#all of y'all are probably tired of me complimenting you

[mossyivy]

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[DI! Leon S Kennedy Edition]

❗Minors Do Not Interact ❗

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Cuddler, massive cuddler. Honestly I see Leon as enjoying his partner being cuddled up to his chest but as long as you're touching each other he really doesn't mind. He just needs to be grounded after sex because he's not use to intimacy. (Remember y'all, aftercare in important FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED DOM/SUB/SWITCH WHOEVER!!!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Definitely proud of his arms. Man's got two pythons where his forearms are supposed to be. I'd be proud of those bitches too. It also doesn't help how often you tend to cling to them, admire them while cuddling up together or compliment how they look when he flexes.

When Leon's asked the good old "tits or ass?" question older than time itself he smirks and simply says thighs. He loves something plush to nap on when he comes home from work. He always says it'll be a quick 30 minute nap but he's always out for 3 hours when he's laying his head on your lap. They're just such a nice pillow and even nicer wrapped around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually prefers finishing inside. If not then on your stomach. There's just something mesmerizing about watching his cum slowly drip out of you on down your belly that just makes him so horny that he can't get enough of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay... So you send Leon pictures and he saves them. (He'd never share them though) But he secretly has an album in his phone labeled as WORK meticulously organization so that when you open the album it has important looking photos but if you scroll far enough it's just things you've sent him. Nudes, videos, even screenshots of steamy texts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Decently experienced. Enough to get him by but also good at listening to his partner. Takes criticism well in the bedroom. Just wants his partner to have a good time and show that he loves you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On your side or anything he can see your face. He's often tired so slow easy strokes on his side and using his hands is right up his alley. But for when he's feeling more energetic he's definitely up anything he can see your reaction with. He aims to please and the man is a good shot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely 50/50. Leon can crack jokes when his life is at risk I'm sure he'd probably say something goofy to make you laugh or even something stupid like "come here often?" When you're changing positions and his creaky body pops or cracks he'll say some smart ass comment about the bed makes weird sounds again.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely trimmed. Leon doesn't strike me as a massively hairy guy to begin with. But what hair he does have is well kept.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy is his favorite part of it all. Very tender and soft compared to what he is during work. Enjoys the touching the most. He's very touch starved. Cuddle him and he'll melt into a puddle. He LOVES being little spoon.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off often. Uses it as a stress relief thing but doesn't do it as often when he gets a partner. But I do think when he's away on cases and he has downtime at night he tends to call his partner and have phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging, biting, breeding, dirty talk, edging and roleplaying

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere at home. Leon would most likely be super hesitant about doing anything outside of the house and risking criminal record.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His partners touch. Leon just really likes being touched. If you mostly just kiss him and move to his neck (it's sensitive, that's why he rarely wears anything that constricts his neck) you'll get him going in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

No hitting, nothing with feet, no bathroom related stuff, no voyeurism or exhibitionism and no humiliation

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

50/50. But definitely more giving in the oral department. Uses it as a form of foreplay. Enjoys it because he loves hearing your slowly break and cry for him.

Sometimes he's just to exhausted to fuck so those are the times he'll just straight up tell you to sit on his face. He doesn't care if you're bigger, he knows you're not gonna hurt him. If you try hovering her will definitely wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you down on him. The man is skilled with his mouth and hands. So be prepared for the time of your life.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely slow sensual type of guy. He likes making every moment last. But there's definitely been a flurry of passion after gets back from particularly long cases.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he has to go out for work and he has a little bit of time before leaving, most definitely he'd be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's fine with experimenting but not often.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Good for 3 rounds unless he's super tired. Last decently long, always makes sure his partner gets off first each time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh Leon definitely owns one of those vibrators that work with apps. Sometimes when he's due to come home and he knows you have it in you he'll just tease you on the way home.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Leon doesn't tease but when he's in a particular frisky mood, he will make beg to cum. And he doesn't care if you want it. If you don't beg like he wants he will make you wait and keep bringing you to the edge over and over like an asshole.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud in the slightest but he's definitely not scared to moan or whimper. Even curse under his breath, especially if he has you on your side and he's right in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Said I love you for the first time during sex. Was mortified with himself, he meant it but was extremely embarrassed. Apologized profusely and told you he did mean it. And thankfully you love him back, obviously.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ah yes, python 3. I'll be honest, I'd say he's at the higher average end in size but makes up for it in girth... Like a fucking coke can.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Leon had little to no sex drive but once you two got into a relationship he's like a teenage boy again. Can barely stop from wanting you all the time. But he's still more of the romantic intimate type and would rather just exist with you than constantly be at each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He clings onto life afterwards. Just wants to make sure you're taken care of but the second you relax against him he's down for the count. Like a god damn bear in hibernation.

[look-me]

“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

masc!reader x dealer!abby

warnings: using of weed, idk what else

ーー

au: please don't mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i'll probably won't correct any mistakes cuz i'm too lazy for it

(this story is shitty how can y'all read this 😭)

part 1

part 2

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It’s been a week since you kissed Abby, and the two of you haven’t talked at all. You’ve tried to ignore her whenever you could, but still, you didn’t want her to notice. For example, every time she replied to one of your Instagram stories, you would ‘respond’ by just liking her messages. You wanted to hang out with your usual friend group, but they got mad at you after seeing you leave with Abby that night. They accused you of being a fake friend, of stealing Abby from them—especially one friend of yours who, as you later found out, had a big crush on Abby since the first time she saw her.

“You can’t do that, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re my friend! Why would you do something like that to me?!”

Today, you’re hanging out with some other friends who came into town to see you after you explained what your ex-friends did and what happened with Abby after you left with her. They were shocked. They didn’t know Abby at all, but after you showed them some pictures of her, they just said,

“Y/N, she’s hot and all, but she’s a player. Don’t get attached. Just stay friends with her if you don’t want to cut her off entirely.” After that, they insisted you hang out with them to distract yourself from her.

Now, you and your friends are in a parking lot, vibing to the music blasting from the car speakers, while some other people give you and your group judgmental glances. Your friends are smoking and drinking, screaming their lungs out, singing along to the songs. While you’re laughing at their antics, you notice a girl with black curly hair, long red nails, makeup on, dressed all in black—tight top, tight pants. It’s Julia.

A long time ago, you had a little crush on her because she used to shower you with compliments, was always there for you, and every time you two hung out, it ended in a make-out session. But after you told her you were catching feelings, she started ghosting you, saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she had just gotten out of one. You later found out she was lying the whole time, and from that day forward, you started hating her.

-

"Hey," she says with that fake, innocent smile.

Fake ugly bitch.

Why does she have to ruin your moment right now?

"Hi," you mutter, not even looking her in the eyes as you sit on the ground.

"It's been a while."

"Yep," you reply, barely caring about what she says.

"Listen," she starts, her hand sliding onto your thigh, caressing it and moving up and down, dangerously close to your pussy.

You're about to push her away when—

"Hey chicas!" Manny calls out.

"Hey, Manny," she smiles, turning her head towards him.

"What are you two up to?"

"Oh, we're just talking and having fun."

"That kind of fun?" he asks with a smirk.

The girl laughs at Manny's joke and then says,

"I wish."

You whip your head to look at her, your expression dead serious and disgusted, silently screaming: Why the fuck would you say that?

"By the way, aren't you Mike's sister?" Manny asks.

"Yeah, how do you know him?" you respond, your voice clipped as you shoot him a serious and irritated look. It's not your fault you come off as mad, but Julia's presence is grating on your nerves right now.

"You know, he gives me things when my best friend can't," Manny says casually.

You roll your eyes, already tired of hearing that same old story. Every time someone says they know your brother, it's always because of the same damn reason-he's a dealer, and you're so over it.

"Okay," you reply, clearly done with the conversation.

"Okay, chicas, I'll leave you two alone now.

See you later," Manny says, heading off.

The second he's far enough away, you round on Julia.

"What the fuck was that? What's your problem?" you snap, roughly pushing her hand away from your thigh.

"Omg, Y/N! I was just joking," she protests.

"No, fuck you. You know what you did to me-treating me like I was your girlfriend, telling me l was yours, making out with me, and then saying you didn't want a relationship. You have serious fucking problems for saying that shit in front of him when I don't even know him. And you say it like it's nothing? Do you even realize how much that hurt me? Are you fucking stupid? Why are you even here anyway?"

You and Julia are in the middle of a heated argument, voices rising as you go back and forth. Your friends are still chilling with the music blasting, completely unaware of the tension between the two of you. Julia’s face is twisted with frustration, but you’re too fed up to care.

Meanwhile, Abby is at home, watching some random movie to pass the time when a notification pops up on her phone:

Manny - 2 new messages.

“Hey, pendeja”

“Wanna hang out when I’m done with some stuff?”

A new notification interrupts:

*NEW MESSAGES*

Manny: Do you know Mike’s sister?

“Isn’t she the girl you told me about? They look similar by your description.”

*image.*

Abby quickly taps on the notifications, her curiosity piqued. The image loads, and her stomach drops. It’s a picture of you and Julia, her hand resting way too high on your thigh. Abby stares at the image for a moment, her jaw tightening.

She replies instantly.

Abby: Where are you?

“In the usual parking lot we hang out at with Owen, Jordan, you know.”

“You still want to hang out?”

“Yeah, I’m picking up the others right now, be at your place in 10.”

“Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Manny pulls up at Abby’s house, and soon they’re walking through the parking lot. Abby’s eyes are scanning the crowd until she spots you, her expression darkening.

Manny heads your way, shouting, “Hey, told you I’d be back so—” He stops mid-sentence when he sees Julia kissing you, her lips pressed against yours as a soft moan escapes her. Abby freezes, her vision tunneling, anger flaring up inside her. Her fists clench as her heart pounds in her chest.

Just then, your friend Micheal calls out from the car, unknowingly saving you from the situation, “Y/N! Wanna try this drink? It’s fire!”

You push Julia away from you, wiping your mouth quickly, and stand up, turning to head toward Martin. But just as you reach for the drink, a hand snatches it away before you can grab it.

“You’re not drinking tonight,” a cold voice says.

You look up to see Abby standing in front of you, her blue eyes burning with barely-contained anger.

“Abby? What are you—“

“Shut your mouth and walk,” she snaps, throwing the drink aside before grabbing your arm. Her grip is firm, leaving no room for argument as she pulls you away from the group, forcing you to walk with her.

Your heart races as you glance back at your friends, then at Julia, but Abby doesn't care. She’s got you now, and there’s no escaping whatever comes next.

"Abby, stop."

"Manny, give me your car keys. I'll be back in a minute."

"Sure," he says, handing Abby the keys without asking any questions.

"Get in the car, Y/N."

"Abby, let me go."

She opens the car door and forces you inside. As she takes the driver's seat, you try to open the door, but she's already locked it.

"Abby, what's wrong with you? Open the fucking door!"

Abby doesn't respond. She starts the engine and speeds out of the parking lot.

"Abby, slow down!"

After twenty minutes of speeding, Abby pulls over in the middle of nowhere-no lights, no houses, just darkness all around.

