#I’m hurting so y’all get to hurt too lo

[glitchedcosmos]

Don’t leave.

#I’m hurting so y’all get to hurt too lo #just a sketch of something I had in my head #whoever even remotely reconized this line gets cookies #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #digital artist #my art shit #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime season 3 #sonadow #sonadow prime #sonadow art #angst #sth #sonic #sonic art #sketch #leave this here while I try to sleep lmao bye have fun

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Analogical? 👀

“Just fine.”

Combined all of these! Here’s my writing, and it’s some Logan just in time for world teachers day!! Y’all get to decide if it’s platonic or romantic, I just had fun writing it <3

Ended up writing 1,197 words and I’m rather proud of that

Uhh as for warnings, crying and Logan repressing his feelings? I’m not great with warnings apologies.

Read on ao3:

Logan took a small, shaky breath. He was fine, after all. Perfectly fine. He was Logic. No room for all those icky feelings for him. They would just get in the way. Thank goodness he didn’t have any. That would be a disaster.

Logan didn’t feel anything. Of course he didn’t. And that was why everyone was able to nag and tease and remark constantly about every little thing. He was Logic. How could you hurt the feelings of someone who had none? Logan was the most unfeeling of them all—he just had to remind himself of that.

He was Logic. Stoic, precise, perfect. Not a mistake to be made. The chances of him making a mistake were infinitesimal. That being said, the smallest chance is still a chance. But did they really need to dwell on his mistakes so much? As if he hadn’t already? There is no room for error in a machine built on logic, but, sadly, Logan was not a machine.

So Logan stood there, beside the stairwell, lips pursed tight together, breaths shaky, and eyes glistening with the ever so slight glimmer of what might be tears—not that Logan would cry. He loosened his tie a bit, noticing the way the air in the room felt heavier, and the way everything seemed so distant, yet the muffled voices of the others were so incredibly loud, he noticed the unfocusing of his eyes. He noticed so terribly much, and yet he couldn’t think of a single thing to do. The computer’s processing unit seemed all jammed up.

The voices of the others were heard, yes, but not understood. However, when he heard his name a couple times, Logan took that to mean it was time to register what they were saying.

“Logan?” Patton’s voice rang out, “Logan, are you alright?”

Logan shook himself ever so slightly, and then responded. “Yes, yes, completely fine. Thank you, Patton.”

“Are you sure about that? Because for the last minute or so you’ve been completely unresponsive.” Virgil then said.

Logan paused. “I’m fine. Let’s just get back to work. I’d rather not talk about all… this.”

Patton began to say something, but Virgil cut him off. “You know what, Logan? I think you need to take a break. Go to your room, have a nap, read a book, whatever, but you clearly aren’t okay. And that’s combing from me.”

"Virgil. I do not need to stop. I need to help Thomas. I'll be fine. I am fine." Logan was adamant, but Virgil was stubborn too.

Still, Logan clearly didn't want to be seen as anything near emotional. His hands shook with a slight sense of feeling, but he clasped them together in an effort to hide that.

"Please, Lo, just take a break?" Virgil's voice got softer. It was still stubborn and pushy, but much more gentle and more of a request. "We both know it'll help you. Ignoring yourself will only hurt Thomas."

Patton and Roman just watched the odd "fight" play out before them, Thomas a bit more confused in the middle of it all.

"...Fine. I'll sit the rest of this episode out. You guys certainly have made it clear you're just fine without me." Logan said, then, without any other goodbyes, he sunk out.

"Well, he couldn't have left a substitute?" Roman said, though his face all but matched the joking tone of voice he used.

"Can't you just shut up? I know you can't do this, but have you ever thought of thinking of others, Roman?" Virgil snapped.

"Uh, guys, can you not fight?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah, kiddos, that won't help anything." Patton agreed.

Both Virgil and Roman huffed a "fine", as the four left in the room continued on without Logan.

Logan, however, went to his room without much adieu. He sat, angry and hurt and uncomfortable and with more emotions than he knew how to deal with, in the chair at his desk, looking at the sheets of planning on how he could help. Not that any of them would see the light they deserved. Thomas never followed through with the plans he made. The others wouldn’t listen.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, at his desk, trying to keep the emotions from rising to the surface. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, crying quietly, as he tried to stifle the noises he was making. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, sobbing, with no regard to the gasping hiccupy breaths he took shook with emotion. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, before he was half pulled from his tears, glasses off his face, by a knock at his door. And he wasn’t sure how long he sat there, uncertain what to do, before his voice cracked as he said “Enter”.

The door opened, and Virgil walked in slowly, as if approaching a timid animal caught in a trap. Logan futilely attempted to wipe the tears from his face as the light and Virgil came into his room. He straightened his back, folded his hands in his lap, and tried so hard to be as stoic as possible. It didn’t last long. He shook, before the illusion shattered and the mask dropped, revealing the pain Logan was feeling.

Virgil walked over, pulling the spare stool Logan had tucked into a corner out and sat down. “Logan? I know you aren’t alright. You don’t need to hide it.” Virgil said, before adding what he thought Logan would say. “You shouldn’t repress things after all.”

Logan didn’t answer, didn’t even look at Virgil, but he did nod in agreement. “Of course I shouldn’t,” he mumbled, “But showing little emotion and repression are different, Virgil.”

Virgil huffed, but sighed after a moment and spoke again. “Logan… we care about you. I care about you. I just want to make sure that if I can help you, you’ll let me. Now. How could I help you?” It was a question, but even with Virgil’s comforting tone, it was persistent and stubborn—something Logan respected.

Logan paused. He wiped away the tears better, and cleaned his glasses before responding.

“Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’m not sure. I’m not the one who usually asks for help.” He said, before adding under his breath: “Not that I need help.”

“Alright… we could start with talking about it. What do you say?” Virgil said, and Logan finally looked up. Virgil looked so warm and inviting, and Logan felt, for the first time in a while, like he was safe. Safe in a way he couldn’t exactly explain. He didn’t often feel endangered, but this was a place—a person—that he could trust with anything he needed to say.

Logan nodded, and Virgil stood, reaching out his hand for Logan to take. Logan took it in his hand, standing up with the other, before they pulled each other into an embrace of hope and security. When they pulled away from each other, Virgil pulled off his hoodie, wrapping it on Logan.

Logan, with red eyes and a hoarse voice from his sobs, said, “Let’s talk.”

#sanders sides #logan sanders #ts logan #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides fanfiction #my writing #ts logan angst #analogical

[pocketstoriesstore]

SOUNDS FAIR -Part II

Summary: You’re visiting your best friend for a while, when you get to know about someone’s existence. And everything start to change in you life.

Please +18!! (cigarettes, alcohol, wounds, suffering, bad memories.)

Hey there. Sorry for my choice of words, I’m from BR and I love to write, but I write in Portuguese 🤭 this time I decided to do different so here we are. I hope you like this piece of story. This is the part two of “Souds fair”. Hope y’all like it.

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And that was everything you could remember clearly since the fall you suffered when you stepped behind twice just to squeeze your left foot on a puddle of something that looked like alcohol on the floor.

Embarrassed by the hot guy. Congratz.

And then, slapping your right hand on the whiskey bootle and sending it directly to the same piece of the floor which you decided to use the same hand to support your body weight on the fall, you got your hand skin hurt in so many large and deep wounds you couldn’t count.

Everything happened in less than three seconds and that was so incredibly painful that you… well, started to cry and curse so many things you didn’t remember knowing, letting every costumer curious and worried, some of them even disposing to help you out.

Leon was sharp cutting every chaos off while he shouted: “ All of you, chill out. Ill fix her hand NOW, dont worry.” While everyone stared, he proceeded: “About the bottle, it was my fault. ‘Think I scared her when I came in without a sound. Be righ back with her and ill fix that too, Sebastian. Now, yall just chill out, she’ll freak out like that! I actually am!”

He managed to put you up, tying your hand with the fabric of his sleeve to stank the waterfall of blood you were loosing in that moment, when you shouted out at his firm touch to hold the fabric without tying it on your wounded skin. he said in the most soft voice you’ve heard from him ‘til now, sounding like that one was just for you: “i know it hurts, but i need you to close your hand like this. It will help until we get you into the hospital. You think you can do this for me, hon?” You just agreed with your head while lost deep in his eyes, thinking about the possibility of one of those big pieces of glass had fucked up your artistic hands movings for good, but that wasn’t a good time to think of it.

He took you to his bike and helped you out to hang in it, making sure you were safe while he went to take his helmet in a few seconds and gave it to you.

You both got into the hospital very fast, even for yourself who was dying in pain. You tried your best to hold tight on his strong abs with barely one hand while he runned the fuck off on the highway as if his own mother were in danger.

When you got inside the hospital (finally), he sat you on any chair and then he showed to the nurses something in the interface of his wallet, making everyone move really fast to attend to you.

Was those rumors about him to be a cop or something true, then, huh?

Seconds later you got someone picking your wrist and hand with anesthesia and suturing your wounds, while you kept looking every single detail of glass being taken off of the wholes in your hand and blood pouring out frenetically.

L: You don’t feel even weird seeing those gore things, huh? You’re a brick.

Y: You didn’t expect me going through all the childish tears i let roll today, did you? Ive been worst

L: Worst than bleeding is bad.

Y: You wouldn’t believe. How did we get here so fast? You might be important. Thanks anyway.

L: Not that important, but if I have something on my favor against all the mess I’m in, then ill like to use it.

With a scoff you giggle and say:

Y: What could be wrong about you?

He stares at you when its too late to find out you SAID something. You feel your face burn and immediately try to fix things a little bit, but already afraid it’s REALLY too late.

Y: I mean, when i look at you it seems like you made yourself without loosing a step. It seems like you know exactly how or when to take a step, or to fix things, or how to make people to do whatever you say. It was kind of easy to obey you until now.

L: Are you supposing you’re going to be reckless now that you’re hand is almost in one piece?

You both laugh, you always with ghost of tears in your eyes, when one traitor tear find a way to scape from your eye and roll your face down. It was really weird and stressful to be there, to get a fucked up hand now, to be safe by a hot stranger who picked out your hidden conversation about him with your best friend, but something over all that seemed so right.

Finding real worry about you in his eyes made you feel so fulfilled, grateful and something else, and two seconds after you started to cry again, cleaning the tears from your face with your elbow, ashamed about not being even capable of holding it inside your eyes. Mess. Bricks don’t cry. Ever.

His smile despaired almost immediately, then he was on his knees beside you, confused about what made you cry this time but trying his best to not mess things even more: “Hey! Hey, its ok. Does it still hurt?” He reached out for your free hand, holded it with his soft but strong tate, caressing your knuckles while talking in almost a shushing: “We’re almost there, please, hold on.”

You couldn’t just tell him what was that, so you decided to agree with your head again, half laughing your best sympathetic smile, when he surprised you letting out of your hand softly to roll his thumbs across your cheeks. “Look, It’s all fine already. lets get you home and pretend this is a great day and we can try to buy you a new hand if you’re up to.”

You both laugh again, you take your ass out of the chair, say thanks to everyone who took care of you as you leave the hospital.

Fresh air in the face, hand almost fixed.

When you’re outside and your phone works again, turned out that Elizabeth tried to call you eleven times and left lots of messages saying you left your keys of her apartment on the bar, and it was too late to wake her parents up.  

Even in the rules of the building it was impossible trying to enter like a visitor at three A.m.

You were homeless, now.

L: What?

Y: Im homeless now. Do you want to spend four hours walking around? Because I don’t have a place to come back till seven o’clock. What do you say?

L: I say you may be homeless but I’m not. Its cold here and you’re already lucky enough for today. Lets go to my house.

You just nod. It was still easy to obey that cop.

