contraire

"Ten Years of Constance Contraire" by @myfairkatiecat

"Lifeline" by @mvshortcut

"Wrapped around her little finger" by StrivingOnward

December 8th: Floorboard Feast

"It's still raining." by @plentyghosts

December 9th: It's On My List!

"The Sun in One's Eyes" by @phtalogreenpoison

December 10th: Stupendous Sticky Washington

"The Interview" by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs

December 11th: Share the Love!

"A Particular Plaid (Podfic)" by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

December 12th: A Barrel of Laughs

Kermit Mr. Benedict art by @jukio8o

December 13th: Kickin' It With Kate Wetherall

"ring of fire" by @bi-demon-ium

December 14th: Your Cup Of Cocoa

Card Games art by @jukio8o

December 15th: Crossover Craze

"Ellipsis" by @what-beautiful-tragedies-we-are

December 16th: Marvelous Milligan

Milligan & Kate art, Milligan & the kids art, Milligan, Kate, & Moocho art by @deeskip

December 17th: We've had one breakfast, yes…

"of scarecrows, sunshine, and curses" by @mahpotatoequeen

December 18th: Galaxy Brain

"Time and a Half" by @mvshortcut

December 19th: Rockin' It with Rhonda Kazembe

Rhonda Kazembe art, Rhonda Kazembe Sunflower art by @defloress

Rhonda Kazembe art by @pumpkinthistle

December 20th: Going DEEP

"the learning curve" by @mahpotatoequeen

December 21st: Once Upon A Time…

"The Best Man" by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

December 22nd: Notable Number Two

"Food for Thought" by @phtalogreenpoison

December 23rd: Neurodivergent BAMFS

"I can feel all my bones coming back and I'm craving motion" by @oflightningandstars

December 24th: Friendship Power!

"You can sneak through the window if you like (I won’t pay attention but I won’t mind)" by @crow-in-springtime

December 25th: Nice Ol' Nicholas Benedict

"Overgrown Thickets and Gardening Tools" by @mollyhats

December 26th: A Work In Progress

"Cirque des Étoiles" by @oflightningandstars

December 27th: Into the Benedict Verse

"these hollow bones" by @mahpotatoequeen

A.B. Moore art by @cptnwynnie

December 28th: Villains Need Love Too Initiative (Curtain)

"It Should Have Been Us" by @nobodysdaydreams

"All It Takes Is Once" by @heyitsthatonesmolgay

December 29th: Comment Spree!

"The Psychic File" by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs

December 30th: SQ Enthusiast

S.Q. Plush by @lotsofsq

S.Q. art, S.Q. & Mr. Benedict art by @cptnwynnie

December 31st: Family? Found!

"Nicholas Benedict's Home For Misfits" by @fandom-queen-13

"To Catch Lightning in a Bottle" by StormLeviosa

[spoonfulofmilo]

Could you do SMAU for James Vowles with wife bookish!reader? She has always been looking around the paddock with a book. Whenever she goes, there is always one with her. She always liked sharing online what she was reading and wanted to normalize it. The internet is always talking and discussing what book she should read next. As for James, he always supports her hobby as long as she is at his side. Just fluff and cute. So, that's it. Add anything you want to it. I don't mind them. Thanks!! :)))

as a bookworm, I loved writing this fic! and so i hope y'all love reading it

if you want to participate in my 300 followers event, look here :)

my masterlist can be accessed here

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

AND - if you ever want a part 2 of any of my fics, just ask, and maybe have a vague idea of what you want to occur in the second part and i will gladly help

james vowles x bookish!reader

3 stars

The story of this book was good, however, I had to disregard many other issues in order to stay in sync with it. It started off with many grammatical errors despite it decreasing later on in the novel, it affected the narrative overall. There were redundant phrases that made some parts of the story seem dragged on. I believe the book could have been shorter, a lot shorter than 190 pages. There was no shock factor or suspense in it; maybe because the whole story was already written *on the back of the book*. 🙃

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio, but thank you bahrain for an amazing time. And thank you james for helping me buy all these books.