"Fuck! Abigail!"

She turns on the interior light, and you look at her, scared of what might happen. You don't know if Abby is a violent person or not. Her eyes are filled with fury, and you can see she's seething with anger.

"We need to talk. Now."

"No, we don't."

"Oh yeah? So you think it's okay to ignore me and treat me like l'm a stranger?"

"Wha-"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N, and don't make any excuses. You're not even drunk."

The silence between you two grows heavier.

"Why did you stop talking to me after we kissed?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"What do you mean?"

"Abby, you have a new girl with you every two seconds. You're always having sex or making out with them in a blink of an eye." You sigh before continuing, "I felt-and still feel-like a sex toy to you."

"You're not."

"Yeah, like I can really trust you on that," you say sarcastically, turning your face to the window. "I should've never told you about my feelings. We can't work together."

"Y/N-"

"I fucking hate you, Abby. I hate having feelings for someone who would probably just use me however she likes!" You spit out, facing her again.

"I've told you many times that I don't like how you talk to me. I'm serious, Y/N. Stop."

"Abby, seriously, fuck you."

At that, she grabs your neck, nearly choking you, and pulls you two inches away from her face.

"Oh yeah? Then who is that girl? And why was she kissing you and moaning into your mouth? Why was she almost touching your pussy moments before I showed up?"

After the last sentence, you try to understand how she could have seen that, and then you connect the dots. She’s Manny’s best friend. But how?

“How do you—”

“Manny sent me a picture.”

Fuck you, manny

“It’s none of your business who she is, and I didn’t try anything with her.”

“Then why didn’t you push her away from you?” Abby says, tightening her grip on your neck slightly.

“I was shocked. She caught me by surprise.”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she keeps her intense gaze fixed on you, trying to see if you’re lying.

“I was just trying to distract myself from you. Now you’re acting jealous, calling me yours, but are you mine?” you say

“What do you think?”

“You aren’t. I think we both know that, Abigail.”

Just then, your phone starts ringing with a photo of a curly haired woman —Julia — popping up.

Abby recognizes the girl and stares at you, clearly unimpressed by the timing.

“Don’t you even try to answer.”

You ignore her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hello? Love?” Julia says, and you remain silent.

Abby looks at you and whispers, “Love? Really?”

“Julia, what do you want?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I saw that girl taking you away from me while we were talking.”

As Julia continues talking, Abby starts giving you hickeys on your neck, causing you to moan intentionally. You’re so focused on the sensations that you stop listening to whatever Julia is saying.

“Are you okay, love?” Julia asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Abby pulls her head away from your neck and grabs your phone from your hand. You try to fight her, but you know Abby is hundred times stronger than you.

“She’s busy right now,” Abby says before hanging up on Julia.

“Abby, what the fuck?”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, which contains a joint and a lighter.

You know where this is going to end.

Abby leans back in the driver’s seat and brings the joint to her lips, the tip flaring orange in the complete darkness. The only sound is the faint crackle of burning paper and herb as she takes a long drag. Smoke fills the air, swirling around her in lazy spirals, barely visible in the faint moonlight that seeps through the windows. The deep, earthy scent of cannabis mixes with the musty smell of the old car seats, creating an almost comforting atmosphere. Abby exhales slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth and nostrils, diffusing into the blackness outside. The silence is profound, with no hum of traffic or distant chatter, only the occasional rustle of wind through unseen trees. Her eyes are half-closed, her mind drifting as she stares out into the void, feeling an odd sense of peace in the isolation. She takes another drag, the glow from the joint briefly illuminating her fingers before once again merging with the surrounding darkness.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Abby remains silent.

“Are you really smoking while we’re arguing?”

Still.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Abigail. Let me go.”

As you say this, Abby rests the joint between her lips, freeing both of her hands.

Abby’s hands clutch the car’s armrest. With a sudden, rough motion, she yanks you toward her, forcing you onto her lap. You gasp, startled by Abby’s intensity as your bodies collide in the confined space of Manny’s motionless car. She removes one hand from your waist to grab the joint and exhale the smoke.

“I told you many times to stop calling me by my full name,” she says, gripping your neck and pulling you closer to her face.

“And I told you many times I’m not any of your bitches, Abigail.”

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she says, closing the distance between you until you’re just two inches apart.

“Too bad you made me mad,” she whispers.

You’re about to respond when her phone starts ringing. The caller ID shows ‘Manny.’

Abby rolls her eyes and throws away her joint as if it’s nothing.

“What do you want?”

“Abby, I need my car. Owen needs to grab something from home.”

“Fine.” She hangs up. Without missing a beat, she turns her head and locks her gaze with yours, her icy blue eyes filled with a silent warning.

“Don’t you even try to go back to her when we’re there again,” Abby says, her voice low but firm, every word laced with intensity.

You meet her stare, unimpressed. “You’re so annoying, Abby.”

With a sigh, you move to open the car door, slipping off Abby’s lap and sliding back into the passenger seat, feeling the shift in the air between you. Abby’s eyes never leave you, even as she shifts back into the driver’s seat, jaw tight, hands resting on the steering wheel, as if bracing for whatever comes next. As soon as you settle back into the passenger seat, Abby shifts the car into gear, her fingers tightening around the wheel. The tension in the air is thick, unspoken words hanging between you as you drive in silence. The dark, winding roads stretch out before you, the headlights cutting through the night, but neither of you says a word. Abby’s eyes flick over to you a few times, but she stays focused on the road. Her jaw is set, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. You lean against the window, your breath fogging up the glass slightly, arms crossed as the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the tires on the asphalt become the only sounds. Minutes pass, feeling like hours, until the familiar sight of the compound appears in the distance, its fortified walls and the glow of lights signaling you are back. The tension shifts, replaced by a looming sense of inevitability. The car rolls to a stop near the entrance where Manny and a few others are waiting, standing in the dim light as they speak amongst themselves. Abby kills the engine and sits there for a moment, staring straight ahead. “We’re here,” she mutters, her tone curt. You shoot her a sidelong glance but don’t say anything. You push open the door and step out, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stretch, shaking off the weight of the car ride. Manny notices you and gives a short wave, walking over with a grin on his face.

"Hey, took you guys long enough," he jokes, but he quickly notices the tension radiating from you and Abby.

Abby climbs out of the driver's seat, standing tall as she slams the door shut. Her eyes briefly meet yours, but she quickly turns to Manny. “We had some things to discuss about.” she says, her voice flat.

Manny raises a brow, sensing the atmosphere between you, but doesn’t press it. “Well, glad you're back. i’ll take owen at home home, we’ll be back in 10.”

After Manny finishes talking, you move to walk back to your friends when you feel pressure on your waist. It's Abby, her large, veiny hands gripping you firmly. She leans in, her voice low and steady.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, leave me alone," you reply, trying to pull away.

"Calm down, princess. I haven't even started with you yet," she whispers into your ear, smirking. Then, without warning, she presses a kiss against your neck, and it makes you freeze in place.

Abby lets you go, but she stays close, walking beside you with that familiar intensity. From a distance, one of your friends notices Abby’s presence and immediately makes her way over. Without hesitation, she grabs your arm, pulling you away from the tension. Abby lets you go, her hand sliding off your waist as she begins walking next to you, her presence still heavy in the air.

"Come hereeee" she says, her voice light and carefree as she leads you toward the others. The music from the speakers pulses through the empty parking lot, and soon enough, you’re moving to the beat, your friend helping you shake off the tension as Abby watches from the sidelines, her gaze never leaving you. As the beat of the next song thumps through the speakers, your friend throws her head back, laughing. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, her laughter light and carefree.

“Oh my god, I’ve never had this much fun in so long,” she says, still giggling, her words slurring from all the excitement. You feel her happiness infectiously sinking in.

Abby Standing off to the side, arms crossed, her jaw clenched tight, she watches you with a growing intensity. The sight of you laughing, vibing, and lost in the moment with your friend pushes her to the edge. Her patience snaps, and she starts walking toward you, the determination in her stride cutting through the music. You can feel the weight of her presence approaching, the air around you thickening.

She's had enough.

When Abby reaches you, her large hand grips your arm—not harshly, but firm enough that you feel the seriousness behind it.

“We’re done here,” Abby says, her voice low and commanding. There’s a tension in her words that sends a chill down your spine. She’s barely keeping it together. Abby isn’t going to wait for an answer, and before you can think too hard about it, she’s pulling you away from the music, away from the carefree vibe, and into the shadowy edges of the parking lot. You open your mouth to protest, the frustration bubbling up inside you, but before you can say a word, Abby steps in close, towering over you, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of control and desire.

“Not even a word,” she interrupts, her voice low and unwavering. Her smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just wait till we get home,” she adds, her tone dripping with a promise that makes your pulse quicken. It’s the kind of tone that says it all:

I’m going to make you regret that.

You stand there, frozen, caught between defiance and the undeniable pull Abby has over you. your friends’s voice a distant hum as Abby’s presence overtakes everything. There’s no escape from the intensity in her eyes, and you know whatever is waiting for you at home is going to be something you won’t forget easily. After a moment of tense silence between you and Abby, Manny walks back over, catching sight of the two of you standing close, the tension still thick in the air. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything at first, sensing the shift.

“Oye chicas, you guys good?” he asks with a playful smile, his voice casual, but there’s a knowing edge to it. Manny has been around Abby long enough to pick up on her moods, and right now, he’s smart enough to stay out of it.

Abby barely glances his way, her hand still lingering on your arm. “Can you take us to my place?” she asks, her voice steady, but there’s no mistaking the undertone of command. It’s not really a request, and Manny knows it. He looks between the two of you, his gaze lingering on Abby for a beat longer. He doesn’t ask why or what’s going on—he doesn’t need to. Manny knows Abby better than almost anyone, and he can tell exactly what kind of mood she’s in.

“Sí, claro,” he says with a nod, keeping it simple. He doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask the questions swirling in his mind. After all, Abby is his best friend, and if there’s one thing he’s learned over the years, it’s when to mind his own business. You steal a glance at Abby, her smirk still lingering, and your stomach tightens with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Manny leads the way to the car, and you can feel Abby’s gaze burning into you the whole time. Whatever’s coming, you’re not going to be able to avoid it. You slide into the backseat with Abby beside you, the car ride feeling heavier than it should. Manny stays quiet up front, the silence only broken by the low rumble of the engine as he drives, and you’re left wondering what’s going to happen when you finally get to Abby’s place.

-

who knows what is going to happen next👀

[mochilovesbuffmen]

Hiiii mochiiii LMAOOO (totally didn't talk to you just now ANYWAYS)

Tokyo revengers Mizo Middle Five, Mochizuki, shion madarame, and obv kazutora, (if you want add more) with a clingy, childhood best friend reader to lovers, or they can already be lovers.

There literally isn't enough mizo middle five content out there 😭

Hope you have fun with this hehehe!

this is such a cute idea omg😭💞

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

I apologize that i couldn't include all of the Mizo Middle Five bc damn they're tough to write-

Anyways

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭!! 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍 𝘈𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋!!