You followed him inside his apartment. It was clean and half have anything hanging on the walls. Everything looked so cold and square, but in a good way. You stared him while he took his shoes off, you did the same when he says: “You can pretend this is your own house, don’t need to do exactly what i do. Only if you want to.”

Y: “Got it. Do you have coffee here? I can prepare, if you drink too.”

L: “Not about to try to rest even a little bit? You can use my bed, actually. Im not a bit tired.”

Y: “I guess sleeping now would make me a potential serial killer. How could I sleep? Not even if i was a chill person.”

L: “Let’s make coffee, then.”

Y: “Can you talk to me while I do it? It’ll feel more comfortable for me to be so used to your house as if it was mine if you talk.”

L: “What do you wanna hear about? My real name? My job which makes me an important person for the government security, my wife who doesn’t exists, or why I keep going to your friends bar alone late night almost everyday and talk to no one?”

Y: “How much did you hear? Are you spy? Because I would never know you’ve been there hiding if you didn’t tell me. I want to know all. And your “real” name too, please, weirdo.”

L: “My name is Leon S. Kennedy. Im on a short vacation, so I decided do stay here for a while to get away from the job. Which means we’re not up to talk about this, BUT you’re safe with me.”

Your heart pounds on your throat and your cheeks burns at this part. Is it ok to feel like this with an stranger? He could be really dangerous, cmon.

He goes on:”I don’t have a wife, or anything like that. I had some but this is it. Im here to try to clean my mind as much as i can, so i talk to important people to me just by the phone and I guess things works kinda good this way.”

You turn around: “…And?”

L:”Aaaand I just told you too much. I’m afraid to put you in danger if I keep talking and talking. I don’t think I have so much mo-

You cut him off: “ Are you running from something? Because it feels like you’re hiding from the ones you apparently like. What happened?”

He looks confused and admired while you make coffee with one hand, always watching out so you wouldn’t get burned with hot water. And you noticed that all along.

L: “I know I may look like this, but they know more than myself I need all this, most of the things I’ve been through, we were kinda together. Our job is really messy and sometimes we just need to disappear and pretend we’re another person with another life.”

You stare at him two seconds, offering him a cup of fresh and hot coffee: “Seems really messy, cop. I’m sorry for all that. Is it working? I mean, this time here, and all.”

L : “Well, more than I thought. I got myself owning a new hand to someone I just know, whose name I found out in the hospital because she didn’t tell me…“

Y: “OMG! I’m so sorry!”-He laughs loud and you keep talking, starting to laugh and pretending to feel hurt in your feelings “ I was bleeding, please be nice and forgive me. I think I was so worried about to discover your personal informations that I didn’t realize you would care if I do have a name too.”

L: Of corse I’d do. Nobody ever made me coffee with one hand before, I’d never felt this special. Why did you want to know all this? It was just to tell Elizabeth?

His voice fits his humor so well. But he seemed so triggered by the doubt.

Y: “I chased for a reason, at first, so I blamed her. But I don’t feel like telling her anything you told me. The informations are mine too, now. Im not the kind of sharing so many things.“

He laughed while stared for a moment deeply inside your eyes, again. You must be wrong, but you swear you could feel his eyes along all your existence while you were preparing coffee with your back turned to him. He offers you a cigarette, you take it and say: “Thank you so much for this day. If I knew a broken hand would make me know nice people like you I’d break a member a day at least.”

He just stared with a kind of a smile growing on his mouth when you said: “ Can I thank you properly?”

Suspicious and curious at the same time, he said: “Well, you don’t have to worry about i-“

You approached and hugged him softly. And he hugged you back, and the hug became tighter and warm.

There was something terribly uncontrollable growing inside of you and you both kept like that for a while.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil jill #leon x reader #leon scott kennedy #fanfic #leon fanfic

[lexiloos-currentobsession]

Screaming into the void about my season 3 favs

Mabel

-SAY NOTHING, YOU UNDERSTAND? GET A LAWYER!

Witness

-I geeked out over the camera pan out from Mike on his stakeout to the Los Pollos Hermanos sign

-Also screamed at the TV watching out of focus Gus casually sweeping in the background while Jimmy is in the restaurant

-Hey who’s got your back? ME that’s who

-There’s a moment Jimmy and Kim lock eyes across their office and smile, they are truly happy and all is right in their world

-Kim asks Jimmy for a dollar so that she’s officially his lawyer. This man really gets all his best ideas from her.

-Fun foreshadow/call back: the art in Jimmy’s office is lady liberty

-Howard’s little hop to look over the fence💀

-Jimmy threatens to burn Chuck’s house to the ground… yikes

Sunk Cost

-Jimmy had red string wrapped around Marco’s ring bc it’s too big for his finger. BCS writers really think of everything and then make it symbolic.

-Bill Oakley replying “you moron” when Jimmy says he’ll be representing himself cracked me up

Sabrosito

-Be honest, on first watch did it click for y’all that Gus wanted Hector to demand Gus transport all the product??? That one took me a sec

Chicanery

-Chuck’s 512 - 521 address mix up explanation to Rebecca in the flashback almost makes it seem like Chuck inadvertently gave Jimmy the idea to do the 1216 - 1261 swap all those years later

-We get to hear “I DID IT FOR KIM” again AND we get to watch Kim hear it!!!

-HUEL REVEAL 😤

-The absolute betrayal of Jimmy telling Rebecca about Chuck’s condition after we see him go to such lengths to keep it from her in the flashback… not saying Chuck didn’t deserve it but damn. Feel like this gets overlooked compared to the rest of the episode

Off Brand

-Where are your notes let’s spread em out roll around on them and see what happens

-I thought you were president of the drama club or something? …i’m treasurer

-We get our first commercial starring Saul! (Saul Goodman productions)

-Saul Goodman, that guy has a lot of energy

Expenses

-Jimmy’s emotional breakdown act in the insurance office really had me for a sec. Spoilers but very same vibe as his breakdown to the mall security guy in season 6

Slip

-In the opener flashback Jimmy retrieves the band aid tin from the ceiling in his parents old store that we later see Gene still has!

-Mike searching for the body of the Good Samaritan gutted me

-This condition to me is as real as that chair, it’s as real as this house, it’s as real as you, but what if it’s not? What if it’s all in my head? And if that’s true, if it’s not real, then what have I done?

-We see Slippin Jimmy in action and it’s as wonderful as I imagined

-Who would have thought Nacho practicing close up magic would be such a vibey scene? The YouTube comments on the track validate me.

-Jimmy strumming smoke on the water, that man is up to no good

-Buddy this is the land of the free and the home of the law suit

Fall

-Howard is SUCH a dick to Jimmy in the parking garage HOLY SHIT

-What Jimmy does to Irene is unspeakable so we’re not speaking on it

-Kim’s car accident sacres the fuck out of me every time

Lantern

-Chuck really looks Jimmy in the face and tells him he’s going to hurt everyone around him because he can’t help it and to stop apologizing and accept and embrace it 😦

-Jimmy makes things right for mrs Landry to his own detriment

#better call saul #bcs #jimmy mcgill #mcwexler #saul goodman #brbabcs #kim wexler #bob odenkirk

[la-undercover-latina]

Down Goes The Singer

Summary: I’m sure y’all know what this is about. If you don’t, just Google Andy Six falling and you’ll find the video from their 2011 Set the World On Fire album release when Andy broke a few ribs.

June 18th, 2011

Everything was perfect. The fans were amazing and Andy had pregamed pretty extensively beforehand to release some of the anxiety. So now all that was left was to slay this concert for the Set The World On Fire release.

“What the fuck is up Los Angeles? We’re Black Veil Brides,” Andy announced and Amber gave a big smile from her spot near the stage.

“You go Rockstar!” She told him in the in ear and got a brilliant smile as the guys started with the set list.

The beginning to All Your Hate started playing and a sinking feeling developed in Amber’s stomach as she saw Andy start climbing up onto the concrete ledges next to the stage.

After the chorus ended, Andy sat down and the sinking feeling fell to her ass as she saw Andy launch himself off the ledge.

“Guys, keep playing,” Amber told the guys as she jumped the barricade and ran towards her boyfriend that was sprawled on the ground.

“Andy!” Amber yelled as two people in their forties came around the corner. One of the security guards started to perform CPR, making Amber shove him.

“Where did you get your degree? The University of Dumbass? You’re making it worse,” Amber hissed and she ran a fingertip over her boyfriend’s chiseled features.

“Hey Goddess,” Andy smiled.

“Don’t you dare move,” She told him and he smiled and then winced.

“I’m a nurse’s kid, remember?” He reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

“A nurse’s son that should’ve known better,” the woman spoke up, before walking up to the couple and gently placing her fingertips on his lower chest, checking for broken ribs.

“Andy, really?” The man asked when the woman nodded.

“Chris, did you call EMS?” She asked and the man nodded.

“Yes dear. Dispatch said they’d be here in less than ten minutes,” Chris responded.

It was then that the lightbulb went off in Amber’s head.

“So tell me about your parents?” Amber had asked Andy one night when they had just gotten back to the apartment she shared with Ella.

“Their names are Chris and Amy and live in Cincinnati. My dad was actually our roadie, manager, and literally everything under the sun up until recently,”

“Really?” Amber had been shocked. Not that she couldn’t picture her own dad doing the same. But he’d always just offer to pay for a few roadies.

“You must be Amber,” Amy smiled at the woman kneeling on her son’s other side, who smiled.

“Yes ma’am,”

“I thought you were joking kid,” Chris murmured to his son who laughed, and then groaned.

“Chris, take Amber and lead EMS over here please?” Amy asked and Amber stood up and jogged to where she could hear commotion.

“Well this is a hell of a way to meet my son’s girlfriend. I’m Chris. You know I thought he was pulling my chain when he said that he was dating Tommy Lee’s daughter,” Chris laughed as Amber cleared the way for EMS.

“I just hope he didn’t hurt himself too bad,” Amber told the man that would become her father in law.

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[writeforfandoms]

The Hunter

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Okay so I wrote this in like 30 minutes, it just demanded to be written. Some mild spoilers and disclaimer below:

This is using things I read and research did probably ten plus years ago at this point. This is not a topic I have revisited in years, and I have no idea why tonight. So. The Wild Hunt is based on actual folklore, and my version of it is based on folklore and mashed together with some urban fantasy and fantasy novels I’ve read over the years along similar themes. 

Also yes I am dropping you into this with minimal explanation and throwing you basically into the middle of an AU. 

If y’all want a Vibe to listen to while you read, the song is The Hunter by Alpine Universe. Gets about 60% of the vibe I wanted for this. 

gn!reader

Warnings: Terror, hunting, panic attack.

Word count: 1006

Your head jerked up from your book when you heard the hunting horns. You felt the blood drain from your face, leaving you light-headed.

"No," you whispered, scrambling to your feet, book falling to the floor. The horns were still distant but growing louder, and you just heard the baying of the first hound. 

Hands shaking, you grabbed your phone and called the one person that could help you. 

"'Lo?" Came the sleep-rumbled answer. 

"Marcus," you whispered frantically. The horns were growing louder, the baying chilling your blood even as your heart raced. "Marcus I can hear the horns, they're coming for me, I can't leave–"

"Wait, slow down," Marcus interrupted, sounding suddenly a lot more alert. "You hear horns?"

"Marcus, I hear hunting horns." The distinction was very important, even as a louder blast from one made you clench your jaw so hard your teeth ached. "They're coming."

"The fuck they are," Marcus growled, possessive and inhuman and angry. "Stay with me, stay on the line. Nothing will happen to you. I swear, they will not hurt you."

"Okay." You closed your eyes tightly, nearly hyperventilating when you could hear the barking of more hounds. "They're coming, Marcus. They're coming for me."