‘But there is never a day i stop loving you’ - Love letters by ezana Salgado

1 star

There's such a thing as ethereal "dreamy" (A.B. Yehoshua's "The Lover"), and there is incoherency. I don't fault the author entirely in this work, but I suspect it has been overly reworked by an overexcited English-language collaborator with a "bursting-the-seams" exuberance to evoke the Arabian culture that this novel loses the reader. The introduction section gives a glimpse of how much facelift is performed while tweaking the novel into English. There are surely better works to get a closer look at this fascinating locale and time period.

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio. Thanks Saudi Arabia for an awesome time, even if this book was not it. And thank you to james who will listen to all my rants about books that he paid for that i hated.

‘If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star - late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, i’d be soaring in flight.’ - thirteen reasons why

2 stars

Pedestrian. The writing, the story, the characters all just too pedestrian. There was nothing that lifted this book in to the realm of interesting, or even 'mildly interesting'. It's the sort of book I keep in the glove compartment of my car. I know I'm never going to read it but there is always the possibility 

especially with the vehicles I drive of being stuck with a broken-down truck or a road block with nothing to read. That sort of book.

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio. I mean a good thing I guess is that we had the entire flight for me to ignore my husband and read.

‘What am i to you…you are every hope i’ve ever had in human form’ - milk and honey by rupi kaur

4 stars

well that was just lovely.

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio. I love Japan and I love Japanese books, now let’s try and get my husband to like Japan.

‘I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.’ - notting hill

5 stars

THAT ENDING THOUGH!!!!

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio. Thank you China. And thank you for having authors who write books as amazingly as Chloe Chong.

‘You’re worth the wait’ - happily ever after

3 stars

I like Joy Harjo a lot, by which I guess I mean I have read two of her poems and think about them frequently and also I like the idea of who she is, and I thought this was nice and I like the way she uses language but it did not make me realize things about my own life which is what really gets me going from memoirs

Read the rest of my review from the link in my bio. I wanted to try and read a book that James would read, so he picked this one and it was okay.

‘Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of everyone else’ - twisted hate by ana huang

taglist: @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @pear-1206

[areweinloveorlonely]

Hello Dear Friend,

A stranger I will never get to meet, A stranger who in a crowd full of intelligence you have decided to take notice in me.

I do not know you nor has your existence ever crossed my mind.

Your existence that I never thought possible in this new world where I feel powerless

But after tonight I find you as beautiful and as remarkable as the moon and stars. I am grateful.

Thank you for shedding some hope and acquaintance, to be regarded and seen as a fellow writer when all I have ever thought about is my failure.

I have failed to be the poet that I aspire to be, many moons without any lines worth writing. Forgotten rhymes, i’ve become lacklustre.

Reaching the limit of feeling emotionless with voluntary imprisonment to the generation of digital devices.

You my friend, freed me. I am grateful.

Now knowing the possibilities, I aim to hone my poems and new ideas to reborn my thoughts of feelings.

Me who used to feel so much, write so much, and yet create such small whimpers or hums.

To be so boisterous yet voiceless but in these 4 corners of the world. I am me, I am free, and I feel it all.

And thus from now on I will say it all, proudly, loudly.

You my friend, my stranger, gave me back my voice.

I am grateful.

A.b

6.9.24 11:58pm

[ask-felix-aberg]

A grumpy-looking owl dropped a package on Felix's head and landed on the Swede's desk with a loud whistle.

A small box with the inscription "for the sweetest persimmon" is wrapped in plain dark blue paper and tied with a purple ribbon with a dried thistle flower attached under the bow.

Two identical vials and a neatly folded note can be found inside.