𝙈𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞

• this ones my favorite omg

• your Families are friends that's how you met!

• Playdates w Mochi were always the best but he would tease you for not being able to catch up w him

• you're one of the few people not afraid of this big guy even if he's angry

• and he appreciates it so so much

• he's the best friend you need and actually listens very well (sucks at giving advice though)

• y'alls favorite type of dates is going to eat

• his dream partner would be someone who eats as much as him but he's gonna like someone who eats less too (he can finish your food dw)

• that being said y'all got together pretty early

• depending if you confessed first because he's gonna take ages making sure you're actually interested in him that way

• he's prolly very self concious but he never shows it

• pls reassure him

• you love to hug him and he loves to hug you back (he gives the best hugs fight me on that)

• loves when you hang on his arm!! He's proud of his strength and flexes every chance he gets so you can compliment him<3

• also loves to give piggy back rides or just letting you sit on his shoulders + plus doesn't hesitate to swoop you up and carry you when you're tired - no matter your weight

• style his hair!! Your fingers in his hair while he's sitting on the floor is the best way for him to relax😭

𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚

• you two stuck like glue ever since y'all met at the playground when you were smaller

• even then Shion was all bark but no bite and you helped him when he got beat by older kids lmao

• so now years later you two still chill together in your room (i hc that he prolly has some beef w his family so he prefers to not be home at all)

• man knows where the keys to your home is if he's not simply coming in through the front door (your parents don't mind anymore)

• they probably didn't even believe he's a deliquent help

• naps on your bed >>

• you're the only one (and Izana) who can tell him to stfu without getting beat

• obv you patch him up after a fight and he didn't manage to keep you out of his gang business but ig you don't mimd if you still stick around

• he slowly started to fall for you with the way you cared for him and didn't mind if he disappeared for days when he needed the break

• that's why every time you touched or hugged him his heart would beat faster (pls don't ask why he's gotten red he's gonna deny it)

• i doubt he'll confess first though brother is in denial

• it was you who indirectly asked him and he went ?????

• he's gonna be so happy and you can see that on his giddy smile <3 Will only genuinely laugh and smile like that privately w you tho

• he needs a little push after you confessed but let's say he's clingy too after you two got together (more than you)

BONUS! Once a dude tried to threaten you and had the misfortune of Shion witnessing it. That guy got pulled away and you could imagine what happened to him (Shion sent you a cute little Selfie w the beaten guy after)

𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

• okay so this ones a lil different

• you two were friends right before Toman was founded

• he wouldn't tell you about his family problems but you knew something was wrong

• he's gonna be more hesitant with being touched by you. Not that he doesn't want to, he's simply not used it

• you two had a routine with feeding and petting stray cats and he started to feel very comfortable around you

• that was until the thing w Shinichiro happened

• you heard about it from your parents but couldn't see him before he got to juvie

• you also didn't see him until he got out again much later

• you were walking home when saw him standing there leaning against a wall. He has been waiting for you.

• you two caught up and got closer again this day

• but he was way more distant than he used to and you were the only one who could see it despite his attitude

• fast forward to the Bloody Halloween you witnessed everything that happened (decide if you're in Toman or Valhalla)

• you managed to confess to him before he got you to leave before the Police came

• this time you didn't leave his side and visited him as often as you could in juvie

• that's when he confessed to you too<3

• after he got out there the second time you were there and you could finally go on dates.

• still hesitant and shy when you touch or hug him but he gradually got used to it

• going on rides w him as a date!!

𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞

• ahhhh this cutie!!

• being childhoof friends w him means being childhood friends w the whole group

• but you seemed to always spend more time w Yamagishi

• ofc you're gonna be his number one to rant about gangs to

• and you didn't mind one bit

• you didn't join Toman w the rest of them as you preferred to stay out of the danger

• which meant you're the one Yamagishi goes to to get patched up

• you're his crush obv and he's the one to confess after the whole crew teased him about it for too long

• was ecstatic when you said yes

• going to arcades is going to be y'alls favorite type of dates!! Also amusement parks even tho he probably hates the higher rides

• can't help but grin widely when you steal his glasses and wear them for fun

• loves when you hug him or hold his hand!! He has the most adorable blush on his face when you do

• he's gonna tease the shit outta you at times too

• plus he may be shy around you but he initiates physical touch himself too

• i feel like he's the type to randomly start tickling you (may or may have not got accidently hit by you and his glasses broke AGAIN)

[luwritesomething]

hey!! i saw what you wrote about mickey, billy and stu taking care of the sick reader. so i was wondering if i could request something with billy and stu x the reader? basically, stu ends up catching the world’s WORST cold. we’re talking the poor love can barely get through a sentence because he keeps sneezing, shivering, and my god it is tissues galore up in this house.. SO, billy and the reader step up and insist on taking care of him! (sick stu would be so fucking adorable)

(also it’s up to you if you want to include billy or not!!) i don’t mind at all!)

ps: your work is absolutely AMAZING!! :)

Stu Macher Heacanons: Him catching a cold would include...

Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english, poly!ghostface (aka poly relationship between reader and billy/stu. not a warning in reality)

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral (reader gets called 'angel' once)

Summary: Stu catching a terrible cold!!!!

Author's note: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING FOR STU, I LOVE YOU. he gives me so much comfort <3 i made this in the form of headcanons, hope you don't mind. also, anon is referring to THESE headcanons, so you should go and check them out. also thank you so much for the compliment, you're lovely <3 here's my billy and stu playlist because why not.

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

i feel like you wouldn't find out about him actually catching a very bad cold until billy appeared on your doorstep with the news.

it would literally go like this,,,

"billy?"

"we're going to stu's. he's sick."

"oh, hell."

it wasn't often that stu got sick, but you knew the eternal annoyance journey a sick stu would put you through.

you still love him, he's always so adorable, but oh sick stu...

the firsts days are the worse for him, because those are the days in which he really feels sick and he's shivering and coughing and covering himself up in blankets.

but once those days pass... he becomes a menace.

billy is the bad cop, you're the good one. neither of you had really realized the reality of that dynamic until a bedridden, fiverish stu called you out.

you two have learned to take advantage of that, though

"i said put the fucking thermometer!"

"NO!"

"stop yelling, you two! stu, please, put it on."

"...fine."

billy makes him soup, and during the few times you don't stay by stu's side, you help billy with whatever he's doing in the kitchen.

first time, stu accidentally poured the soup over himself because of his hands shaking so much and the three of you panicked.

constantly checking for fever, by putting either your hand or lips to his forehead.

billy can take a lot of things, but not snots. he gets really grossed out at the amount of tissues in stu's room, so if stu is too sick or tired to throw them out, you do it for him.

the amount of attention he receives from the two of you is worth the cold for stu.

"i'm sick of the soup."

"c'mon, stuwie. billy made it for you. have one more spoon?"

if billy loses his patience with stu, you're there to ease him and ground him.

and it works the other way around, because stu may call you angel, but everyone can lose their patience.

when billy starts getting tired of stu's sickness, he locks himself somewhere else and copies homework and the notes that stu has missed from school. it helps him stop being so cranky.

"you can't smoke when you're sick."

"...please?"

"... i can't say no to you. if billy finds out we're dead, so make it quick."

watching movies with him !!! even if he keeps sneezing !!!

y'all can't cuddle like you use to, but billy sits on the floor, you sit on a chair and stu sits on his bed as you all watch the movie on his bedroom's tv.

okay, listen !!

reading to him so he falls asleep. hell yeah,,,

billy would read him stephen king or some of his scary books, and you read him whatever he wants --- even if it's just comics.

he's just so happy about having you two taking acre of him.

[burningcheese-merchant]

I have. A few things to say! First of all, thank you for writing for here (and there, but I do not have an AO3)! I’m very in much love with someone going crazy for another and *mwah* do you do it right and justice! That said, prioritize yourself! Drink water! Eat! Do not burn out, and do not feel pressured to do stuff! I hope that your spark burns for long after this fandom!

Thank you so, so much for your kind words! I know you sent multiple asks, so I'm going to try to respond to the first two in one post, if that's ok! (I'll answer the PitayaFire one separately)

Don't you know that the truest, most profound kind of love is born not beneath the soft, pale light of the full moon, not in the sound of a pair's steps as they dance the night away, not within the warmth and security of a tender embrace, but within the walls of the solitary confinement cell in the "dangerous and violent" housing section of a psych ward? LOL jk. It's really fun writing a lovesick/obsessed person for some reason. I don't have this dynamic for any of my other ships, this is the first time I've opted to explore a darker, more uncomfortable and unstable route/interpretation of a "relationship" and it's honestly been a blast lol. (I DO also ship mutual BurningCheese, but under specific conditions, AKA Burning Spice has a redemption arc and GC falls for him on her own. I just can't justify them being together if he's still evil. So long as he is, the love is one-sided)

I really am grateful for your compliments and encouragement. I've got a super big and important BurningCheese fic in the oven rn, but I do need to actually focus on real life for a bit, so it'll be some time. I'll be posting drabbles on here and a fic or two on AO3 where BS is NOT dangerously insane, just a regular asshole who's down bad lol

You can rest assured that my crazy diamond will continue shining on long after I get tired of these games about talking cookies. I always loved writing, it's my favorite hobby and it's my only way of expressing my creativity since I can't draw to save my life. I actually have a 100% original work I've been tinkering with for a loooong time, but I always wanted that story to be told in comic form, and to do that... I have to learn to draw lol. (And that's... a really big mountain to climb. I want to climb it more than anything, but I don't know if I can. Feels like I keep slipping and falling on my ass every time I try to take and retake the first step on the first rock, you know? Idk how anyone does it, honestly...) In any case, I'm truly grateful for you and everyone else who bothers to look at my work and actually thinks it's good for some reason

Did you see that gacha animation though 👀 The way BS is looking at her 👀 y'all can't tell me he ain't thirsty. Look at that twinkle in his eye. Look at that smile. He wants to tear up more than just those wings, I'm telling you 👀 Shadow Milk is a silly billy, he thinks puppet shows and gaslighting are how you flirt with people. Mystic Flour is probably just like "what. What is this. Who is this man. Why is he handsome. Why do I feel this way. Emotions are futile. Love is ephemeral. I will not stray from the path. I will trap him in my mind prison and torture him. That will fix it. He will surrender to apathy. He will return my soul jam. He will see how smart and correct I am. Cloud Haetae will sing my praises to him until he believes them. Yes. That is what will happen. Victory is mine. I am Very Normal about this." Burning Spice? Down horrendous. Down crazy. When GC is there, it's like no one else is in the room. Won't stop smiling. Only mentions the Soul Jam once, focuses on her specifically the whole rest of the time. First real thing he says to her is how much she impresses him. Throws a tantrum after their fight essentially because she didn't step on him hard enough. Down bad. Down bad. Down bad. Ain't no way he isn't. You can't change my mind

Sorry for rambling. TL;DR: Yo Socrates, it's a fucking cookie (also thank you for your support)

[mycurrent-hyperfixation]

Sick & Tired (Locklyle One-Shot)

Summary: George is sick and tired of nearly dying because his friends can't admit they're in love with one another. And he's about to tell them as much.