"Not tonight they aren't." Marcus sounded so sure of himself, so confident, even with rage in his voice. "Just hang on for me, darling." 

You whimpered softly, opening your eyes to look out the window. The moon hung low in the sky, deep gold and full and heavy. A good hunting moon, you'd have joked not that long ago. 

Hoofbeats against bare earth distracted you, and you looked away from the moon, towards the forest. Shadows shifted and swirled, points of light too distant and too low to be stars shining through the darkness. 

The Hunt was coming for you tonight. 

You gasped and dropped to the flor, shaking all over now. 

"Darling, talk to me." Marcus sounded as stressed as you'd ever heard him, voice clipped. 

"I can't see them yet," you managed to choke out, free hand pressing hard against your chest. "Fuck, I can hear them so clearly now. I can hear their hordes and their hounds and their horns…" You trailed off, gasping for breath as the horns grew ever louder, ever closer. 

Marcus swore in no language you recognized. "Hang on, darling. Just stay with me. I'm almost there." 

"No," you whispered, crumbling into a ball on the floor. "No, no, no…" 

"They're not for you," Marcus vowed. "They won't get you." 

"No." You shook your head, pressing your phone too hard into your head, heart pounding so hard that it hurt. "I can't… I can't…"

"You can and you will," Marcus growled. "You will. Just wait." 

You cried out when you felt the earth trembling under you, ever so slightly shaking your house. The Hunt was so close now, but you didn't dare open your eyes to look. That would only make things worse. 

A different horn cut through your blind panic. A car horn. It was enough to make you breathe in and open your eyes. Light flooded your living room through the window, far too much for the late night, and you pulled yourself shakily to your feet, holding onto the windowsill to help you. Your phone lay forgotten at your feet. 

Marcus stood between your house and the forest, back-lit by his car's headlights. He had both swords drawn, the flaming steel held easily in his hands as he faced the Hunt. 

And he did face the Hunt. You could see them now, slowed to a walk with this obstacle between them and their target for the night. The head of the Hunt nudged his mount ahead of the others. His horse was pitch-black and wore the skull of some enormous stag as a sort of halter, antlers spread out far beyond anything you'd ever seen. The rider was not much better, garbed only in blood and hides and a stag helm of his own. 

The rider halted several feet from Marcus, and the voice that came from under the stag skull made you wince in mingled pain and terror. Marcus answered, voice cold and furious, which was when you realized you had no idea what language they were speaking. 

The rider made an inhuman noise, the growl of some great beast, and his mount stepped closer to the house. 

Marcus merely raised his swords higher, fingers firm and sure around the hilts. 

And then… it all stopped. The rider halted. The hounds stopped baying, though they still paced the edges of the pack of Hunters, eager and restless. There was more speech between the rider and Marcus, none of which you understood. 

But it ended with the rider turning away, and Marcus lowering his swords, though he didn't sheath them yet. 

The Hunt was silent as it departed, no more horns ringing in your ears, the baying silenced. 

And then they were gone. Marcus finally sheathed his swords again and turned towards the house. 

Still shaking, you opened the door for him. "Marcus?" You asked tentatively. "How… what…?"

"They won't bother you again," Marcus murmured, both hands lifting to cup your cheeks. "You're safe now." 

You gasped in one breath, two, and broke. Marcus reeled you in, letting you hide in the safety of his chest as you cried. 

"Shh," he murmured, stroking your hair. "You're alright, darling. Let me take care of the car. I'll stay the night tonight, okay?" When you chanced a look up at him, wiping tears from your eyes, he looked determined, lips thinned to almost nothing. "I'll explain everything in the morning." 

"Are you sure?" You croaked. You meant him staying. You meant if you were safe. You meant… all of it, really. 

"I'm sure." He tipped your chin up to kiss your forehead. "Go put the kettle on. I'll be right there." 

Taking a deep breath, still shaky but willing to try, you obeyed. 

The silence of your home after midnight had never sounded so sweet. 

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #gn!reader

[pantherastevens]

Sorpresa: Sharp Shooter

Hey y’all and welcome to Part Three of Sorpresa (Surprise)!

Here’s Part One and Part Two for those who missed it!

Warnings: Gun use, cursing, homophobia, transphobia, threats of violence

Enjoy!

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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.  

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Miles didn't finally come out of his stupor until he felt his girlfriend's soft lips on his. He leaned in for a few seconds before pulling away.

"You're hurt, ma," he whispered. The girl scraped her knee badly, the skin completely torn. Panthera looked down before shrugging.

"It's not so bad," she said. Miles narrowed his eyes at her nonchalant response.

"That's the adrenaline talking. Let's find a nearby store to get some bandages, and I can patch you up." Panthera opened her mouth to object, only for an unwanted voice to yell at her.

"MAN, FUCK YOU AND YO GAY ASS BOYFRIEND, BITCH!" The pair turned to find Jerome sneering at both of them. The rejection and public humiliation seemed too for the man, rage pumping through his veins. Miles immediately pushed Panthera behind him.

"Aye, calm down-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO DO SHIT NIGGA! I OUTTA BOX YO ASS. AND THAT UGLY ASS BITCH OF YOURS CAN GET IT TOO! PROBABLY DATING A FUCKING DUDE THAT TURNED INTO GIRL-"

BAM!

Miles was no stranger to gunshots. It was a part of his lullaby whenever he slept at night. During his adventures as the Prowler, his enemies would use a gun to try to injure or kill him. Hell, even his tío uses them.

Which is why he didn't jump at the sound. But what made the hair on the back of his neck stand up was how close it was...

Like, right behind him close...

He slowly looked over her shoulder to find an unexpected sight.

Panthera, su dulce angelito, holding a smoking gun in the air.

She walked from behind him, staring at Jerome with cold eyes.

"Apologize." Jerome blinked.

"Wha-"

"Apologize," Panthera repeated, eyes hard as a slender tensed on the trigger. Jerome shook his head, trying to stand firm.

"You don't even know how to-" The man didn't get a chance to finish his answer as Panthera fired at him. The man flinched as the bullet grazed his cheek. A hand shakily raised to touch the tender skin.

"That was a warning shot. Now Imma say it one more time before that warning becomes a promise. Apologize," Panthera said. Jerome swallowed.

"I-I-I'm sorry..." The girl's eyes narrowed, unsatisfied. Jerome felt his body tense in time with her trigger finger.

"Louder."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, loud enough for the entire group to hear. Panthera raised a brow, gun still aimed at him.

"For," she drawled lazily.

"F-For disrespecting you and ya boyfriend. For challenging h-him after y-you said no. For not a-accepting my defeat like a man a-and lashing out. I-I promise I w-won't do it again!" Panthera didn't say anything, cold eyes still trained on the shivering man.

The entire court seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see what the girl would do.

A slow smile spread on the girl's full lips, and a low dark chuckle could be heard as she flipped on the safety lock on her gun.

"Apology accepted..." Jerome fell on his knees, relieved as the girl turned to face her shell-shock audience.

"What are you all looking at," she asked with a cocked brow as she put her gun back in its holster under her dress (Miles was relieved to see the biker shorts underneath it, he would've had to kill a few dudes if otherwise.) Miles blinked at her question.

"Ma, you can't be serious," he said. His girlfriend innocently cocked her head at him as if she didn't pull a gun on a full-grown male and threatened to lay him out in public.

'It's like there's always something new and mind-boggling about her that just continues to make me fall for her...' Panthera looked as if she was gonna answer, but she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"Miss Panthera?" The girl turned to find a man who looked around her father's age, maybe even older. A glimmer of pride could be found in his dark brown eyes as he handed her a plastic bag.

Eyes that resembled hers strangely...

"This is for your knee. I am sorry about the young man and all the trouble he caused, especially when not knowing who you or your father are. Thank you for not killing him, even though he may have deserved it," the man said, nodding in respect. The girl's eyes widen a fraction at the strong accent in the man's voice. One she recognized that appeared faintly in her father's voice after he returned from one particularly long trip a little before she and Miles got together.

"You know my Baba," she murmured, eyeing the older man. The man let out a chuckle.

"Ewe nkosazana encinci. Only one man I know has that same bone-chilling smirk, and you clearly inherited it. You're well on your way to being a force of nature yourself." Panthera stared at the man, stunned.

'How does he know...?' Panthera wondered as the man's dark eyes suddenly trained on the Afro-Latino boy.

"Young man." Miles stood up straighter.

"Yes, sir?" The man let out a soft hum, eyes gleaming in approval.

"You treat this one well, do you understand me," he said, his tone playful, but the dark undertones were present. Miles was smart enough to notice it.

"Of course, sir," Miles replied, walking up to pick up his girlfriend. Panthera did her best not to blush as her boyfriend picked her up. The nice man was about to walk away when Panthera called to him.

"Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho?" The man smiled at the young girl in the boy's arms.

"Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci..." With that, the man left.

Miles toted the dazed girl off to the park nearby, settling her on a bench. Miles kneeled before her as he looked over the stuff the mysterious man gave her, finding the basic necessities to treat the girl's wound, some painkillers and a bottle of water.

He handed the water bottle and some pills to Panthera, who took them robotically, eyes still seeming far away.

"Soooo, anything you want to tell me," he said as he used some alcohol to disinfect her wound and clean up the streaks of blood that made their way down her leg. Panthera finally came to, looking at her boyfriend as if for the first time.

"Huh?" Miles snorted.

"So you not gonna tell me that you could play basketball, or that you know how to shoot a gun, or how that man seems to know you and apparently your dad?" Panthera gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Baba taught me how to hoop ever since I could walk. My height is just a misleading factor. Plus, I did gymnastics briefly, which helped me jump pretty high and deal with heights. As far as the gun thing, Baba is very adamant about my safety, so he taught me how to shoot when I was about 14. He insists I stay strapped at all times, even at school," she raddled off as her boyfriend took care of her knee. Miles let out a hum, intrigued and a little terrified, as he listened to his girl talk about her father.

He seriously didn't want to end up on his bad side...

"And that man," he asked as he bandaged the massive cut, leaving a brief kiss on it. He spied the faint smile on her face before it faded into a thoughtful look.

"...I honestly don't know." Well, that's not unsettling.

"What was it was he saying to you? He seemed to know the same language you do," Miles asked after a beat of silence. He's noticed that she spoke with him sometimes, but he would be too caught up in the moment to question her on what it was or what she was saying. He kinda made him realize there were parts of her he didn't fully know about...

Shaking off the thought, he dug into Panthera's bag to put on her jewelry and slip her sandals back on her feet as he patiently waited for her to answer. Panthera bit her lip, eyes narrowing at him.

"It's Xhosa, a language from my grandfather's homeland. And I tried getting his name, but he refused to tell me. Just to consider him as a friend..." Miles can clearly see that Panthera didn't want to continue on this topic, so he decided to let it go.

"Well, he seemed nice enough, so I guess he could be. Now c'mon, we can swing by your favorite restaurant for some food. My treat." Seeing the girl perk up after a hellish and weird bump in their date made it worth ignoring the issue of his girl's past.

For now, at least.

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Dedicated to @444morales 💜💜💜

Translations: 

-Spanish-

Su dulce angelito : His sweet little angel 

-Xhosa-

Ewe nkosazana encinci : Yes, little princess

Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho? : Wait, please! What is your name?

Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci... : I can't tell you that now, little princess. But you can consider me as a friend. Goodbye, little panther...

#ATSV #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x oc #earth 42 oc #panthera stevens #sorpresa part three #sorpresa series #series #5 +1 series

[prettyarleth]

. Vinnie Hacker .