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hello again, smulpaj.

thanks for the pastries, the elves and i enjoyed it, but i am not writing to you to praise your baking skills. (not today at least)

by the golden color of the contents of the vials, you could already guess what kind of potion it is. if not, it is the so-called liquid luck, Felix Felicis.

one is in return for the pastries and the basket (and because i hate being in debt), the other is a gift because i feel extra generous this holiday season.

you can give your note for me to my owl or just open the window and let her out if you have nothing to say. her name is Tato and she bites.

that is all.

A.B.

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A sudden thud to his head jolted Felix from his thoughts. "Vad i all världen…" he muttered, rubbing the spot where a small box had unceremoniously dropped, and glanced up to see a grumpy-looking owl perched on his desk, staring at him with an unimpressed expression. "Well, aren't you charming," he mumbled, still rubbing his head. "You remind me of Mademoiselle with that attitude."

His attention shifted to the small package now resting in his lap. Curious, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands. "For the sweetest persimmon?" he read aloud. Curiosity piqued, Felix carefully opened the package, but when he looked inside, his jaw fell slightly, and for a moment, he just stared. "Is that… Felix Felicis?" he murmured in disbelief. His gaze darted between the owl and the vials. "Are you sure this is for me?" he asked, pointing to himself, but the owl merely gave him an irritated squint.

Reaching into the box, Felix found the neatly folded note nestled beneath the vials and read it quickly. So, it was for him. Even after reading A.B.'s explanation, he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. Felix wasn't exactly the most skilled potioneer, but he knew enough to understand the significance of this gift. Felix Felicis takes months to brew - and now, he had two of them? "This is far too much," he murmured to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Still, it was a Christmas gift. Returning it outright would feel incredibly rude, yet keeping it left him feeling undeserving. Felix rubbed the back of his neck, sighing as he looked down at the little box. "What to do…"

The owl started to chirp impatiently, breaking his thoughts. "Right, I'm sorry-" Felix glanced at the note again, "Tato! I'm sorry." He moved to his desk to retrieve some parchment, but the owl made no effort to move. "Erm, excuse me, would you mind if I…?" Felix gestured awkwardly toward the paper beneath her, but Tato didn't flinch. "Alright, no problem," he muttered, backing away. "I'll just borrow some from Andrew then. I'm sorry." He cast the owl an awkward smile as she continued to glare at him in silent judgement.

Sitting down at the other desk, Felix tapped the quill against his chin, trying to think of a reply.

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Dear A.B.,

Happy holidays to you as well! Thank you so much for the incredibly thoughtful gift - I can't tell you how surprised I was to open it. However, I must say, it feels far too generous. Felix Felicis takes such effort to brew, and I simply can't accept something so valuable.

If it's alright with you, perhaps we could meet in person so I can return it? Not that I don't trust your owl! Tato is a wonderful courier, of course - but after the, er, rather rough delivery, I think it might be safer this way.

Thank you again for thinking of me, truly. I hope you're having a wonderful holiday season.

Warm regards,

Felix

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Felix folded the note neatly, sealing it before hesitantly approaching Tato again. "Alright, my friend. Shall we try this again?" he asked with a small, hopeful smile, holding the letter out to her. But Tato didn't seem interested in playing nice.

She snapped at Felix' finger, earning a wince from him, before snatching the letter from his hand, and with a sharp flap of her wings, she disappeared the same way she'd arrived, leaving Felix rubbing his bitten finger.

"Well," he muttered to himself, sitting back down. "That went about as well as expected."

[satninroses]

Masterlist| Satninroses

This is the full collection of my works! I will update the recently-posted dates accordingly. Thank you all for your continued support!

Last Updated: 7/8/23

Here are my WIPS! | Here is my navigation post!

Key: Smut🤍, Fluff🎙️, Angst⚡️, Series🎸, Requested⭐️

DISCLAIMER! A lot of my works contain Smut! If you’re under 18, please DO NOT interact!

Requests are CLOSED!

Elvis Presley| A.B! Elvis

Unzipped Bonds -🤍,⭐️

Elvis comes to help with a wardrobe malfunction.