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x Lucy Carlyle

Tags: fluff, pining, angst

Warnings: Mild spoilers for the books!

A/N: Heyo, me again. Thanks to those who left such lovely comments on my last fic. I know this fandom is a lot smaller than the one's I normally write for so I'm absolutely loving the enthusiasm when it comes to our shared obsession with this lovely little pairing. Hope everyone is having a good week. Like always, let me know if y'all want to be added/removed from my taglist! Love you all x

George didn’t particularly consider himself to be one of the most observant people he knew.

He was smart, sure. Witty, resourceful, diligent, clever. But when it came to being observant to the other people of his species? Well, he could not quite summon the same enthusiasm he had when observing the dead.

Yet, next to Lockwood and Lucy, George could almost be considered the most perceptive person in the world. He could not understand how it was that the two of them were some of the smartest people he knew, and the dumbest. 

Take Lockwood for instance. Just last week George had borne witness to Lockwood’s theatrical monologue as he recounted and solved each mystery of the case they had been on: the real reason of that strange man’s appearance on their doorstep, the true cause of death for the woman’s spirit they were fighting, and the unborn child in her belly. There had of course been some flourishing of his sword, some unnecessary swishes of his coat as he had danced with the ghost before Lucy had sealed the Source. But George was sure that everyone in that room – including Inspector Barnes who had arrived at the culmination of the flourishing and the swishing with a notable roll of his eyes – had been awed at Lockwood’s ingenious in that moment.

Sure, George had been the one to give Lockwood all the puzzle pieces in the first place. But even he had to admit that Lockwood had beaten him to the punch…on that occasion.

Yet, at the same time, it was a stray glance from Lucy that had nearly had Lockwood dropping his rapier mid-battle. A smile thrown his way that had him suddenly choking on his tea once they had arrived home afterwards. A whiff of her perfume that had him missing a step on the staircase and tumbling down to the landing.

And then there was Lucy. By all accounts, she was usually far more composed out of the two in any given situation. Her unparalleled Talent paired with her untameable curiosity made for an excellent co-worker. Even more so because of her lightning-fast reflexes and quick-thinking. 

But she too seemed to suffer from the same affliction as Lockwood: idiocy when in the others’ presence.

Yes, it had been her that had saved all of their lives the other day when she had heard the Poltergeist creeping up behind them in the shadows whilst they had been distracted by the Cold Maiden. But it had also been her who had blushed profusely and stumbled over her words in her report to DEPRAC afterwards when Lockwood had casually complimented her. It had been her who had pulled Quill away from the grips of a Limbless that night. But it was also her who had quite unsubtly tripped Quill on his way out the door after he had thrown one of his usual snide comments back at Lockwood.

It was maddening, really, working with a pair of smart imbeciles.

Worse, even, since he also had to live with them.

And so George’s morning (early afternoon) went like every other as he made his way down from his bedroom. When he entered the kitchen, he had expected to be greeted by a round of applause for having remembered to put his pyjama bottoms on. But instead, he was met by Lockwood and Lucy mooning over each other like usual.

‘Mooning’ was likely the wrong word for what he witnessed, George knew. It could probably be better described as furtive glances thrown between them when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Either way, George was sick of it, and so dramatically rolled his eyes as he went to put the kettle on. 

Whilst George would usually resign himself to eating his toast whilst fighting off his gag reflex as he looked upon the stupidity of his clueless friends, that particular morning saw him lacking in most of his patience. 

The night before had held its usual amount of Lucy and Lockwood’s pining as the three of them, accompanied by Holly and Quill, had investigated a supposed Type Two in a very small and very cramped cottage. In hindsight, all five of them likely didn’t need to be there. But George’s research had uncovered the site to be built on the land of an executioner’s lot, so they had decided it was better to be safe than sorry. 

In the end, it had meant that the working conditions that night had been exceptionally…close. Matters only worsened when Lockwood had the bright idea of pairing Lucy and Quill together for the initial sweep of the house. George had seen it, the very moment when Lockwood discovered his mistake as Lucy had to quite unceremoniously brush completely up against Quill to make her way out of the room. George could’ve sworn he had seen a vein nearly burst in Lockwood’s forehead a split second before the boy’s usual charming smile returned to his features.

What ensued that night could only be described as a complete shitshow.

George liked to think that their relationship with Quill was better now – not the best, but better. He did still consider Quill a massive tosser after all and that would likely never change. But even George had to admit that the night’s mishaps were not entirely Quill’s fault. Although the boy definitely did not help matters when he returned to the kitchen with Lucy laughing at his heel. George had turned back to Lockwood in that instance and had seen his jaw completely tensed. 

Lucy was all but repulsed by Quill, and everyone in that room knew it. George knew it. Holly knew it. Hell, even Quill probably knew it.

And Lockwood knew it. George was completely sure. 

Yet there Lockwood was acting the love-sick idiot for the rest of the night. He swiftly changed up the pairings, sticking Quill with a not-so-happy George instead. But things only seemed to get worse from there.

When the Type Two ghost did finally arrive – with a few unexpected friends – all hell broke loose. On most days, five agents should have been enough to deal with the situation, but Lockwood was seemingly anyone but himself that night. He was slow, his rapier movements lethargic. His orders came out stuttered, unsure of himself. His focus was distracted. Where he should have been looking at any of the ghosts that now surrounded them (he had quite the array to choose from after all), George could tell – even from beneath Lockwood’s sunglasses – that the boy couldn’t stop himself from glancing back at Lucy every chance he got.

So the night had been a long one, full of salt bombs, ectoplasm dodging and several bouts of running away. In the end, it had been Lucy who had screamed the order to find the Source. Lockwood had acted like the thought had never even occurred to him.

So George’s patience had been worn thin that morning, grains of salt still embedded into his hair. Lockwood and Lucy were sitting side-by-side at the table, quietly sipping their teas as Lucy’s bread toasted in the toaster. Neither of them had spoken to each other about the night before, the tension in the room was enough to tell George that. 

“I’m sick of this,” George mumbled louder than he had intended. 

“Sorry, what was that, George?” Lockwood asked, looking up as if he had genuinely not noticed George’s presence in the room.

“I’m sick of this,’ George said again, louder this time. 

George did not particularly want to die because his friends could not communicate with one another, and so he decided in that moment that he had had enough.

“Of what?” Lockwood asked, his eyebrows furrowing. Lucy’s toast popped out of the toaster and, as if autonomously, Lockwood rose from his chair, placed the pieces onto a plate and began buttering them.

“Of last night!” George burst out. Lockwood and Lucy stood still before him, both of their eyebrows furrowing now. “Of every night! Of every moment of every day and how you two as so goddamn stupid!”

“I’ll agree that last night did not go according to plan,” Lockwood began. “But I would hardly say that that warrants this-”

“According to plan?” George said. “What do you mean according to plan? Last night was a complete shitshow. It took us five hours to contain three ghosts! And all because-”

“Well it’s hardly that simple-” Lockwood tried. He knew where this was going now and tried desperately to get George to meet his eye.

“Because you two can’t just talk,” George continued. “It really shouldn’t be that hard! But no, Lockwood, you’ve instead got to bottle it all up like normal and then get wildly jealous when Lucy talks to anyone of the opposite sex. We could’ve been out of that house in an hour last night if you had just focused. Quill repulses any girl within a mile radius. I don’t understand how you can possibly think that Lucy has lost all of her braincells and is suddenly interested in him!”

Lucy and Lockwood’s mouths were now resolutely hanging agape.

“You thought…” Lucy began, turning to face Lockwood.

“Oh, please,” George continued, seemingly unable to stop himself now that he had begun. “Don’t pretend like you aren’t exactly the same. I remember how you acted when Holly first joined the team. You practically brought Aickmere’s down on us with your outburst near that Poltergeist!”

Lucy’s mouth snapped closed as she averted her gaze to the floor.

“I get it,” George said with a sigh. “Life’s hard. Feelings are hard. But I’ve had to put up with the two of you pining after one another since Lucy first set foot in that door. And frankly, I’m sick and tired of it! We have dangerous jobs, we live dangerous lives. One of you could die tomorrow and then where would you be? So just…talk!”

George was breathing heavily now, his panting the only sound that filled the room. The tension in the air was thick; so thick that he could likely slice his rapier right through it. 

“Now,” George continued. “I am going to finish my tea upstairs, alone. Then, I’m going to the archives and when I get back I don’t want to see any more pining one way or the other, please.”

And with that, George left. How he so wished to listen by the door and hear what was to come next. But he had done enough damage for one day and so retreated back to his room.

When George returned back home later that evening, he became nervous when he opened the door and was greeted by complete silence. There was no laughter, no talking, not even the kettle was being boiled and, at that time of day, that was a rarity.

A sense of regret washed completely through George as he closed the door behind him. What if he had only made things worse? What if he had ruined everything? What if Lockwood and Lucy had decided against finally getting together and putting George out of his misery?

His dread only got worse as he walked down the hallway. But as he passed the library, the door only barely ajar, he stopped in his tracks. Tentatively, so as to not make any noise, he pushed the door slowly open.

On the couch in the corner – laying in a position that did not look awfully comfortable – was Lockwood quite soundly asleep. And then there, wrapped within his arms, was Lucy, her head resting against Lockwood’s chest as she too slept. 

George smiled to himself, left the room and went to put the kettle on.

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[dazed--xx]

Having someone complement your work and wanting to see more from you about a certain scenario and then replying saying that it's a "tired ass scenario" is crazy to me. I'm genuinely not trying to be mean, but... damn I'd never ask you to write anything if that's how you're gonna respond.

Not that you probably give a fuck, but this is the kind of thing that makes people talk about you in the various stay group chats. It's not that hard to just take a compliment and move on without trying to downgrade others' request... Fucking hell.

Well not to be rude or anything at all legit saying this with a neutral stance right now. I never downgraded it and I also don't particularly care that people talk crap about me I'm fine with that im an adult and not everyone is gonna like me 🤷‍♀️ (also I don't feel like I'm important enough in anyones life nor the stay group chats to be a topic of discussion y'all got WAY more important things to talk about than my dumb ass 🙄)

What I did say is that from what I've read in manga/manhwa i don't like the scenario but ill give it a shot. I just don't like the awkwardness of the female lead putting herself through so much pain just to be considered a ‘good’ friend. I also just posted not too long ago saying that I was wrong for not liking it because the challenge its giving me as a writer is improving my writing so I've even acknowledged that I was wrong.

Also this is the first time I've said “yeah I don't really like this prompt so I wasn't gonna do it at first but I decided to challenge myself” so I don't really know what you're talking about like I do that often? I'm usually rambling about my fics and where my perspective came from when I get compliments on them and say thank you?