Y/n POV

Vinnie and I have been friends ever since I ran away from home. I came to Los Angeles for a better life, and i meet Jaden and Nessa. They saw me crying, and they came up to me. I told them, and then I noticed it was them. They took me to their place, and I started living there. I’m like their child. I’m 17 by the way. I remember I went out one day, and I saw him. We became friends. I am now here with Jaden and Nessa about to go out and sing live. It’s my first time. Jaden and Nessa unlocked my passion for singing. I haven’t sang since Vinnie is not here yet, and he said he was going to be here to see me sing.

“¿Y/n, when are you going out to sing?” Nessa asked me.

“When Vinnie gets here.” I said, and Nessa smiled.

“¿You like him?” Nessa asked while smiling.

“¿Who says that?” I said confused.

“You said you’re going to sing once he’s here, so I asume you like him.” Nessa said while smiling.

“¿Who likes who?” Jaden said when he got to us.

“No one. I like no one.” I said while I looked away.

“Good thing. You’re too young to fall in-love with someone.” Jaden said while he kissed my forehead.

“Be quiet Jaden.” Nessa said while laughing.

“¿When are you going to sing?” Jaden asked me.

“When Vinnie gets here.” I said while looking outside to see if he’s here.

“I haven’t seeing Vinnie out there.” Jaden said while looking with me.

“He should get here soon.” I said and smiled at him.

“If he’s not here in twenty minutes, you are going to have to sing with or without him.” Jaden said as he left to go sing once again.

“Don’t worry lovely. He’s going to show up before you sing.” Nessa said, and she went to go see her boyfriend.

| 20 Minutes Later |

“He hasn’t showed up, and you need to preform darling. My fans want you to sing.” Jaden said as he kissed her head.

“Okay.” Y/n said disappointed.

“Good luck my love.” Nessa said with a smile.

“She don’t need luck because she has us.” Jaden said with a smile.

“¡Hello rockstars! I’m so glad to be here the day of today. Thank you pops for having me here. For the people who do now know. Jaden and Nessa are like my parents. I’m going to sing ‘When I’m Not Around’. Hope y’all enjoy.” I said with a smile.

They start playing the music.

“Can’t sleep. I’ve been up all night, you didn’t miss me. Maybe that’s the truth or just what I think. Truth is you don’t give a fuck what I think. I’m Lonely. You’re out with your friends drinking Bacardi. Probably with those girls who talk about me. Truth is you don’t give a fuck about me. You’re not sorry. And all you ever wanna do is hurt me. You don’t really know how much your words mean. They cut me. Say I’m the only one you need right now. Say you can’t live without me now. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Not around. Not around. I Think it’s funny how you tune me ‘out. When I’m crying when I need you now. Say you love me and I love the sound. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. So insecure. You’re the one whose gotta cheat. Call me a whore. You should think before you speak. I always knew you had thing for fire. But I ain’t finna let you burn me twice. Nothing Like gasoline. Running down my face like tear stains. Everything I felt going down in flames. Can’t take back your mistakes. Say I’m the only one you need right now. Say you can’t live without me now. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Not around. Not around. I Think it’s funny how you tune me ‘out. When I’m crying when I need you now. Say you love me and I love the sound. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Say I’m the only one you need right now. Say you can’t live without me now. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Not around. Not around. I Think it’s funny how you tune me ‘out. When I’m crying when I need you now. Say you love me and I love the sound. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around. Not what you’re saying when I’m not around.” I finished singing, and they were no signs of Vinnie.

He didn’t show up like he promised.

Vinnie’s POV

I come to Nai’s house to fix our friendship. I had to be at Y/n’s concert in an hour. I have time.

“Nai, I came here to fix our friendship.” I said when Nai didn’t open the door.

“Go see Y/n. ¿Isn’t she having a concert?” Nai asked.

“Yes, I know, but it’s in a hour.” I said, and she opened the door.

“Vinnie leave please.” Nai said while looking at me.

“I want my best friend back.” I said while looking at here.

“¿Don’t you have Y/n? You said she’s your best friend now.” Nai said confused.

“I just said that to make you feel jealous.” I said while looking at her.

“You know that I don’t like her.” Nai said.

“That’s why I did it.” I said looking at her.

She let me in, and we talked. We fixed things, and we talked more. I look at my phone, and I’m thirty minutes late. Shit.

“Nai, I loved the conversation we were having, but I need to leave. I’m late.” I said as I stand up.

“Yeah, I know you’re late.” Nai said while looking at him.

“¿Why didn’t you tell me?” I said with a bit of anger.

“You’re my best friend not hers.” Nai said, and I left.

I went to the place, and Jaden was singing. I felt relieved.

“Hey guys.” I said to some girls.

“Hey. Oh shit it’s Vinnie Hacker.” One of them said.

“Yeah, it’s me. ¿I want to know when is Y/n going to sing?” I asked her.

“Oh she already sang. She looked upset, but when she saw us cheering to her, she smiled.” The girl said.

Fuck. I missed it. I went backstage, and I can hear someone crying.

“You don’t know how bad I tried to not cry out there.” Y/n said.

“It’s okay lovely.” Nessa said.

“It’s not okay. He promised me that he was going to be here, and he was at Nai’s.” Y/n said.

¿How did she know that I was at Nai’s?

“Vinnie?” Jaden asked, and Y/n looked up.

“Hey. Sorry for being late.” I said to Y/n.

She cleared her tears.

“It’s okay, and I hope your friendship with Nai is back to normal.” She said with a sad smile.

“Look Y/n, about that-.” I was going to explain, but she interrupted me.

“It’s okay Vincent. You don’t have to explain yourself.” Y/n said, and she left.

“You went to Nai’s when you know that she doesn’t like Y/n. You said you only used to her to make Nai jealous. ¿What’s wrong with you?” Nessa said while looking at him in disbelief.

“You hurt my princess.” Jaden said, and he left to go sing another song.

“I really tried getting here on time, but Nai-.” Nessa interrupted.

“I don’t care Vinnie.” Nessa said, and she left to go find Y/n.

I feel so bad.

| Days Later |

Y/n hasn’t answer any of my calls nor messages. I don’t know what to do. I texted Jaden, and he said that she hasn’t came out of her room. I’m worried about her. I drove all the way to where she lives, and I knocked on the door.

“Coming.” I heard Nessa say.

She opens that door, and she looks at me with a weird look.

“¿What are you doing here?” Nessa asked me.

“I came here to see how Y/n is.” I said, and I look up to see Quinton getting Y/n out of her room.

“Come on. Let’s go get something to eat. You own me a date.” Quinton said with a smile.

“Okay, okay, stop pulling my arm now.” Y/n said while laughing.

I felt something weird. ¿Why is she smiling like that to him? That’s the way she smiled at me.

“Hey Y/n.” I said, and she looks at me.

“¿What are you doing here?” She asked me confused.

“I came to see you since I haven’t seeing you-.” She interrupted me.

“Since you decide to go to Nai’s instead of my concert. Yes, I know.” Y/n said while rolling her eyes.

“I want to fix our friendship.” I said looking at her.

“The same thing you said to her, and you guys fixed things very well. Vinnie just leave me alone. ¿Don’t you have enough with saying that I’m not your best friend, and that you only used me and not going to my concert how you promised?” She said with a dry laugh afterwards.

“No, I wanted to go. Nai just didn’t tell me it was time. Trust me. Please. I really wanted to do, and I love you.” I said looking at her.

“Not what you said when I wasn’t around.” She said looking at me.

“Please.” I said begging.

“I don’t want to hear it. ¡You never gave a fuck about me! You knew Nai and I didn’t get along, and you used me to make her jealous. You told me that you were going to stop talking to her since she betrayed you and look at you know. Going back to her like a fucken lost puppy.” She said turning around afterwards.

“I love you. I have always loved you. I need you, and I can’t live without you.” I said looking at het.

“I love the sound of you saying ‘I love you’, but like I said before. You don’t say that when I’m not around. Go back to Nai. I don’t need you Vinnie, and I can live without you.” She said, amd she went to her room.

“¿What are you going to do?” Quinton asked.

“Getting her back.” I said looking at him.

“You should leave my princess alone, and you should leave my house.” Jaden said with a serious tone.

“She doesn’t need you anymore Vinnie. I’m sorry, but you should go back to Nai how Y/n said.” Nessa said looking at me, and she went to Y/n’s room.

“Jaden. Please.” I said looking at him.

“I can’t do nothing Vinnie. I’m going to be betraying Y/n, and I can’t do that.” Jaden said as he looked at me.

“Okay then, I’ll do all the work myself.” I said as I left their house.

#vinnie hacker #nailea devora #light angst #heartbroken #vinnie x y/n

[naoko-world]

For day 6 of the Encantober, a short story with some fluff again! And the Madrigals learning boundaries! And Bruno because I love him!

@encantober-official

Encantober day 6: Hugs

Bruno carefully wandered around in the house, trying to be as discreet as possible. His family tended to be a little too touchy since he came back and it got worse when Casita had been rebuilt. While he appreciated it at first, it started to get very overwhelming with time. Now he didn’t know if he liked being constantly hugged by his family or if he hated it and would prefer staying alone. Just in case, he simply decided to avoid them outside of lunch time.

It wasn’t easy to do though since they were 11 of them and he was alone. But he managed to do it since this morning when he made the decision and he hoped it could continue like that.

He noticed Mirabel coming his way with a glance, making him jump behind stairs to hide from her. She was carrying some clothes in a basket from outside, which seemed very heavy. He hesitated to go help her, but didn’t want to blow up his safety from hug attacks.

Suddenly, he felt someone circling him with their arms, startling him and making him turn around to see it was Pepa, smiling from ear to ear. He froze, hesitating between trying to escape or relax, at the same time feeling really at ease in his sister’s arms and being afraid of not being able to do anything without being hugged again. She claimed loudly “There you are! I wondered where you got to! I just hope you don’t feel bad again, don’t hesitate to tell us so, we’re always happy to support you anytime because we love you.”

He tried to say something but, alerted by Pepa’s voice, Mirabel put down her basket to go hug him too saying “Tío Bruno! You’re here!”

Then, other family members ran to the courtyard where they came to participate to the hug, not wanting to be left out of it. Soon, Bruno found himself circled by Madrigals, having difficulties breathing. He was hesitating to ask them to let him go though because being loved so much felt really good. He was struggling to breathe though, so he managed to tell them “I love you too guys, but if you could...Let me go a bit...”

Saddened, Julieta asked “What? Why?”

Hesitating a bit more, not wanting to hurt them, he replied “Hum...I can’t...Hum...Breathe and it’s...A bit ov-”

“Oh! Lo siento Bruno!”

They all let him go, making him breathe better. He suddenly felt a bit lonely now though. He wished they could hug him again but he really wanted to be able to breathe. He must have had a scary face, because Julieta asked him, worried “Everything is fine?”

He stared at them for a short while, hesitating. But he figured he should try communicating more so he ended up confessing “I’m sorry it’s just...I love you a lot and I’m glad to be actually welcomed into the family. But if I like y’all hugs I think...I mean I can’t walk anywhere without being crushed into hugs by any of you I walk by. I love your hugs like a lot, but I like to breathe too. And if, again, I love being hugged by y’all I’d prefer-”

“You’d prefer the hugs to be from one at a time”, finished Mirabel with a nod, clearly understanding the feeling.

“Or with a maximum of three people. Because then it’s more comfy than bothering.”

Frowning with worry, Pepa asked “Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Well, I was afraid you’d stop hugging me altogether.”

They locked eyes with each other, then Luisa alone stepped up to scooped him with a hug, telling him “Don’t be afraid to talk Tío Bruno.”

Mirabel added “Yeah! We’re here for you, we won’t be angry because you feel bad!”

Then, Isabela continued “Again, we love you and we want you to be happy.”

Thus, before Antonio confirmed “Yeah! We love you a lot, Tío Bruno!”