Elvis To The Rescue-⚡️,🎙️,⭐️

Elvis defends you from harassment you’ve been getting.

Broken Back & Doting Girlfriend-🤍,⭐️

Elvis slips and falls in the shower. While helping him get out of the tub, you get a little distracted.

Behind Unlocked Doors -🤍,⚡️,⭐️,🎸

Elvis walks in on you while you’re having some alone time.

Behind Unlocked Doors-Pt. 2-🤍,⭐️,🎸

Continuation of ‘Behind Unlocked Doors’.

NSFW Alphabet-🤍,⭐️

NSFW Alphabet for Elvis Presley!

Best Seat In The House-🤍,⭐️

You sit on Elvis’ lap, not knowing what it does to him.

Caught In The Act-🤍,⚡️,🎙️,⭐️

Gladys catches you and Elvis in the act.

Over Exposed-🤍,⭐️

You unknowing flash Elvis.

Wet White Shorts -🤍,⭐️

Elvis’ white swim shorts become see through.

Because I Love You -⚡️,🎙️,⭐️

You defend Elvis from Colonel Tom Parker

Breeze - 🤍,⭐️

Your sexy mechanic boyfriend teases you for a little slip up.

Imagines/HC’s

Imagine Mafia! Elvis protecting you. -🎙️,⚡️

Austin Butler |

Drunken Care-🎙️,⭐️

Austin takes care of you while you’re drunk.

Uncle Austin-🎙️,⭐️

Austin hangs out with your three-year-old niece.

NSFW Alphabet- 🤍

NSFW Headcannon’s with Austin.

Imagines/ HC’s

Imagine Austin taking your virginity. -🤍

Imagine Austin with Thick! Reader -🤍

Priscilla Presley| O.D! Cilla

Nothing yet!

Imagines/ HC’s

Imagine taking Priscilla’s picture. -🎙️

Jerry Schilling| L.B! Jerry

Nothing Yet!

Imagines/HC’s

Imagine being Jerry’s girlfriend on the road. -🎙️

[gemini-twinz]

Legend one: Braindance Angel

This is part of a Cyberpunk 2077 AU for Durarara!! I will be writing a fic soon titled Memory Reboot, but before I started, I wanted to write some small tests/warmups to get me comfortable writing for it. Here is the first one. Small disclaimer that this is self contained and Memory Reboot will not be in first person.

------------🚹💖----------------

Good evening Setton. This experience has been modified specifically for your unique interface. Please enter your terminal password.

User: Setton

Password: *********|

-#(LOADING…)#-

D=#$%&&, (compiling shaders)&&7**~

R*%^&&(tuning emotional triggers)#$@@

R*%!!~+(synthesizing physical sensations)&***_=

R3^7**-(recalling memory)%--#$&--.--..--.*

Thank you for waiting! Enjoy your braindance…

_+-=_

I am seeing through the eyes of a man who seems oddly familiar in a way I can't place.

The man stands on the top of the tower of Arasaka and looks blankly out onto the city, blinded by the halo flashing a lovely memory into his eyes. He pays no mind to the flickering advertisements hovering above Night City's denizens, or the smog creating a fog over the damp and dimly lit streets. Teetering on the edge, he laughs, arms out as he blindly walks the edge. His movements are flighty and off tilt, almost as if he is in a drunken state, but I taste no alcohol on his breath.

It isn't until the city flickers and fries below him that I realize he’s not simply watching a braindance, he is inside of one. Somehow his BD wreath is still visible in his eyes, though it may be part of the BD as well. How does someone even record a virtue of a virtue? … Wait..

**&476(Amygdala not found. Switching to alternative method)&&$*2**

&%#3(Possible method found. Initiating)&<#**

A sorrow I have never felt before starts at the top of my neck and washes over my entire body, coldness in it's wake. I'm convinced my fingers may turn blue. My nerves feel like ice.

The man looks at his shaking hands.