I'm just saying… I'm like rude but in a joking way I'm not being serious at all and you probably just don't get that cause its through like texting type stuff so it could come off that way Ugh I just wish I knew who you were cause like if you'd have a conversation with me you'd know I'm actually not a mean person and I try to make all my readers happy 😔 this fucking sucks man

[soaps-mohawk]

hi u dont have to reply to this u probably have a lot of asks & it must be tiring to answer them all but i just wanted to say: i love love love your work and i hope you enjoy writing them as well, i literally look forward to an update <3 even the smallest info about anything gives me such a serotonin boost i need to kiss ur forehead and ur big brain. i hope u have the bestest days ever and i hope u love ur work as much as i do xoxo

ps: and i also hope that u give urself breaks nothing is more important than u bbg love u bye

Aww thank you!!! 🥹 y'all got me out here crying at 7am on a Tuesday morning. This is so sweet omg 😭 I can't with y'all you've been so amazing and supportive. I wish I was better at taking compliments so I wouldn't have to feel like I'm repeating myself every time 😭

[vdoesstuff]

Fic #24 (Huskerdust)

Angel sat in the barstool, drink in hand, Husk across from him.

It was one of his favorite things, to just sit there and talk to Husk.

"Ugh. I have this one song stuck in my head... You know it?" Angel asked. The song had been stuck in his head all day."

"What is it?"

"You know, the one, that goes,

'When you move,

I can recall something that's gone from me, When you move,

Honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free,"

Angel faded the song out.

Husk stared in awe.

"That was beautiful." Angel smiled.

"Aww, stop." He could feel his face heating up. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not while being around Val all day. "It was nice hanging out with you today. Definitely beats going to work."

"Heh. I bet." Angel knew he'd probably regret skipping work, but it was worth it to be with Husk.

Husk turned, as he heard the door being thrown open.

Valentino.

"Speakin' of which," Angel muttered.

Husk had met him a few times before, usually when coming to pick Angel up from work. But the way he held himself, with such confidence, and poise, walking into somewhere he had never been like he owned it...

It was strangely off-putting.

Val wasted no time striding up to Angel. Something didn't feel right. Considering Val, this definitely wasn't a friendly visit. Val slapped Angel out of the stool.

"Where were you today?" He hissed.

"Val, I-"

Val hit him across the room. Angel backed into the corner, his eyes full of fear.

"Don't you ever let it happen again, you hear me?"

"Look, Val," Angel's voice was shaky. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I-"

"Don't forget, puta. I own you." The iron chain appeared between Angel and Val, the shackle weighing against his neck.

"That's enough." Husk came out from behind the counter. "You don't talk to him like that." Husk walked up to Val, staring him in the face. "Now you're gonna leave this hotel, and you're not gonna come back. Got it?" Val glared daggers at Husk, but left.

He turned to look at Angel, who was still in the corner. Tears were streaming down his face. His breathing was quick, and shallow. Husk extended his hand to Angel, who quickly took it, leaning into him, resting his head against Husk's chest. His arms closed around Angel's thin body. Angel sobbed into his embrace.

"Come here. It's ok. He's gone."

"I'm scared." Husk could feel Angel's shaky breathing.

"When you move,

I can recall something that's gone from me,

When you move,

Honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free," Husk sang.

Angel's breathing steadied. He stopped crying.

"You're good." Angel smiled.

"Not as good as you." Husk leaned down, and kissed Angel. "Now how 'bout I pour you a drink?" Angel sat up, and kissed him back.

"That sounds nice."

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I’ve never done a fic that wasn’t Zosan before. GIVE ME YOUR HONEST CRITIQUES AND CRITICISMS. PLEASE.

Many thanks to @tired-dragon22, @alchemicalgemturtle and @theroundbartable. Without y’all’s encouragement, I prob would not have written this.

This project got delayed a while for a multitude of reasons, but I got it to y'all as soon as I could. Thx for being patient ❤

(Btw, the song is "Movement" by Hozier, if y'all were wondering.)

[treveonwest]

(PowerRuff part 21 part 3) {The Cutie Prom}

Buttercup💚) yeah that's mostly because I don't like going to fancy events and I did buy the suit to go on a date with Summer but now I get to use it for something else but since we're all ready let's hurry up and go downstairs the Uber driver is going to be here in any minute

Bliss💜) you girls look so pretty I remember my first prom it was actually really fun and I think you girls are going to have a lot of fun

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Blossom🌸) thanks sis and I sure hope so

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Bubbles💙) I can't stop talking about it and we haven't went there yet

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Bliss💜) and Buttercup you look so not pretty not cute but handsome

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Buttercup💚) you know probably a normal girl would be insulted by that but I actually take that as a full-blown compliment so thanks sis

Narrator) well we see that the girls are having a fun time let's go see what the boys are doing and how they're getting ready

Butch🦴) I am so hot

Boomer😜) well I guess you do kind of look good I think I look a little better though *giggles*

Butch🦴) looking fly broski

Boomer😜) this is really exciting butch how do you think I look I really want to look good for bubbles

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Butch🦴) dude trust me you look awesome she's going to love it

Brick🤬) are you guys done yet I'm tired of waiting for y'all

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Butch🦴) yeah we're done just give us a second

Blaze🟣) you guys look so nice I remember my first prom I actually went out with the popular girl

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MojoJojo🧠) yeah I went out with a lot of girls and I was your guys's age but I hope you guys have fun considering this is your first prom

Narrator) well it seems like the boys are doing just fine let's go see what the Morebuks girls are doing

Princess👑) pigtails check pretty dress check i think I'm all set but here's one problem usually I would be going to the prom with a boy I'm going with a girl I don't know how to go on a quote on quote date with a girl damn it this is the only issue I'm having

Berserk🔥) well girly that's what you have a bisexual sister for I could teach you how to go on a date with a girl

Princess👑) wow berserk your dress looks really pretty but it's also kinda giving I just left a funeral

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Berserk🔥) thank you that's something every goth / Punk girl wants to hear so seriously are you really having an issue with this because Angel is a girl or are you having an issue with this because you think she had something to do with your kidnapping

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Princess👑) no I don't think she had something to do with my kidnapping I'm convinced about that now but yeah she's a girl I don't like girls I'm not gay I don't know how to go on a date with a girl

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Berserk🔥) well girl you basically got to try to be cool be calm and act like you're talking to one of your friends basically girls talk about well girl stuff and when it comes to flirting you can almost basically try to do what guys do but actually be good at it

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Princess👑) okay berserk I'll keep that in mind but let's go check on the other girls and see if they're done

Berserk🔥) oh my God brat your outfit is totes adorbs

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Brat🍑) I know right Tyler is going to love it

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Princess👑) you seem really crazy about this guy but it feels like you just met him

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Brat🍑) yes the last guy I had a crush on was Boomer and he does not like me at all matter of fact I think he's scared of me and he has a girlfriend so I need my situation with Tyler to go well which is why we need to see if brute is done yet come on chop chop

Princess👑) wow brute you look awesome it kind of sucks you're not going with anybody though

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Brute💋) I'm kind of okay with that though I don't need to go with somebody just to have fun let's get this party started

1 Hour Later

Boomer😜) Jesus Christ it's like sweets Galore

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Bubbles💙) I'm about to have such a terrible Sugar Rush

Princess👑) wow angel you have a yellow dress on too

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Angel🐭) yeah I thought it would be kind of cute if we matched I know you like to wear yellow so I wore a yellow dress

Scarlett🌹) there she is I got to go talk to her

Summer💄) so sis how do my leftovers taste

Scarlett🌹) that is the most rudest most dehumanizing thing I have ever heard of my whole entire life you know you're really stupid for breaking her heart like that and if you ask me she'll probably like me better than you

Summer💄) oh don't gas yourself up you better than me in your dreams you will forever be in my shadow so don't embarrass me at this party or I swear I will rip your head off…………. Now bye I have to meet up with this guy I went to here with oh yeah it's a guy something you can never get

Scarlett🌹) yeah well I DON'T EVEN LIKE GUY'S!!!!!!!!!

Don't Worry Keep Reading .

[a-library-of-old]

por fin un blog de Jack Horner y con personas con el mismo gusto 😩 me leí todas tus headcanons y me gustaron mucho, así que quería saber si puedes hacer una mini historia en el que Jack por fin se casa con el Lector y pasan su noche de bodas (tu ya sabes a qué me refiero 😳) y Jack le muestra placeres que nunca había sentido.

¿Jack sería del tipo dominante? ¿Tendría miedo de lastimar a su pareja por su tamaño? ¿cómo seria en el cuidado posterior?

Ngl I have no clue what this says soooo....GOOGLE TRANSLATE!

The Google is telling me you've requested Jack on y'alls wedding night so I gotcha! Thank you for the compliment by the way ☺️

So first off, this probably isn't the first time you guys have done this but this time? Oh there's a fire in his eyes! Why? Because your his and the marriage just means no matter what everyone will know

So expect it to be r o u g h, lots of hickys little prep oh and anywhere on you he's touching? Expect bruises (I'm so sorry for anyone with a dick reading this, and people with tits.....stress ball typa beats for everyone)

He seemed so tired before this to from all the people and festivities but the moment you two where alone? He might well have just woken up and chugged 5 coffees

If you are really attached to your wedding clothes though he will back off enough so you can properly get your clothes off and use the time to get his off as well

Really even if you where tired and just wanted to sit there? He's got enough energy for you both belive me

His hands easily moving you on him and wasting no time to begin a brutal pace, the mantra of mine all he seemed to say

He probably isn't gonna just want one round either so hope you don't get overestimated easily 🤷‍♂️

Will definitely want to hear you say your ✨️new✨️ full name, honestly he might cum right there if you time it right

Overall just a very needy and rough Jack

[klarion-the-witch-boy]

Well damn, if y'all don't want to humour me I'll humour myself (lighthearted and joking tone intended, but I'm tired from work so it might not come across well lmao).

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I like how I write dialogue. I enjoy reading back my own dialogue, a lot of the time.

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I'm not particularly embarrassed about my writing? But seeing folks comment on or kudos old fics of mine gets me all embarrassed/flustered sometimes.

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

I have delusions of picking any/all wips back up. I fear, however, some wips going without update for long periods of time. They're my babies, ya know? Makes me sad when I don't have the energy for them

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

I used to, sure. The overly self-indulgent stuff, or the spicy stuff, tend to be the kinds of writing I'll hold back. That's what the second AO3 account is for lmao.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

Signs and Portents (the fic in my pinned post) -- it was a big ol labour of love and seeing even one person enjoying it brings me joy. Granted, it's okay with me that it's not a "good performer" necessarily. I deeply enjoyed writing it.

✏️ Do you write every day?

No. I wish I would, though, because I'm emotionally at my best and most balanced when I'm regularly expressing myself creatively. ...but also, breaks are good. Even breaks from things you love.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Getting back to my writing after over a month of hyperfixating on crocheting so hard that I did nothing outside of crochet.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

Uhh. I dunno! If someone hates something I write, they're probably reading the wrong stuff?

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

3am. It's nice and quiet.

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

Plantser and Pantser. Planning isn't my forte.

📊 Current number of WIPs

∞

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Some. It's not something normies (for lack of a better word) understand, though, is it?