Every member of the family approved the speech, reassuring him about how they would never hate him for whatever he’d say especially not for a concern of his. It made Bruno smile, incredibly happy to be back into this family. He could almost cry, and he eventually did, joy overwhelming him.

#encanto #encantober #bruno madrigal #hugs #my writing #encanto ficlet #encanto drabble #mirabel madrigal #la familia madrigal #family madrigal #madrigal family #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #antonio madrigal

[imkrisyoung]

Hey everyone

I haven’t been very active on social media for the past week or so, but I wanted to give y’all an update about what’s been going on with me lately.

After a lot of prayer, meditation and contemplation, I’ve decided that I want to go to college after all, but I can’t stay here in the DMV (Washington DC, Maryland, Virginia) region anymore because there have been way too many traumatic experiences that I’ve had here. That said, I’m planning to permanently relocate to Los Angeles to start my life there.

There’s honestly nothing worth staying here in the DC Metro area except for shelter provided by my mom, and that’s not enough for me to want to stay here. I don’t have many other family who can support me, and I feel very isolated here. And I experienced all my trauma in this area. I can’t fully heal in the same place I’ve been hurt, and I can’t fully become the person I was meant to be if I keep getting hurt, and I’ve always wanted to go to Los Angeles, so that’s where I’m planning to move.

Granted L.A. has wildfires and earthquakes, but I’m willing to make that sacrifice to make a better life for myself, and finally have a chance to live my life the way I want to fully.

I’m going to need as much help and support as I can get for this major change that I’m making, so if anyone knows any support, resources and connections for making my move to L.A. as smooth as possible, I would gladly welcome them.

Thanks for reading. 🙂

#personal

[screechthemighty]

Hey, remember how I said that I wasn’t gonna post that new Moon Knight fanfic tonight?

Jake Lockley and Gena Landers enjoyers, come get y’all juice.

AO3 link will be in a reblog, but I’ve also posted the first of this fic’s six chapters below if you want to read it here and now! Standard disclaimer: Author does not have DID or speak Spanish, please correct me if I am wrong about things. Also, the timeline is something I made up entirely, so don’t take it as canon.

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meet me at our spot: part 1/6 (2019)

Another day, another morning spent rushing around like a chicken with its head off. Wake up. Get the boys ready and off to school. Get back to the diner to help with the breakfast rush. Wasn't even 9 a.m. and her feet already hurt.

Of course, this being the city, it was damn busy. Even with half the population gone, they did good business this time of day. If anything, being one of the only joints left in town was probably giving her more business.

Real shitty way to get it.

But there was no time to think about that. Apron on. Start taking orders. There were a lot of regulars that morning, and some new faces on top of that. Not too many, not with the city having gotten a lot smaller, but still. It almost felt normal, once she got into the rhythm of things.

"Toast and eggs over easy for the man in the cap," she said as she set down the plate. Cap Man was one of the new faces–dark hair, dark eyes, tired eyes, but an easy smile. He flashed that smile at her as he looked up from his notebook. "More coffee?"

"Por favor," he replied. He fiddled with a pen as he spoke. She could see teeth marks on the cap. "Busy morning?"

"They're all busy." She got him the coffee while he started on the eggs. "Life's kept going, somehow."

"Sure has. Lo que pasa, pasa."

"Y solo tenemos que vivir con eso." Gena replied. Cap Man looked pleasantly surprised. "I grew up in the Bronx. You pick up a thing or two. You enjoy that, okay, hon?"

"Lo haré, señora. Gracias."

Any other day, that might have been the end of it. But that day just got busier and busier. Gena kept the place well-staffed (and she'd been damn lucky most of her original employees were still with her) but even a well-scheduled restaurant could hit a few snags.

Sometimes all it took was one broken coffee pot.

The shattering caught Gena's attention immediately. The barrage of swearing really caught her attention. "Can't you watch where you're going? Fuck's sake…"

Gena emerged from the back. One of the new hires, Sarah, was frozen in front of a pissed off looking older man wiping coffee off a briefcase. The swearing would be unacceptable on its own, but Sarah was a sweet girl. She'd had to put off going to college to help her family after her father had vanished. She really didn't need this. "I'm…I'm sorry…" Sarah stammered.

"Sorry's not gonna be good enough if you ruined this."

"It was an accident," said a new voice. It was Cap Man. His friendly tone had completely vanished. "She's trying her best."

"You stay the hell out of this."

"Excuse me," Gena said firmly. She took in the scene as she stepped from behind the counter. Some coffee had gotten on the man's briefcase, but it looked like it'd be fine to her. Most of it was on the floor. "Don't swear at my employees."

Briefcase Man looked taken aback. "She spilled coffee on me."

"And she didn't mean to, I'm sure. Sarah, sweetie, could you get me a mop?" Getting the poor thing away was the first order of business. Fortunately, Sarah didn't need to be told twice. "I'm sorry about your briefcase, but there is no need to speak to her like that."

The man's face went red. At first, he stayed quiet. Maybe he sensed the stares from the other patrons. Regulars who didn't take kindly to newcomers disturbing the peace. Sane people just trying to eat breakfast. She hoped that judgment would be enough to make him back off, but there was always the chance he'd dig his heels in.

And, of course, that was exactly what he did, squaring his shoulders and looking Gena straight in the eyes. "She…"

That was as far as he got. Gena heard shoes hit the floor. Cap Man had gotten off his chair and walked to stand by Gena. He didn't say anything at first, just scanned Briefcase with calculating eyes. "How much?" he asked finally.

"What?"

"Breakfast. How much?"

"...fifteen…"

Cap Man took a twenty out of his wallet. "You're settled," he said, placing it on the man's table. "So you can go now, sí?"

Briefcase looked at the money, then up into Cap Man's eyes. He must not have liked what he saw, because he got up and left without a word.

Like a sigh of relief, chatter returned to the diner. "Cabrón," Cap Man muttered. "No manners anymore." He looked at the mess and crouched down to start picking up the bigger pieces of glass.

"Hey, no, you don't have to-"

"You've got enough on your plate, señora. I don't mind." His smile was back as he glanced up at her. "I'll be careful."

He wasn't wrong, so Gena decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and got back to work. "It's Gena," she corrected as she walked away.

"Jake."

Gena filed the name away and went back to orders.

By the time she'd caught up and returned to the mess, Sarah was just about done mopping up. Jake sat nearby. "...guess if this is the most exciting thing to happen all trip, I can consider myself lucky," he said. "You sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine," Sarah said. She still sounded shaken, but her eyes were dry at least. "I had worse when I was working fast food."

"Still." Jake glanced Gena's way. "Hope I didn't overstep earlier."

"Listen, you didn't start a fight and he went away. That's what matters." Gena took the twenty off the table and held it out to him. "Here."

Jake shook his head. "That's yours."

"No, it's yours. You've done enough to help."

Jake relented and took the bill. "Well…" He stood up and stretched. "...if you insist. One more cup of coffee if you've got the time?"

He had his last cup and paid cash before leaving. Gena wasn't the slightest bit surprised to find the twenty tucked under his mug with a note attached. For Sarah. Consolation prize for having to deal with assholes. Gena looked around, but Jake was long gone.

She had no idea where he'd come from, but it was nice to know there were still some good people left in this city.

~~~

It was late when she saw him again two days later.

The city was drenched in rain. Ricky and Ray were holed up at a window booth. They were supposed to be doing their homework, but kept sneaking comics when they thought she wasn't looking. Gena was too dog-tired to scold them for it.

The bell above the door jangled. Gena did a double-take when she saw who it was. "Well, buenas noches, mister."

"Señora." Jake grinned as he shrugged his damp coat off. "Really coming down out there."

"Sure is." It was bad enough that even the dinner rush had been slow. Jake draped his coat over one of the counter stools and sat down. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath. The logo across his chest caught her attention. "Really? The Cubs?"

"Stole it from my brother, but yes, really."

"A Cubs shirt, in New York?"

"I like to live dangerously. Besides, I think I can milk the curse breaking for another year or two."

"If you say so." Gena passed him a menu, caught sight of the boys as she did, and sighed. "Ricky…"

Ricky had moved from reading to stacking creamers. Gena sighed. "Richard Douglas Landers."

"Whaat?" Ricky whined.

"Your homework done?"

"This word problem doesn't make sense."

"Well, bring it over here, then." She glanced apologetically at Jake. "Sorry, do you mind?"

"Take your time," Jake said. He shot Ricky a smile, and didn't seem offended when Ricky didn't smile back.

"Okay," Gena said. "Let's take a look."

They had to re-read the problem a few times before it sank in. Ricky's face was listless and frustrated the whole time. She couldn't blame him, of course. Not for that. It hadn't even been a year, and here he was doing word problems as if…

Gena shook her head. "That better?"

"I guess." Ricky wrote his answer down. "I miss Ms. Scott. It made more sense when she explained it."

"...yeah, honey. I miss her, too." Why'd it feel like only the good ones had gone away? No wonder some people were convinced it had been the Rapture. "Just do your best with that, okay?" She leaned over the counter to kiss his forehead. "So long as it gets done."

"Okay." Ricky got down from the  chair, dragging his homework after him. "Can I have French Toast?"

"Finish up your homework and you can. And tell Ray I said that." She watched him sit back down before turning back to Jake. "Thanks for waiting."

"That was more important," he said. "Both yours?"

"Yeah, my babies. Well, I guess not babies anymore. You got kids?"

"No, just two brothers. Same difference, sometimes." He passed her back the menu. "Eggs and toast, por favor?"

"Over easy again?"

"You remember."

"You made an impression. Sarah was grateful, by the way. Thank you."

Jake smiled. "Least I could do."

He ate his late-dinner-breakfast quietly, no notebook this time. A few times, she caught him staring out the window. She thought at first he was waiting for someone, but it seemed like he was just people watching. "Really hope this lets up before I have to leave," Gena said. "Absolutely miserable."

"Eh. I've been in London a lot these days. I'm used to it."

"London? What brings a guy from London to Manhattan?"

"Work. Personal chauffeur with some extras."

"Extras, huh?"

"I was in the Marines. Comes in handy these days."

"Ah." She understood now. Jake was pretty unassuming when he was just sitting there eating eggs, but she remembered his presence when he was dealing with Briefcase. Just forceful enough to be effective. Protective. "Must be exciting. Lot of travel, then?"

"Oh, all over. Demand's been something else." He methodically wiped up the egg yolk with the last of his toast. "Something about half of the planet going missing really brought out the worst in people."

"Don't I know it. It's gotten better, but it was bad here for a while. Bad enough that Daredevil left the Kitchen."

"Who left where?"

Right, he wasn't local. "So, New York has a lot of vigilante types," she explained, "and they tended to stick to their neighborhoods back in the day, so Daredevil didn't really leave the west side. Except crime spiked, not enough cops to handle it, so he's been spotted all over."

"Huh. Who else have you got?"

"Luke Cage has Harlem. Knight Wing mostly operates out of Chinatown. Jessica Jones will go pretty much anywhere, but you usually have to pay her. Usually. Queens used to have Spider-Man, but…" She glanced at the boys and lowered her voice. "...last anyone saw him, he was fighting aliens with Iron Man before…it happened. No one's seen either of them since, so…"

"Right." Jake finished off his toast. "Knight Wing and Daredevil, huh?"

"In their defense, Knight and Wing are their names," Gena said with a smile. "Colleen Wing and Misty Knight. Good folks. Don't know what Daredevil's deal is."

"Maybe he didn't pick it?"

"I feel bad for him if he didn't. Can I get anything else for you?"

"More coffee?"

Gena nodded. She was just grabbing the pot when Jake spoke up again. "Actually, do you have to-go cups? Lost track of time, I have to…" He got up with an irritated sigh. "...be someplace."

"Sure thing."

Despite his pensive tone, Jake was all smiles when she came back with the coffee and the check. Paid cash, slid the tip under his plate. Looked like at least 30%. "You stay dry, señora."

"I'm not the one going outside," she pointed out. "And really, you can call me Gena."

Jake grinned as he put his coat back on. "Señora Gena," he said, lifting his cap in a salute. "Buenas noches."

And with that, he slipped out the door and into the rain.

Gena shook her head. "Foolishness," she muttered to herself, but it was said with a smile. He really was something else.