I'm shaking with him.

The call of the void overtakes my senses as he looks listlessly over the edge of the building. There is no drop in the pit of his stomach, no nausea. There is no fear in him of falling, as if replaced by the invincible feeling of knowing he can fly. As he holds his arms in close to hug his body, I feel a smirk stretch across his face to reveal his chattering teeth.

With a flash like a nebula forming, great digital wings emerge from his back, flickering like a distorted hologram. Colorful glitches dance on each feather like sunlight reflecting on the ocean’s horizon. He opens his arms and looks wide-eyed to the moon with a sardonic laugh..

“Am I truly equal..?” He talks to no-one, tipping his head to look back down at the city streets. "Equal to them before you.. Or too wretched.." Silent contemplation takes him for a moment.. then he speaks up once more. “Try as I may, I.. have no place in heaven..”

And he tips over the edge with open arms.

He doesn't fly.

Thank god he closes his eyes, and all I hear is a wet, horrid crunch before awakening as if from a nightmare. Tuning credits roll on my visor, and I hear a voice memo, stark and cold as an AI.

_+-=_

“We at A.B. Virtue inc. hope your experience was an exhilarating one, and..

We urge you to consider challenging your biases..

Have a pleasant evening, Setton”

[ask-elland-n-will]

A house elf appeared next to the entrance to the Slytherin common room, snatched the vial and disappeared into thin air.

Reappearing in the kitchens, the being scurried to the girl sitting on the corner of the table with a prefect’s letter in her hand.

“Miss, Cooby brought it! Here, Miss!” Elf handed the vial to the girl and looked up at her, patiently waiting for her to take it from his hands.

“Ah, thank you, Cooby!” She replied, taking the potion from the elf and tucking it in the inner pocket of her robes.

A house elf broke into a sheepish smile, “Cooby is happy to assist Miss. Miss is always kind to Cooby.”

“Because we are friends, right?” the girl said, scribbling a message on the back of the prefect's letter, using a piece of charcoal.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ✽ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

nice try, Will.

my full name is Annoying Bastard.

next question? :)

A.B.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ✽ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

By the time William comes back from the Owlery, the vial of interest is already gone. Questioning his loyal first and second-year Slytherins yields no results. William already knew that he won't be able to use the potion to his advantage, but it is nice to get a confirmation: not that long after, a now-familiar owl drops a letter onto his head without as much as a warning.

"This owl shares its manners with its master," he grumbles.

Will is a bit surprised that the message is written in charcoal. Oh no, poor student, they must not have enough money for a quill that lasts more than a couple of letters! Poor thing, perhaps Will can look past the rudene— huh? Annoying Bastard?! Hmpf!

Dear charcoal-covered Annoying Bastard, Don't you think for a second that I won't inquire into the lists of students of all years in the entirety of this castle until I find somebody with your initials! Or your handwriting for that matter! Next question you say? How about your House and your favourite place and time for detention? I'm sure I can find you something suitable, so don't be shy, dear. Only the best of seats in the house for an Annoying Bastard such as yourself. With warm wishes, — William Abbott

[paula-of-christ]

Please pray for my sister in law Vanessa. She has one living son, and has had multiple miscarriages over the last few years. She at the begining of the year she became pregnant shortly after her surrogate became pregnant, her with a singleton and the surrogate with twins. Unfortunately she miscarried early. Her surrogate went into labor prematurely, and both of her surrogate babies were born very weak and ill as a result. One baby passed very soon after birth, and the other has since passed as well after multiple surgeries and the best treatments trying to keep him alive and pain free. Please pray for the souls of her babies- those she miscarried (unnamed), those who were lost in transfer as embryos during the surrogacy process (unnamed), and the two who were here with us and taken too soon (A.B. and B.B.). Pray for her and her living son (Estevan), and for our family as we all grieve so many losses. Thank you ❤️

Ah, I'm so sorry, that must be extremely heartbreaking for her