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Oh, interesting question. I can't think of one off the top of my head? Uh. I don't think I've written anything significant for Poe Dameron?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Plotting, just in general.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

Yeah, pretty regularly actually. I write primarily for myself, so it's exactly what I want to read. XD

🌈 What inspired you to write Signs and Portents?

Spite ✨

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

The "writing" part.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

- a "the Batfam is dead/ghosts" fic

- a TimKon rewrite of The Mummy with Tim as Ankhsunamun/Evie and Kon as Brendan Fraser O'Connell. But not a straight rewrite so much as a heavily inspired one.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

Yeah, sometimes. I don't know the deepest dive I've done, but a more recent "dive" was into the kinds of identity documents a child would need to enter school. Or just to prove who they are in general -- I needed to set a clone kid up with documentation.

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

Compliment* (sorry)

Fast-paced, dialogue-heavy, informal. And I know these can all be criticisms of writing, too, but they're facets of my writing that I like. For me, that makes them compliments.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

Technically, if it's my own writing, the thoughts I have about it are canon-canon (to the work itself).

I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but I do generally have background stuff in mind for some fics, stuff that's never explicitly spelled out but which colours and guides the way the story is written.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

I'm assuming we're still talking about things I've written? I'm which case, it would be Bonding Bats, which I wrote as a way to comfort myself when a family pet passed on.

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

I.... don't know. Um.

I'm a pretty "safe" and vanilla writer. I don't have much content which -- if translated into the real world (because it's fiction and it's not illegal to write fiction about things, even if those things are illegal -- that's why Grisham isn't in jail for writing crime fiction lmao) -- would get me arrested. Maybe one of my fics where I killed off the Joker or something?

I really don't know.

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I think I lean a bit more towards writing fic? Because I'm producing the stuff I most want to read, generally speaking. But it varies.

💋 [Freeform -- something I'd want to say about one of my fics/my fic writing]

Umm... well. I took part in a small exchange, a bit ago (maybe two years?) and I ended up producing a gift fic for every other member of the exchange. I actually listened to the entirety of a podcast (Archive 81 I think?) to do one of the fills. I was very proud of myself for managing a fic for everyone, haha.

That's a wrap! Thanks for joining me on this adventure. XD

If anyone wants to send the emojis, I'll give more answers/different answers/go more in depth on my answers for whatever. But it's no big deal if I don't get emojis in my inbox -- I got this mostly out of my system by just answering everything lol.

Fanfic Ask Game (the movie, the sequel)

In celebration of me actually working on a fic, I made y’all an ask game instead of continuing to work on that fic. Pls enjoy.

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

✏️ Do you write every day?

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

📊 Current number of WIPs

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

📚 Do you read your own fic?

🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]?

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

💋 [Freeform - what is something you want to know about one of poster’s fics?]

[wolpertinger-prince]

On the topic of being the favorite person when you're mentally ill yourself:

Being the favorite person was terrible in more ways than one. When I was the favorite person, I felt I was given the reins to the other person's happiness without having asked for it or have even implied that I was okay with that responsibility. I never wanted to be a hero or save anybody; I just wanted a friend. But I went along with it and let them guilt me about trying to set boundaries with them during the rare times I did because I enjoyed their company.

When I was no longer the favorite person, it hurt because the other person started to act so different from how I knew them. They ceased to compliment me like they used to all the time and started to bail on plans we made in favor of hanging out with their other friends. It hurt because I didn't know what was going on then, not like I do now. It hurt to be suddenly losing my friend.

I was an insecure bastard. Still am, really. I ate up the compliments and the showers of praise and the gifts because it felt good that someone saw value in me. I'd been lonely before. I felt invisible before. In a way, I gave them the reins to my happiness, too. I probably have BPD, too, but they would tell you that they were never my favorite person. The fact that I looked up to other people around us probably upset them. It probably felt like I was leading them on. But I genuinely saw them as a friend, a good one even. Maybe because I was desperate for a good friend.

But because I was desperate and lonely and felt invisible, I let them get away with a lot of things that I guess was par for the course of being the favorite person. I was all at once a slave, royalty, and a beast. So basically a pet. I felt like I was a divine creature while also feeling like I had to make up for my shortcomings where they apparently had none.

I dunno, I guess the point of this is to share how being a favorite person can fuck you up if you're already fucked up. This isn't to shame anyone with BPD; like I said, I probably have it myself and I definitely have put people in pedestals and acted creepy towards them. And I definitely don't wanna be like "stay away from the spooky bee pee dee people oooooooooooo~" but I also like. I'm tired of seeing that meme that's like "you act different now" "ya bc you're not my favorite person anymore lolz" because it feels like some of y'all see your fps as toys to play with and I don't gel with that. So, without vilifying anybody, let's just say that's something we need to work on, 'kay?

[amberjazmyn]

pinky promise part two

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - pinky promise part two

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - not a lot as this is just sweet family fluff and reunions

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - aurelia ackles finally comes home from study in brisbane

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this was so much fun to remake after so many years so, i hope y'all enjoy part two. also, whilst i didn't do it in the first part, whatever is italics is either flashbacks or the youtube vlog!

masterlist you can read part one right here!

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aurelia's pov | three weeks later 

it had been exactly three weeks later of me arriving back to college in brisbane when my phone lit up. a facetime notification from dad but, usually, it would be from jj. however, i was wrong this time, it was a facetime from dad. a smile instantly formed on my face as i answered the call. however, he did not look happy at all and instantly, i panicked.

"hey dad, what's up, what's new?" i asked in confusion and slight panic as dad sniffled on the other end

"something's wrong with jj! she just...she..." dad couldn't even finish his sentence before he rubbed his hand over his face as my heart ached for my dad

"...hey, dad, it's okay! what happened and what's wrong? it's going to be fine, just what's wrong with jj?" i tried to keep as calm as i could, knowing if i freaked out then it would only make it worse for dad

"she...she just isn't happy and has shut down. she won't even talk to mom or me...not even mom's belly!" okay yeah, this was a problem now!

completely disregarding that dad had managed to find a spot in the house where it was just him, jj really wasn't doing well with me being back at college that's on the other side of the world.

"dad, are you sure she's not happy and talking to the babies completely?" i just wanted to make sure whether or not dad was telling the exact truth, not that i think he's lying by any means, or if he was just worrying about one small thing happening that wasn't a constant

dad just shakes his head, another shaky breath and face rub as my heart breaks even more.

"yes, she won't even play with the dogs anymore or me! she's just...she's not okay, ria!" dad was scared as there was nothing i could do to comfort dad but just tell him that everything would be okay when that was most likely a lie

"dad, have you told mom and has mom tried to talk to jj?" i then question as dad nods his head again as i kick myself, of course dad's tried mom, that's probably the first thing he did

"yes, of course she has! we've even tried uncle jared. the last time we tired, jj slammed the door in front of us. please, aurelia, you need to come home! jj needs you and so do we! we need you so badly, jj's going crazy and i think you not being here isn't helping her! please come home!" dad sniffled as my eyes watered at hearing my dad asking me for help as i realise, maybe i shouldn't have left and i should refer to doing my degree online instead

"i can try dad, this time i'll seriously try! i need to go though as i am about to have a meeting with my topic coordinator but, i can ask! i'll text you, i promise! i love you and, before i go, well done on being so sneaky and running away from jj!" i wink at the end, of course i needed to throw in that little compliment to dad as running away from jj is not easy as dad smiles before catching a tear with his shoulder as i send him a kiss before hanging up the facetime

"thanks darling! i love you too!" dad responded back as i smiled before the facetime ended

now, time to talk this through with my topic coordinator and actually be straightforward with him. i had walked in for my meeting with my coordinator and, i think he noticed how dishevelled and utterly tired i was.

"...you can divert to online classes aurelia, you don't even need to ask me," was the first thing my topic coordinator said, wait, what? how did he know i was even going to ask him this?

"wha-what? sir, how...how did you know i was going to ask you that? and even if i was, of course, i'd need to ask you i-"

"-ssh, aurelia, please sweetheart. i've known you so well throughout this year that, it's obvious that your family seriously need you. you have that caring nature that they, desperately need back at home. go back home to austin, i also think it'll be better if you stayed home as well. the only times you'd need to leave them is for your six-week placements in second and third year. everything else, you'll do online, book your flights back to austin before i do it for you!" he smiled, giving me a friendly wink as i was just gobsmacked, he was allowing me to go back home without any other explanation and that was it

"oh...okay! thank you, for being so understanding sir!" i responded simply, still in utter shock as he smiled, nodding his head happily

"my pleasure, aurelia, you deserve it!" he smiles as i then escort myself out of his office before doing a happy dance

time skip 

let's just say, there wasn't any point in staying on campus so, i decided that i'd leave campus and immediately book my flight back home to austin, texas. and this time, without the option of a flight back to brisbane because i won't be coming back home until early to mid next year. i decided that this was an appropriate time to whip out my good ol' vlog camera as i know for sure my fans and subscribers would be excited about this!

"hey guys! it's aurelia, welcome back to aurelia's vlogs! it's nice to have you back or welcome if you are new, hi, i'm aurelia ackles and i film daily vlogs about my weird and wacky life! so, for today's vlog, i will be giving some very exciting news! i just came back to australia from my semester break back home in austin, texas for semester two as it started back again. so, because of that, i had to leave home and my family who, you all know because my dad's one of the most famous actors right now. however, i just got back from a meeting with my topic coordinator and he just allowed me to defer from being an on-campus international student to an online student back home in austin. so, i just bought some plane tickets to home which is austin. so, literally tomorrow, i'm gonna be on a plane back home to austin to surprise my family and they have no clue whatsoever! so, i'm going to on that journey so, this vlog will be a super long one and it will be over the course of a couple of days so, apologies in advance but, you guys do love my vlogs back home in austin just as much as you've loved my brisbane blogs so, hopefully this vlog isn't too boring. but, yes, that's my update for y'all and, i'm just incredibly excited that i was given permission straight away without even mentioning anything to my topic coordinator. it was like he had heard my facetime call with my dad as he had facetimed me in a lot of worry for my sister, jj. my sister jj hasn't been handling this situation well at all and it's just gone down hill for her quickly. and, i promised dad that, if i could work something out, i one hundred percent would. but, now that i can, i have to keep it quiet until tomorrow when i surprise them!" i paused as i then showed them my laptop screen, showing them the plane tickets back home to austin as i squealed in excitement

i then decided to take my vlog camera into my bedroom as i decided i should probably pack as i am literally leaving early tomorrow morning for my flight back home to austin.

"now, i'm in my room so, maybe if you guys could pack with me because i'm going to be back in austin tomorrow!" i squealed as i just then stopped in shock that i even uttered those words, my hands covering my mouth as tears of joy came to my eyes

"my family have no clue that this is even happening! they're most likely right now, still trying to get jj to talk to them, not even knowing that tomorrow, i'm surprising them! like, what the fuck?! and it's been not even a full month since i've been back in brisbane! wow, still in shock that my topic coordinator just said yes without any context! i...i...wow, i really need to calm myself down and maybe turn the vlog camera off!" i giggled, turning the vlog camera off as i then decided to pack my bag with the company of my own thoughts and music that was playing in the background

then, after packing my bags and deciding that i was tired as fuck due to the time now being ten-twenty pm and having to be awake by at least five am, i decided it was probably the right time to go to bed so, i did.

next day | 5 am | aurelia's pov 

i smiled into my vlog camera as i did my usual intro and then explained as to why i was in my car (that i have when i'm in brisbane, australia) because today, i was flying back to austin, like, my home austin and my family had absolutely no idea that i was surprising them.