~~~

Theo McCain was an aspiring crime boss. After notorious NYC crime boss Wilson Fisk vanished in the Snap, he began the process of unifying what remained of Fisk’s crime ring.

This process was cut short when he was found strangled to death in his apartment after his son, Teddy, called the police. He gave no description of the attacker, saying only that "the boogeyman" had come for his father.

The segments he had managed to compile were quickly broken up over the next three days, going back underground after being struck by a "specter" who targeted any remaining leadership.

~~~

The damp of spring turned into the heat of summer, then finally chilled into the fall. Life went on as much as it could, all things considered. The boys started a new school year. The diner stayed open, and moderately busy. New York stayed New York. Gena kept moving.

Lo que pasa, pasa.

She didn't think about Jake too often. He passed her mind once or twice, when she had to make eggs over easy with toast or a customer tipped generously. She wondered where he was, and if it was raining there.

But he was out of her mind enough that she almost didn't recognize him when he came back.

It didn't help that it was outside the boundaries of the diner. She was on her break, rushing to grab some things at the closest bodega. She was trying to get the last carton of milk from the back of the damn cooler, cursing quietly to herself at the inconvenience of it, when someone reached up to nudge it closer to her. "Thanks," Gena said instinctively.

"No problemo." Then, "Oh, hey, Señora Gena!"

Her brain stalled for a second. It was the hat that clued her in.

"Jake!" She smiled, her previous frustration forgotten. "Back in town?"

"Just for a few days. How're the boys?"

"Still struggling with word problems, but getting better." She grabbed the milk and gave Jake a once-over. He looked exactly like she remembered, just with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. "New job paying well?"

"Decent enough." Something buzzed in his pocket and he cursed quietly. "And that's probably them…I'll see you, though, all right?"

"See you."

Sure enough, he was back in the diner that evening. Toast and eggs over easy with coffee again. He was back to his notebook, but not for very long. Gena tried not to be nosy, but she did catch a glimpse when she was refilling his mug. Looked like scribbles to her, mostly.

"Yes, it's shorthand," Jake said without looking up.

Damn. Caught. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. That's why I learned." He closed the notebook and set it aside with a heavy sigh. "Just happy I'm back in a city that makes sense. You ever tried driving in Boston?"

"Can't say I have."

"Don't do it. And they hate the Cubs even more there." He grinned and took a long sip of coffee. "They get Daredevil out of his neighborhood again?"

"A few times, I think." She tried to stay out of it. As long as the fighting wasn't in her neighborhood, she figured she was allowed a little ignorance. "Your employer treating me okay?"

"Riding my ass a bit, but nothing I can't handle." He shrugged. "Hard times. Makes people testy. I can always take a longer route if I want to be spiteful. Don't think he knows the difference."

Gena chuckled. "Fair enough. How are your brothers?"

"Doing okay. Both busy, too."

"What do they do?"

"Steven's unemployed right now. Marc…doesn't talk about work. Nothing illegal, he just likes to keep his cards close." He shrugged. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Which deity did your staff make a deal with? Because these…" He pointed down to his eggs. "...have been perfect three times in a row. I am never that lucky."

He was so earnest about it, too. "That's proprietary," she said, "but I'll pass my compliments along to the chef."

"Well, whatever it is, keep doing it. I'm not complaining."

The door slammed a little too hard. She didn't miss the way he winced as he glanced back over his shoulder, then relaxed when he saw it was just a patron with their arms full. "Consíguelo," he scolded himself. Then, "Hey, when does the snow start around here?"

"If we're lucky, we'll get a few months before it does. Why?"

"Curious if I'll miss it. Never seen a New York winter."

"You'll have to go upstate if you want it pretty. It's nice here for all of half an hour, even with the decreased traffic. And if you’re thinking of coming back for the holidays, the ball drop’s not worth it.”

“Not even for a one-time experience?”

“Not even for that. Too damn cold.”

“Fair enough. So…what is worth doing in this city? I don’t want to spend my free time in the hotel room again.”

Gena had to think about it. She’d lived in New York her whole life. It made seeing the special places difficult sometimes. And so much of the city had been closed up or abandoned since…whatever it was that happened.

But she knew there were still some places left.

“You got space in that notebook?”

He did, and he wrote down every single location she suggested. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes as he did, like it was all the most important things anyone could’ve told him.

“...and I suppose if you want to do the touristy stuff, you can,” Gena finished.. “I’m sure some travel blog has a listicle of places still up and running.”

“Probably.” Jake set down his pen. “Gracias. I’ll let you know how many I try.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t let your employers grind you down too hard, yeah? I know they’re handing you a paycheck, but you’ve got to live sometime.”

Jake sipped his coffee and nodded. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah, that’s good advice.”

~~~

Suspected serial rapist Edmund Weller was found dead in an alley on the west side. The only witness–his would-be victim–claimed a white-clad figure saved her, walked her to a 24 hour convenience store, and disappeared once she was safe. The clerk backed her story; however, police were unable to find evidence of any such figure in the city.

~~~

She only saw him once more that year.

It was winter break. She had managed to get the boys out of the house to see some fresh snowfall in Central Park. It was mostly abandoned, save for the odd family or overly ambitious jogger.

And Jake, sitting on a park bench, watching the snow fall.

Gena thought about going to say “hello”, but the peaceful look on his face stopped her. He had the look of a man enjoying his solitude; she didn’t want to disturb that.

Besides, something told her she’d be seeing him again.

~~~

He didn’t know what happened on that trip.

In a way, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t his job to handle everything for Marc. Just the burdens he couldn’t bear.

It was nice to slip out for no real reason for once. To enjoy some quiet and peace.

He didn’t get that very often.

#moon knight #jake lockley #gena landers #fic: meet me at our spot #I can post fics to tumblr again because I actually installed a word processor and it doesn't eff up the formatting like google docs does

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Literally every time I get a comment on a kaishi fic, I’m like okay y’all it’s over. CoAi what? I’m just so soft for KaiShi, truthfully I just love the idea of my queen being treasured the way she deserves. I love CoAi, I do, but man sometimes I get so pissed at Shinichi. He’s hurt her and I loathe him for it. Yes I know he’s a dumb teenager and he hurts lots of people with his words, but when it’s directed towards my queen I’m like nope. You better get your shit together, or risk losing her forever.

It’s why I get drawn to other Shiho ships with no prior history. They start on a clean slate and they can be dazzled by how amazing my queen is and fall for her and think the world of her! At the end of the day, I just want Shiho to be happy and alive. But sometimes I add that I want her to move on so that Shinichi regrets it for the rest of his life cause I’m a petty ass motherfucker (and yes this includes the canon ship not working out. Literally for me it’s Shinichi with Shiho or he dies alone. No I will not accept any criticism). But really the focus is still on my queen thriving and loving her life and being loved in return <3

Update: I really think I could write a song fic a day if I let myself. Currently at the airport waiting for flight number one (cause of course I’m traveling again) and I’m on my daily mix. Pleaser by Wallows comes on (just added it to my playlist) and I’m over here like this could be a shinshi fic. “Quite the people pleaser, if only I could please her” and the line about him talking too much next to her and her being like I don’t want to talk to you right now. Yeah that’s so CoAi coded to me

Update 2: airport writings continue to go well. I finished the next chapter of the fake dating fic! Now let’s see if I can get anything else done while I’m on the plane…

Update 3: I finished the next chapter of the sibling verse too! And I started bejeweled! My free day is coming to and end soon, and I just realized I need to go out and get some stuff before dinner. A full day of traveling is no joke. Tbh I think my jet lag is fine. It was more just traveling in general

Update 4: bejeweled is also now complete. And that’s about it for now cause the rest of my schedule is going to be super packed. I’m just glad I got the next chapters for all of my WIPs done. I just don’t know when I’ll be able to post them…

Update 5: I had a tiny bit more time but I was not feeling any of my verses. So I’ve been dreaming about Lo Lo Lost again

#cynful babbles #anyways I leave tomorrow so no I haven’t gotten any more writing done #and I have some more shit I need to do before I head to the airport… #so it looks like we may get another installment of airport writing with Cyn! #hopefully there aren’t too many people around and I get to actually write. we shall see

[apocalypse-shuffle]

GHOSTFACE(S) | MULTI SLASHER (scream franchise)

Ghostface(s) w/ a Goth!Reader (Ghostface x Fem!Reader)

dating Headcanons

CHARACTERS: BILLY, STU, MICKEY, AMBER, RICHIE, DANNY

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, reader is apart of every friend group (TW: sexual acts & canon typical violence/gore) - some soft!reader

Pic sources: Scream 1, Scream 2, Scream 5, & Dead By Daylight concept art.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

• We can be pretty sure (bar Danny & Mickey) that you're firmly at secret girlfriend/secret relationship status with most of these guys. If I closely follow canon of course.

• Billy and Stu are “dating” Sidney and Tatum to make it easier to kill Sidney; though Stu’s relationship status is more flexible and he could easily be publicly dating the Reader and not Tatum.

• Richie too is pretending to date Sam to further his own murderous goals while being in a real relationship with you. There’s no romantic relationship between Amber and him.

• Amber dates the Reader instead of Richie as well in this au.

BILLY LOOMIS

He will, will, make you smudge your lipstick if he’s driving you around and then laugh his ass off.

By design Billy has a tendency to tailor himself to whoever he’s dating after his mom abandoned him to keep them from leaving too, but as you get more comfortable he’ll level out. This is largely when he’ll start giving his opinions on your outfits and/or makeup looks. He is annoyingly opinionated, yes.

Loves talking morbid shit with you and loves how dark you dress (depending on the type of goth you are of course). Will constantly compare your look to a dead Victorian child, he does not care about how far your complexion is from the typical image of a Victorian child either.

Complains about it like it’s his fucking job but actually loves the smudges of dark lipstick you leave on his dick after sucking him off. Billy’s sex drive is high and he’s a sucker for you taking care of him.

You know about Billy and Stu’s plan to a certain extent but you aren’t really in on it and Billy never drags you into their plotting except for asking you to keep y’all’s relationship secret.

The fact you’re not allowed to be together in public grates on you sometimes, especially when you have to watch him and Sidney kiss and know during the climax that he’s having sex with her, but you content yourself with the fact that Billy and you fundamentally work better together.

Billy’s honest and himself around you and you’re your freest and most daring with him.

It doesn’t hurt that you know he’s gonna kill Sidney soon either.

When he catches you alone at Stu’s party you’re clearly turned on by the “big bad” Ghostface cornering you and he's more than happy to play along and tease you the whole time.

Absolutely stabs you during the climax so you won’t be considered a suspect or an accomplice. It’s a little too deep though.

Billy cares for you, he does, but he also gets caught up in the excitement of the hunt and how well you play the scared but aroused victim.

Unlike him though, you don’t end up dying that night and no one even suspects that you’d known he was Ghostface the whole time (or that you’d been dating; the only other person who knew had been Stu after all).

I’m definitely gonna try following this up with vengeful Ghostface!Reader & Mickey headcanons later. Have the Reader-Insert team up with Mickey to kill Sidney and Co. for killing the love of her life and all that.