"...so, like previously mentioned, i am in my car because i am flying back home to austin and surprising my family and i'm doing this three weeks after leaving austin to start the second semester of my first year of university. however, yesterday, i had a meeting with my topic coordinator and, the first and only thing he said was that i could for sure switch from on-campus learning to online learning so that i would be able to pretty much reside at home in austin and then only fly back to brisbane for my six-week placements during second and third year of uni. so, i think it's kind of easy to tell why i'm going a little crazy but, i'm just so excited because, literally yesterday, dad facetimed me in such distress about how badly jj, my little sister, was dealing with me being so far away from home. so, that was when i knew i had to at least try to see if i was able to be exempt from staying on campus and, i was granted it straight away without even asking. so, i'm super excited so, the next clip you'll see is of me checking into the airport and then going through security, see you then!" i smiled as i coverd my hand over the camera so i could continue the transition when i was done with driving, checking into the airport and then going through security

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i had now gone through airport security and was just waiting for my flight to be called over the intercome so, i just kept the vlog camera recording as in editing i'd just speed it up so it wouldn't be boring. when suddenly, my flight was called and i just became overwhelmed that i had a little cry. yeah, probably just a bit embarrassing but, i had been waiting for this literally the minute i landed back here in brisbane and, it was now finally happening.

"...so, guys, sorry for me whispering but, as you can possibly tell, i just got onto my plane back home to austin and, this is where the vlog will end for now as i'll literally be in the air for like, nineteen hours. so, i don't want to bore you so, the next time you'll see me is when i'll be surprising mom, dad and jj! see y'all when i'm back home in austin, love y'all!" i smiled, covering my vlog camera as i then put it on the seat next to me as i had no one in those seats as i just connected my airpods and played one of my playlists

and as if it was fate and i was going through some deja vu thing, she waits was the first song that started playing. except, this time, it was a happy tear that fell from my eye as i was coming home, not leaving.

time skip | austin

nineteen hours and thirty nine minutes later, i was finally back home in austin and i was minutes from surprising the family. i had rented a cute little car and decided that i would drive up there on my own and then surprise them. the reason being why i rented a car was because dad had driven my car with all of us in it the day they dropped me off but without a second car. meaning that dad couldn't just leave my car in the secure parking so i could drive it back home as they then wouldn't have a car to drive themselves back home in. but, the amount of excitement i had was uncanny. i at first did think about texting or ringing up uncle jared and aunty geneiveve if they could help me with the surprise and pick me up but, i decided not to and wanted to include them in the surprise as well. so, i turned on my vlog camera, bursting with excitement and not able to believe that i was back home already!

"hey guys! it's aurelia, welcome back to aurelia's vlogs! i'm back home in austin, ahhh!" i giggled, yep, that's what my intro to this part of the vlog was going to be and, i was lowkey loving it

"it's happened, i'm back home and the amount of times i've cried over the span of these nineteen hours is crazy but, they've been happy tears this time, i promise! so, as of right now, i'm in the little car that i rented since my actual car is back at home since we only had my one car with us. and i'm now just driving to my house to surprise my family! i think i'm gonna attempt to surprise them all individually and see how that goes! i might also check to see if the padalecki's are visiting as well as i also wanna surprise them as well!" i said, biting my lip as i tried to figure out the logistics in my head as to how i'd surprise them all individually - especially if the padalecki's were visiting

"and, i think, because dad was the person who brought this up to me first, i'm gonna surprise dad first and then i'll get him to help me surprise the rest of the family and the padalecki's if they are either with us or near us!" shortly after saying this, i had parked the rental car a side street from the house and just etched out my surprise plan to the camera so it would make sense not just in my head but saying it out loud as well

"so, i'm in a side street, my house is literally just adjacent pretty much to this street but, the first person i'm gonna surprise is dad as he was the one who facetimed me worried which i've mentioned a few times in this vlog already. so, i feel like i'd be able to surprise him so good first and then have him help me surprise the rest of the family, leaving jj till last as she has been struggling the most with me not being home. so, yeah, i think that's how i'm gonna do it but, the surprises for them is what i need to figure out!" i bite my nail as i try to think as best as i could how i could surprise the rest of my family and get their separate and very unique reactions

i then got excited as i figured out about dad and mom's surprises so, those were the first two i said!

"ooh, i know how i'm gonna surprise mom and dad! for dad, i'm gonna message him telling him that i had sent him a package and for him to come outside as the mailman is at the door with it. except, it's me that's the package and then with mom, i'm going to make sure that dad brings oscar outside with him and then just come in and say, "did anyone lose their dog' or to that extent and then get mom's reaction. but, i still don't have any ideas for jj or even the padalecki's if they're visiting but, i'm going to stick with the ideas that i have for mom and dad!" i was proud at how secretive i was being as honestly, i had to hold myself back from texting dad about this

then i realised how i'd surprise jj and, it was kind of similar to dad's surprise except, i'm going to have dad ask jj if she could help him with opening the package i had sent him. in which, i will ask dad if he could legitmately place me inside a cardboard box and then, i think if the padalecki's are visiting, i'll just wing it unless they are around when i'm surprising mom, dad and jj! okay, that sounds great, let's go surprise my family!" i squealed in excitement as i then calmed myself down

then i exited the car and tried to sneakily walk to the door, sending the message to dad that read" dad, i sent you a package and it has just arrived at the door, the mailman is waiting for you with it, if you could come outside to grab it, he'd appreciate that very much. and, if you could bring oscar as well, he'd appreciate that even more. thanks daddio!"

"okay y'all, i just sent dad the message and, let's just see if this plan will work!" i widened my eyes in slight fear as i showed them the message as i hear some shuffling at the door before it opened

and then, dad was right in front of me with oscar who had gotten so excited about seeing me. it took him a few good moments to realise that i was the package i had spoke about. but, the second he realised, he instantly shut the front door and lunged towards me as i giggled. dad's face relaxing from all the stress he had been going through with jj and probably mom's pregnancy with the twins as well.

"you're here, aurelia! how...how...what...what? we were literally on the phone about this when it was yesterday for you? what, how did you get here so quickly?" dad stammered out as i pouted towards my vlog camera, due to them only seeing my face, not dad's

"my topic coordinator just knew and, that's the short story as i need you to help me with surprising mom and jj. also, are uncle jared, aunty genevieve and the boys visiting?" i asked, pulling out of the hug as dad relaxes completely as he nods his head in excitement

i then told him the plan as he was excited, immediately grabbing my hand and running me upstairs. thank the lord, the rest of the family were outside in the backyard and had no clue that i had just walked in with dad.

i then made sure dad had got mom on her own as i then went to surprise her with oscar.

"um, did someone lose their dog?" without even needing me to finish my sentence, mom hobbled off the couch and waddled over, absolutely ignoring oscar and pulled me into a hug as she squealed in excitement

"aurelia noelle ackles! what are you doing here!" she yelped out as i just giggled as i told her the short story as mom just lept for joy, well, not completely since pregnant with twins as it was now time to surprise the padalecki's since i was right and they were visiting

so, i wanted to surprise them before surprising jj with me jumping out of dad's package so, that's what i did.

"hey momma! i knew you'd get excited!" i giggled before we parted ways after i kissed mom's belly so i could then surprise the padalecki's with their help before surprising jj

so, the way we surprised uncle jared, aunty genevieve and tom and shep was kinda simple, i just walked outside where they all were. jj was in the lounge room adjacent yet, she was fast asleep so she was none the wiser that i was even home. and, they realised that everyone else had all been surprised and it was just jj left so they managed to keep their excited squeals as quiet as they could.

"...aurelia! what are you doing home?!" was basically what uncle jared, aunty genevieve, tom and shep all said, although it was different from all of them, it was basically them asking me what i was doing home

"my topic coordinator gave me permission to do majority of my study here at home. i will only have to go back to brisbane for a six week period of placement next year for second year and then third year. i'll also obviously, have to go back for graduation but, other than that, everything else, i have permission to do here at home!" i said as they just smiled and pulled me in for a group hug, tom and shep begging to be held

and, of course, with dad holding the vlog camera and filming all of this, there was no way i could say no to picking up little tommy and shep!

after surprising the padalecki's, it was finally time for jj's surprise and this was the surprise i think i was most excited for.

"...so, i'm now about to go inside this big cardboard box because jj has just been awoken from her little nap from dad to see if she could assist him, dad, in opening his package. and, jj's just going to think it's a normal package when really, it's me! dad will also be filming on my phone so you'll get two different angles for the vlog of jj's surprise, enjoy!" i squeal as i then stop whispering as i had ducked back into the cardboard box as i had suddenly heard dad and jj come out of the lounge room and into the kitchen

"here's the package birdie, do you just mind helping me opening it with me, baby girl? your big sister, ria, sent me a really big package and i can't open it!" i could tell by dad's tone of voice about how excited he was as i could for sure tell that jj was skeptical and not too excited but helped out dad anyway

"sure...daddy..." jj mumbled, i almost teared up because jj sounded so upset and not interested as i heard her move closer to the box - it was almost showtime

"daddy...why...why's it so hard to open i-"

just as jj was confused and struggled to open the box, i jumped out of the box. instantly, jj reacted and it was the sweetest reaction ever, she had no clue whatsoever what she was supposed to do. she just fell backwards and her eyes screwed wide open as her eyes filled with tears.

"-hey birdie! i was daddy's package, do you like it?" i responded with a small giggle as jj then crawled forward and jumped into my lap as i giggled

i then pouted at her reaction as immediately, she started to cry as i looked at mom, dad and the padalecki's as i then looked back at jj.

"you're home sissy! i missed you so much!" jj cried as i giggled and hugged her tightly, swaying her side to side as i was shocked i hadn't lost my balance since she jumped on me and into my lap

"oh, i missed you too my sweet girl! i missed you too but, look, i'm now home!" i giggled as we pulled out of the hug but jj didn't want the hug to end just yet so i moved back into the hug

i then swiftly handed the vlog camera to uncle jared as i then stood me and jj up. also because my legs and feet were going a little numb so i needed to move them around a bit. jj didn't let go of the hug for a little while after so, i just simply waved to the vlog camera and had uncle jared turn off the vlog camera.

after uncle jared turned off the vlog camera, jj still held onto me tightly as i smiled and waited until she was ready to be let out of the hug. and because jj still wasn't ready to let go of the hug, i didn't try to and everyone just watched, just happy that i was able to come back home and study online.

then, finally, after a while, jj let go of the hug and she forced us all, as a family, to go into the lounge room to watch a movie to celebrate me coming home. and, because jj wanted to watch it again, we decided to watch lilo & stitch. and after the end credits of lilo & stitch were rolling and everyone was disbursing themselves up to bed, including myself, i made my outro for my vlog whilst i was in my bed about to go to sleep. by this point, everyone was up in their rooms so, jj wasn't with me this time. and no, she wasn't stuck to me like glue.

"...i almost forgot to film an outro since i had uncle jared end the footage of the surprises after i surprised jj because i just didn't want it to be filmed any longer. also, sorry that i'm whispering but, i'm whispering because everyone's in bed and getting ready to go to sleep so, that's why i'm so quiet but i'll have subtitles so you can understand what i'm saying..." i giggled, trailing off before i continued the outro

"...so, i'm back home in austin, texas and i am so excited about it because i don't have to go too far for classes. i just can do it anywhere in the house and i don't have to worry about any worrying facetime calls from dad about my little sister jj or the twins in mom's belly! so, goodnight my lovelies, i love you all so much, you are all beautiful, you are not alone and always keep fighting!"

i ended my vlog and basically straight away fell asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow. i was smiling tonight as i was so glad to finally be in my own bed in my own room, in my own house with my family.

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ok but, imagine seeing jensen get so stressed like that over facetime like, no, that'd hurt my heart so much! 

ok bye ily xx

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[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hey guyss

😬 yeahh the cameras :(

:( bc that's just a rough situation

Ahh yeah then you can see all the trauma of that xdd

Oh right and they get real (not real) cameras lol

Hmm okay so he did try to break in

Ope?

LOL his accomplice o.o guess he did need help xD

Guess he doesn't care about being found now? Fair enough

Do you not see they're cops o.o

Ayy we love the commitment xD

Oh no-

Sir o.o

XD

Oh gosh they really hate her o.o

Don't go in too angry bestie be chill xdd

Yeah bestie she knows 😬

C'mon girl you got this 😬

😑 sir

Leave her aloneee

Okay good response good response

GLAD?

Bro I hate this guy 😑

Okay be chill be chill

But also go off girl xd

Honeyy xd 😭

OPE good thing they left those cameras o.o

??

The bandages and such, were there two of them?

Annnd they don't know the island 😭😬

Nope

Oh gross 😭

NOOO sir sorry 😭 poor girlie :((

Bro is crazy o.o

Bailey now is not the time xD

Nolan I don't think that'll work

Nah yeah he's way crazy o.o

I mean it kinda is a whole operation now xD

Nolannn be chill 😭

Guysss 😭😭

Maybe they'll hear the yelling?

UMMM

UH OH UH OH

EXCUSE ME???

Imagine if they killed Bailey right here

Did he shoot John in the leg???

YEAH RUN GUYS GUN

And screaming lol

Ahhh no him

Howw though?

OHH YEAH THE JAM

SLAY NOLAN :D

YOO go off Nolan with the chair

Y'allll 😭😬

Uh ohhh uh oh

OOP go off

Hey guys XD I mean why are they even there lol

Just for funsies xD

Ah for towels clearly 😌

EW

LOL the backup xD slay

ICONIC go off all y'all

XD funny that Nyla and Angela were too late lol but I'm sure the lift out and emotional just, them being there helped!

Ayy slay Celina :DD

Nice compliments Tim :))

Lol nahhh he ain't

Aww hey guys xD

XD yeah she's being going through it lol xd 🤢

Awww besties :'))

I love them sm thank you very much <33

Yeah it'll be back to normal soon :'DD :')

I'm glad we didn't drag that out too long <33

Aww that good night Celina was cute idk why

The way he said it was satisfying/sweet :)

Babeys <33 🥰

OOP detective's list o.o?

Uh ohh

Nah she's gonna see her name farther down but still there hey :)

Good shock?

Uh oh

Okay maybe it's not good shock xd

ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ huh??

Oh bc she'll be on it for so long :((?

Aww 17 😭😭 Honey I'm so sorry :(((

Lucyyy 😭😭😭😭😭💔❤️

Poor babey :'(( <3

I thought I saw a bit of a clip that said 17th place and that explains it xdd 😭

Nahh she'll do something that moves her up idk how but she will

I'm glad story wise she didn't do too amazing though :') :'/

XD hey besties lol

You look tired

I mean that's kinda what we expected though isn't it lol

Oogh gosh o.o pieces 😬

Ahh yeah xd makes sense

The getting paranoid lol

I mean they were conducting surveillance lol-

I mean they didn't do much xD

XDD guys

LOL

I mean is it really that pleasant there xD

After all the. yk. murder lol

Awww honey 😭 xd

Okay phew I don't have to see her tell Tim lol

Not that he would've been upset with her or anything, he probably hugged her lol :) but still it would hurt me

I mean is it worse though xD

Awww what is it (this is a tiny bit of the clip I saw, like "prize for 17th" is what I saw)

AWWWWW STOP THAT IS SO CUTE

Did he get that as 1st originally on purpose :'))?

Honey <33

LOL metro xD

AWWWW lovelies 🥰🥰 of course she did :')

If this doesn't prove he supports you doing that idk what does xD

Awww honey :')) :'( you could never disappoint him <3

AWW yeah :') xD

Y'ALLLLL they're so cute <333

Aww it is cute/sweet xD <33 🥰❤️

Ope 👀?

Nahh it's a tv ain't it xD

Yep

Lol good for you guys XD

I bet you got that from the beach though and I just have to say. You do know you live by the beach don't you xD

Awww y'all 🥰 at least you had a good time for a while there lol

Happy Honeymoon for real guys 🥰🥰❤️

Awww lol I love them <33

[burritosandpeppermint]

I'll just get it out of the way: here's the link if anyone else wants to read my silly scribbles.

I was honestly overwhelmed last night; I could barely watch TV or eat and eventually had to go out for a walk where I'm sure the people in our neighborhood who were out for a stroll or walking their dogs weren't at all carefully watching the six foot middle aged man shuffling down the sidewalk, head down, mumbling to himself about what it all meant. Maybe if there's a neighborhood watch I'll join it and say "Yes, who was that man?" as I twirl the fake mustache that I've glued over my real mustache. "He sounds quite disturbed!"

I came home and journaled about it a little and kinda finally calmed myself down a little bit. Later when Noelle came home we caught each other up on our day as usual and I couldn't help but share everything and of course she's excited for me (and possibly reading this now: Hi, Noelle!).

In journaling and talking with Noelle I think I started to understand why I feel so overwhelmed, my heart racing, my imagination running wild.

The first thing, I think, is just this...exposure to so many people. Due to a few viral flukes I have way more followers than I think I really should, but really I interact with maybe a dozen of you, so I kind of consider my Tumblr world to be no bigger than that, really. Maybe far more people actually look at my posts but we're talking interaction here, and that means "confirmed" exposure, when I know for a fact that someone has seen whatever I've posted or reblogged. I'm used to my world being only so large, so this feels like my little zine got published in the New York Times. I HAVE BEEN OBSERVED.

The second thing is the praise and compliments. Guys, this is the first piece of fiction that I've even attempted in well over 20 years, since my college days where I thought that by taking literature classes and getting on the fast track to teaching I'd find my life's purpose...before I had to drop out to work full time to help pay rent in the apartment my friends and I had in El Cerrito, and also to help pay for my alcohol and nicotine habits. I regretted not truly attempting new writing or poetry but also resigned myself to the life of a worker; not that laborers or people who hold full time jobs can't be creative, but I just didn't seem to have the spark, really, so I turned my back on the idea. Then out of nowhere a few weeks ago I decided to visit the writing prompts blog and saw something that seemed kinda cute and Terry Pratchett-y and I just kind of ran with it. And worked on it. I mean I really worked on it: changing POV and tenses, genders and pronouns, fleshing out characters more and giving them some depth, and ultimately my idea of a 3-4 page story just blew up. I eventually got tired of writing and re-writing and analyzing every line and just "published" it, ready to move on to the busy work week ahead of me. There was a reblog and a like here or there but otherwise nothing, and that was completely fine. I honestly expected little to nothing and kinda forgot about it. And then the writing prompt blog reblogged it yesterday afternoon and...guys...and by that I mean all of Tumblr...y'all are so sweet, and kind, and encouraging, and I'm so glad you enjoyed the witches names. And I provide all that context above because I currently work in a job that is fulfilling to a degree; it has its challenges and opportunities, it's a niche career that I can probably stay in for the rest of my working life (read: until I die), and I'm well enough liked in the industry. That being said, the corporate masters don't understand our work, and therefore don't understand our value, and our customers, whom we are trying to help, don't either, and frankly question our purpose if they don't outright ignore us. It can be really disheartening to know what good work I can do and to have it be well regarded within my industry's world while also unknown, avoided or reviled by seemingly everyone else. So to take a stab at something almost as a distraction from the norm (read: job*) and put it out there and have it get the Tumblr crush of positive attention...it's like having someone break our window, throw a fire hose through it saying "Candy delivery!" as candy shoots out of it, then there's a knock on the door and I answer and there are 100 people as part of a kitten and puppy delivery service and they just start handing me animal after animal. It's a lot, to say the least.

And encouraging.

That leads to my third point.

Can I do this? Is this something that I can do?

I have some ideas for back stories for almost all of the characters involved. I have vague ideas on what they do next and what happens to them after the story I published, which also has to be filled out more. I can see more of their adventures; a series of stories, really. I have some science fiction story ideas as well.

Can I do this? Is this something that I can do?

I'm not going to pretend that I can quit my day job any time soon; indeed, the likelihood of that is very, very small (be careful putting exciting ideas in the head of someone touched with mania because we will take that and just run with it right off the playing field of reality). But it doesn't mean I can't devote myself to a hobby; that I can't read more fiction to learn how others have done it; that I can't join groups of other writers (my default reaction to joining any group or being social with strangers is "NO!" so I'll have to talk myself into that one over time); and it ultimately doesn't mean that I can't self-publish if I decide that it could be a good move. Or not. I could just write little stories and publish them...somewhere? I guess Tumblr, but maybe there are other places? I mean, I see y'all posting about AO3 all the time but that seems more like it's for fandoms and such. ANYWAY, my point is that I can play with this and see what happens.

Even though I was tired last night I was still in an excited state by all of this so I got just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit extra huge stoned (happy 20th of April!). I got a solid five-ish hours of sleep but woke up an hour earlier than usual and couldn't fall back to sleep again. I'll probably pay for that with a nap. I should have light work this morning and a one-to-one with my manager. Life will be normal.

But it won't be normal, possibly never again. If I commit, if I act, if I let myself free my life will be different, and I'll be writing my own future.

*I swear I didn't write it on my work time** **too much

Okay so I think everyone decided to get stoned today (appropriately) and read my little story from last week based on that writing prompt blog and it's getting reblogged and liked like crazy and everyone is being so sweet and supportive and kind and I'm a little uncomfortable because I don't know what to do with this and it's a bit much for me to handle right now so I've got some things in the queue but otherwise I don't know that I'll be on here very much for the rest of the night because it's a lot.