STU MACHER

Yeahhh, Stu is dating the Reader-Insert instead of Tatum. So Billy starts dating Sidney and brings Stu and you. Canonically I don’t know who the fuck brought Randy into the group (I imagine it was Sid though. EDIT: It was Sid).

If you have a lip piercing(s) he helps you apply your lipstick around it/them.

Takes it incredibly seriously and always reminds you to go through your piercing care.

Will distress your stockings for you. Likes being able to control how revealing your look will end up being a little too much.

Loves giving you pointers fr. As if you can’t dress your damn self, but sometimes he makes a really good suggestion and you just have to put your foot in your mouth.

He has a surprisingly good eye for someone who wears clothing two sizes too big on accident.

In public Stu’s all about pda so as long as you’re receptive you guys’ ll never not be touching when close. Stu’s got his hand in your back pocket while you lean against him, head on his shoulder and hand at his side or on his chest. Or you're getting yelled at by a teacher for being inappropriate at lunch because the second you laid your tray down Stu pulled you into his lap (and you got comfortable of course).

Stu’s the only person (that you’re not related to) who’s allowed to put his hands in your head. Stu’s playful enough that he likes to play with your hair and you trust him enough to let him curl his finger around individual coils to tighten them that much more.

Because of this Stu also has the duty of helping you put your hair up whenever you’re too tired (if your hair is long enough) or you need help with a particularly difficult hairstyle. He keeps extra large hair ties wrapped around his wrists all the time for exactly this purpose.

It’s also good for hastily getting your hair out of your face whenever you’re going down on him. No more having to stop to go hunt a hair tie down and risk the mood changing.

You know the moment Ghostface takes to chasing you while you're at Stu’s party, catches you, and goes out of his way to cut then tear at your fishnets while trying to grapple you that it’s Stu. The fact he’s not even trying to kill you is also a dead giveaway. Especially considering Stu never did come back with that beer you asked for. Oh! And the fucking giggling (that jackass).

Doesn’t have it in him to stab you like Billy tells him to do (so you’ll all be survivors together without suspicion) so he just forces you into his bedroom and then breaks the lock.

You were completely unaware of his being Ghostface until then.

After Sidney finally kills Billy, and you start banging at the door once the gunshots have settled down, the others hear and break the door to get you out.

After that you don’t do anything but stare at Stu’s dead body, mourning the fact that you can’t even see his face one last time, until the cops force you out of the house.

You’re able to snag one of his bloody knocked out teeth before being dragged off though, using it to make a ring or a necklace to commemorate his death; have a part of him close to you always.

MICKEY ALTIERI

TW: perv!Mickey, manipulation, stalking.

(his lil delusional self; like seriously) He fantasies about you constantly from the moment Hallie first introduces you to the group.

He’s unrepentant in his pursuit of you and - unlike with most of the others - you’d had Ghostface’s explicit attention as well.

Mickey’s always complimenting you. They’re well thought out, passionate, ones too but you usually just say thanks and kind of laugh him off. He likes your laugh though so he doesn’t take it personally, the way you duck your head or blush is also incredibly flattering.

He’s a starer. It’s not uncommon for you to look up or away from whatever conversation, food, or work you’d been focusing on only to immediately meet Mickey’s eyes. He’s not really the type to look away all embarrassed either, he just gives you a smile or a wink before going back to doing whatever’s occupying him at the time.

If Hallie, Sid, and You are walking around campus and the boys meet up with you Mickey will whip out his camera to gas you up and get a shot of whatever elaborate (or just cute) outfit you’ve got on for the day. He acts like he’s the paparazzi and you kind of love it.

It’s all in good fun - at least from you - but whenever the sorority girls are giving Hallie a hard time as a pledge Mickey and you will mock how fake they come off and she’ll begrudgingly start laughing. It’s a good way to cheer her up and Mickey loves how good you two bounce off one another even better.

Is obsessed with the way you say his name, absolutely loves it. Asks you to repeat it all the time and you do even if you think he’s a weirdo.

Y’all’s first date according to you is different from Mickey’s first date from his pov. As far as you’re concerned Mickey took you to his favorite little restaurant spot that had some good ass food. He’d wined and dined you as well as he could on a college kid’s salary (which is pretty good considering who’s paying his tuition, but I digress).

As far as Mickey’s concerned though your first date was technically the day you went to see Stab when it premiered. Your date had been excited and no matter how distasteful you’d thought it was, he'd already bought your tickets and was so excited to get the costumes the theater was handing out so…

(Oop! Very much did not mean to make the reader-insert so much like Jada’s character, Maureen, but … what're you gonna do, you know?).

Mickey had just started stalking you, and enraged at the prospect of you being with anyone else - of someone else touching you - and itching to get in as many kills as he could in a night he killed your date and then stayed with you (while pretending to be him) for the rest of the premiere until he killed Phil and Maureen. You recall it being a pretty good date and were bummed out when the guy suddenly ghosted you after what had seemed like a good time (up until the murder that happened while he was getting more snacks of course).

You two become inexplicably closer (going from friends with sometimes benefits to something like exclusivity) after Cici’s murdered and Derek gets attacked when he’s reassuring you and Sid.

Around that same time is when you tell everyone about your stalker. Sid’s upset with you for not thinking to tell anyone sooner, but you hadn’t thought it was connected. You’d written them off as just prank calls at first too because of you being close to Sidney.

The first time you and he hook up is after Derek got hurt and Mickey finished being questioned by the cops. He offers you a drive home from the hospital. You’re stressed and freaking out, and he’s really good at the whole comforting act, then you’re kissing and next thing you know you're scrabbling for a condom.

His Ghostface actively stalks you. Like, you’re in the women’s restroom at school and so is he. In full costume too. There’s times of flirtatious, somewhat suspect calls too, but he’s so oddly charming(?) and engaging over the phone that you keep answering his calls and entertaining him.

After Randy is killed the stalking gets worse and you’re even more scared because now you know it’s Ghostface who’s targeting you. Mickey is at least there to support you though.

Mickey has SD cards full of pictures and footage of you, some from before your relationship and some from after. All are a mixture of pictures you know are being taken of you and ones you’re utterly unaware could ever exist.

Mickey plays the perfect boyfriend very well, and while most of it isn’t an act there is certainly plenty of hidden darkness between you two.

One word: sex tapes. I’m sorry but you know he’d record the fuck out of you.

The home videos too are a constant (he likes to relive your time together; and also his past kills) and you learn to love them because he’s very serious about shooting your outfits in the moodiest lighting and from all angles; virtually immortalizing them.

Hickies, bite marks, bruises. Mickey’s rough and he wants his marks to show on your brown skin, it turns him on so fucking much. Expect pictures to be taken post sex for this very reason. The two of you just giggle as you do it, and sometimes you even convince him to be in a few of the pictures too.

If you wear shorter clothes he’s always either pinching your ass or looking up your skirt whatever chance he gets.

Speaking of that, the amount of upskirt shots this man has of you is concerning and - like with most things involving him - should worry you.

Mickey will go to goth clubs with you, learn the dances, songs (so he can sing along), and everything without goofing around or spending the majority of the time sulking in the corner.

Mickey is possessive as shit but he hides it very well, especially from you. It’s not just with you either, he hates having a kill or a victim taken from him to the same extent.

You survive all the way to the end of the climax tied up in a supply closet outside the theater hall and are completely unharmed by morning when the cops find you. Though not a part of Mrs. Loomis’s plan, Mickey had planned on upping his “innocent victim” helplessly influenced by movie violence plea by partially dragging you along during the media storm as a witness. People were suckers for a twisted love story after all, just look at Bonnie and Clyde. “Was he really so swell a guy that you didn’t notice any signs?”

For what it’s worth Mickey genuinely would also rather not have to kill you at all.

You being so unscathed and having been dating Mickey means that no one trusts you anymore though, it doesn't matter that when he killed Hallie he killed your childhood best friend or that he’d also been tormenting and stalking you the whole time. You somehow being the only person he really cared about was too suspect.

Mickey gets you caught up in a media storm alright, but not the kind he’d planned on.

AMBER FREEMAN

She falls so instantly in love with you that she’s a right bitch the first time y’all meet.

In fact she’ll be so hyper critical of you you’ll be on the edge of your seat waiting for the day some type of microaggression finally comes out of her pasty ass mouth.

Amber wouldn't dare cross that line though. She’s at least got that going for her. The fact she knows where the line is at all when she’s being mean is a miracle in and of itself.

Depending on your personality you’ll either ignore her, do everything in your power to not be around her period, or you’ll lash back at her just as strongly as she does you.

The UST is fucking real because I need it to be.

Neither of you will know when it happened but at some point your verbal fights go from barely civil to borderline flirting (everyone is baffled and some are rolling their eyes too).

Or her ‘insults’ start seeming a lot more like helpless compliments (she swears it wasn’t supposed to come out so dreamy).

Once you two finally - finally - admit (probably at the prompting and conspiring of your friends) that you like each other, what you’d thought was an overprotective-ness over who could make fun of you quickly advances too full on possessiveness.

You and Tara are ex’s and so when Amber and Richie went about curating the perfect Stab movie themselves Amber took an extra amount of glee in going after and tormenting Tara.

Her arm is always thrown around your shoulders or she’s holding your hand.

Amber 100% says I love you first but in the most roundabout way possible.

Y’all both exchange care/preservation tips for your boots/demonias.

She takes you to Stab screenings all the time and insists that you two spend a whole day marathoning all the movies - make out sessions and snack breaks being your only reprieve.

Fancies herself your bodyguard. Someone tries to take a photo of you without permission? She’ll either photo bomb it, obscuring you for the person, and then flip the person off or she’ll grab their phone and break it (if the person was perving on you she’s definitely breaking it). You no longer have to entertain those “I didn’t know it was Halloween,” remarks because Amber will snap at whoever said it for you.

Mind you though you’ll also have to have the conversation around how she should and shouldn’t react if someone’s being racist or micro aggressive towards you. If she pops off too much she’s going to get you into more trouble not less.

During the climax of Scream 5 she shoots you in the foot after shooting Liv in the head to keep you out of the way.

By the end of the night you’re in pain and you feel betrayed but you still sob for Amber when you hear her dying screams.

RICHIE KIRSCH

Gets flustered whenever you come out in your full outfits.

Especially loves if you dress up similar to popular horror women (Nancy Downs, Tiffany Valentine, Elvira, even classics like Morticia or gothic vampires).

Despite eventually becoming a killer Richie is very much in his own head most of the time. Before his first kill most of his deadly desires he just keeps to planning out in his head, so if someone hits on you and Richie actively sees them as too much for him to take on he won’t press the issue just to be embarrassed.

So with that said most of the time guys hit on you Richie will only intervene once and if the guy dismisses him you’re kind of on your own.

He’s an aspiring murderer but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a coward.

He does keep tabs on the guy if they’re frequents around were you work or live and once he gets out of his head they become some of his first kills before Woodsburrow.

You also won’t notice but some of his trophies he gifts to you. Stolen jewelry or clothing.

With his new lease on life comes heightened confidence and while he still gets flustered whenever he sees you he actually does something about it now.

His compliments are still a bit dorky but they’re delivered smoothly and he stops shuffling around you when out in public, instead throwing his arms around your shoulders or waist.

He volunteers and even buys tickets to go to concerts with you; proudly sticking out at those shows too.

The people you dislike Richie dislikes twice as viciously. After his first few kills he’ll even start to make the particularly egregious assholes who have something to say to or about you apologize. Sometimes it even works, but Richie still looks like himself so most of the time it doesn’t.

Those times his sticking up for you or proudly backing you up doesn’t end the way either of you wants are when he picks new “practice” targets. When he can, and if he’s pissed enough, he bids his time while stalking them so you and he won’t be suspects then kills them.

He’ll taunt and jeer at the person all night before painting their walls with blood so when he sees you next he’s all hyped up and wants to fuck. He’s his most intense in the bedroom here and will make you come multiple times (if he can) and most definitely eat you out or fuck you to tears. The deepthroat is unreal too, but he’s got a good tea for helping with that sore throat afterward.

Unlike when he's with Sam Richie is very open about his love for the Stab movies and his extensive knowledge of the original murders that inspired them with you. He goes on tangents all the time and you get very used to listening to him while the low tones of your favorite songs provide background noise.

He’s very much a true crime buff but he’s so tame about it when he’s talking about cases with you that you have no clue he’s so intrigued because he idolizes the actual serial killers.

Definitely goes to goth clubs with you and little meetups as your plus one but manages to make every dance look unbelievably awkward. He knows it too and you tease him about it, calling it his “special gift”.

You go to a lot of Stab-a-thons and fan conventions for Richie. He loves it. Especially because these are the only times you tolerate him wearing a “ghostface costume”.

Out of all the Ghostface killers I think he’d be the most into integrating legit roleplay into sex. He’s far more dominant in your sex life than you’d originally thought he’d be (even before his first kill).

The first piercing Richie ever gets is because of and with you. One lobe piercing (it was supposed to be two but the adrenaline wore off after the first so he couldn’t go through with another). The earring looks good though and once it’s healed enough he usually just leaves a dark stud in. Personally he thinks it gives him a nice edge, but he loves how much you love it even more.

You don’t find out about him “dating” Sam and essentially cheating on you until after a distraught Wayne comes to inform you of his death.

You’re so broken up that seemingly for the last 6 months of your almost five year relationship he’d been cheating so heavily on you that he’d crossed state lines that Quinn goes out of her way to “let you in” on what he was really doing in Woodburrow with Sam.

You’re like a sister to Quinn considering how long you and Richie were together so she hates seeing you so distraught and is the one to tell you about Richie’s actual plan (& obsession) that their dad was partially funding.

NOTE: Ethan Landry, Quinn Bailey and Detective Wayne Bailey’s names are all fake but since those are the only names we know them by those are the names I used for them.

DANNY “JED OLSEN” JOHNSON

TW: it’s Danny; he’s his own trigger warning (stalking, gifting body parts, kidnapping).

A menace.

Does this dry sarcasm teasing thing that makes it super hard for you to tell if he’s joking or not. It’s on purpose. He finds the flash of confusion across your face hilarious.

You will not get a full answer out of Danny ever.

Completely unphased by anything you do. Big looks, small looks, a change in aesthetic type? He doesn’t bat an eye.

You have no idea how Danny knows so much about you but concert tickets and albums for your favorite artists will just appear prior to you having actually talked to Danny about them. As far as you can remember at least.

Danny gives you little gifts often. Homemade jewelry usually. Little do you know that’s his way of keeping mementos from his victims and he gets a sick satisfaction out of seeing you wearing them for multiple reasons.

All the glass eye jewelry you have isn't made from real eyes! Right? Same with the bone jewelry…and the teeth.

Giving morbid shit like that to you is risky but if you’re dating Danny specifically he can’t help but to give you that much more of himself and “share” in his kills with you.

Your relationship is primarily long distance due to how much he travels for work. No, you don’t really know what it is he does exactly, just that he’s a writer.

“JED OLSEN”

Incredibly nervous when he first talks to you.

He’s interviewing you after you’d had an “accidental” brush with the Ghost Face. Your meeting of the Ghost Face was premeditated on his part.

You’re covered in blood from where he’d slit your boyfriend’s throat right in front of you and Jed keeps glancing down at your blood covered breasts so you start cussing him out. You’d just come out of a life altering situation and not only did this little asshole want to accost you for questioning he was looking down your shirt while doing it too.

Flustered he makes up some lie about being queasy around blood, apologizing profusely, and you instantly feel horrible for jumping to conclusions. After that the recap of events you offer him in apology is some of his best, most vivid writing because of how willing and thorough you are.

“You are possibly the only person still alive to ever see The Ghost Face and live to tell the tale. How does that make you feel?”

The two of you don’t technically date because of how emotionally unavailable Jed can be and because he’s got to “prioritize his work”, but Jed sure does treat you like you’re his girlfriend. For the most part all you do is hook up in the beginning. Jed’s a little rough around the edges and a bit discomforting sometimes (you’re not gonna lie) but he’s steady and very sweet with you.

If anyone else distracted him from writing up a story or reviewing his interview notes and recordings the way you do he would not be nearly as patient.

Him letting you chat his ears off is an exclusively you thing. Letting you cockwarm him (either while sitting in his lap or on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his dick) while he’s at his desk is the same way.

Eventually finds himself getting honestly attached to you, but his only real options considering the fact he can’t stay in one place for too long after making enough kills is to kill or kidnap you.

He’s got to be in the wind without a trace or any notice quickly and as such he kidnaps you when you’re at some convention. You’re there with your friends (who’ve “coincidentally” never met or even seen pictures of Jed) but when your boyfriend sends you a text at just the right moment you’re distracted enough as you go to respond and separated from your crew for just long enough for him to snatch you away.

You’ll stay with Jed now, find out his name’s actually Danny and travel all over the States with him as he finds new victims…whether you want to or not. You’ll learn to love it.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! Thanks for reading.

Casey’s death in the first movie is actually super fucking sad. The way she fought so hard and could barely yell ‘mom’ when her mother was right there before she died; I was sobbing. (I have seen this movie multiple times at this point I don’t know why her death got me so good this time).

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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#andy black - 27 posts

#tommy lee - 26 posts

#ella sixx - 19 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Keeping up with the Biersacks

A/N: So I tried to keep it as in chronological order as possible. If there’s anything that I’m missing, feel free to shoot me an ask.

P.S These are only the ones I wrote. @youlightmeupfinn also writes stuff for Amber, so make sure to check her page too 😊

P.P.S I do not own the images used in this

Amber Nicolette Lee-Biersack

Amber Nicolette Lee-Biersack is the only child of Tommy Lee and Heather Locklear. Born on December 8th, 1987.

She is the godchild of Nikki Sixx.

Amber developed anger problems during her parents divorce that only got worse during Pamela and Tommy’s sex tape scandal.

She started White Rabbit with Ella Sixx when she was 22 and Ella was 16.

Amber is her father’s mini me. She has his curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, and also is decently curvy. She also has a natural aptitude for drums and piano, and her father’s generally positive but outspoken attitude as well. But don’t let that fool you, she also learned how to kick some ass from the Kings of the Strip.

Amber met her husband Andy Biersack in 2011 before Warped Tour started that year. Prior to dating Andy, she was in her “hoe phase.”

Andy and Amber got married in 2015, and have 3 children: Addison Ella Biersack (born in 2016), Thomas Christopher Biersack (born in 2020), and Rosemarie Andrea Biersack (born in 2022)

Ghost Whisperer Pt 2

This Is Gonna Hurt

Basket of Black Roses

Sunglasses at Night

Amber And Andy Meeting

End of Slutty Summer

Down Goes The Singer

Andy Meeting Heather and Tommy

Andy Meeting Nikki and Taylor

A Mötley Thanksgiving

Private Parts

When We Were Young

Home Sweet Home (Collab with @youlightmeupfinn)

Greek Temper

Porn Star Dancing

Tattoo for Addison

That’s MY Champagne

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61 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#4

Down Goes The Singer

Summary: I’m sure y’all know what this is about. If you don’t, just Google Andy Six falling and you’ll find the video from their 2011 Set the World On Fire album release when Andy broke a few ribs.

June 18th, 2011

Everything was perfect. The fans were amazing and Andy had pregamed pretty extensively beforehand to release some of the anxiety. So now all that was left was to slay this concert for the Set The World On Fire release.

“What the fuck is up Los Angeles? We’re Black Veil Brides,” Andy announced and Amber gave a big smile from her spot near the stage.

“You go Rockstar!” She told him in the in ear and got a brilliant smile as the guys started with the set list.

The beginning to All Your Hate started playing and a sinking feeling developed in Amber’s stomach as she saw Andy start climbing up onto the concrete ledges next to the stage.

After the chorus ended, Andy sat down and the sinking feeling fell to her ass as she saw Andy launch himself off the ledge.

“Guys, keep playing,” Amber told the guys as she jumped the barricade and ran towards her boyfriend that was sprawled on the ground.

“Andy!” Amber yelled as two people in their forties came around the corner. One of the security guards started to perform CPR, making Amber shove him.

“Where did you get your degree? The University of Dumbass? You’re making it worse,” Amber hissed and she ran a fingertip over her boyfriend’s chiseled features.

“Hey Goddess,” Andy smiled.

“Don’t you dare move,” She told him and he smiled and then winced.

“I’m a nurse’s kid, remember?” He reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

“A nurse’s son that should’ve known better,” the woman spoke up, before walking up to the couple and gently placing her fingertips on his lower chest, checking for broken ribs.

“Andy, really?” The man asked when the woman nodded.

“Chris, did you call EMS?” She asked and the man nodded.

“Yes dear. Dispatch said they’d be here in less than ten minutes,” Chris responded.

It was then that the lightbulb went off in Amber’s head.

“So tell me about your parents?” Amber had asked Andy one night when they had just gotten back to the apartment she shared with Ella.

“Their names are Chris and Amy and live in Cincinnati. My dad was actually our roadie, manager, and literally everything under the sun up until recently,”

“Really?” Amber had been shocked. Not that she couldn’t picture her own dad doing the same. But he’d always just offer to pay for a few roadies.

“You must be Amber,” Amy smiled at the woman kneeling on her son’s other side, who smiled.

“Yes ma’am,”

“I thought you were joking kid,” Chris murmured to his son who laughed, and then groaned.

“Chris, take Amber and lead EMS over here please?” Amy asked and Amber stood up and jogged to where she could hear commotion.

“Well this is a hell of a way to meet my son’s girlfriend. I’m Chris. You know I thought he was pulling my chain when he said that he was dating Tommy Lee’s daughter,” Chris laughed as Amber cleared the way for EMS.

“I just hope he didn’t hurt himself too bad,” Amber told the man that would become her father in law.

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#3

Andy Meeting Heather and Tommy

TW: None

Summary: Dating a Rock Legend’s daughter is all fun until you have to meet said legend.

A/N: I originally wasn’t gonna pick this gif, but it looks like he is like “YESS!”

“Dad, you know the guy I’ve gone out with? The rocker?” Amber asked her dad.

“Yeah, how’s that gone? You haven’t told me much Princess,”

“It’s going really good. So good that I want to have him meet you and mom. I already cleared it with her,”

“Your mom wants to have dinner at the same table as me?” Tommy laughed. They managed to keep everything as civil as possible for Amber’s sake, but there were definitely words that needed to be said between the two since their last fight. When Tommy was busted being out with a porn star and Heather filed for divorce.

“Yes. And I talked to Pam. The boys will be with her tonight, and uncle Nikki said there’s no band practice. But you’re to tell him everything.” Amber shook her head and laughed.

“I swear dad, you two are like teenagers,”

A glint of mischief flashed in Tommy’s eyes.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how wrong you are, we were so much worse,” he laughed and then got serious.

“Obviously, this means a lot if you did all the legwork. You got your mom to agree to this, and talked to Pam about the boys, and the least I could do is meet your boyfriend,” He smiled. Lately, his daughter had a sort of femme fatale attitude. 

When Nikki and Tommy brought it up to Nikki’s wife Taylor, she assured them that it was normal. Every woman goes through this phase. They needed to explore the more sexual side of themselves. 

If anything was wrong with Amber, Taylor would know. The two grew close when Nikki started seriously dating her when Amber was about 5. Taylor had become a second mother figure to the young woman. Especially during the divorce.

But this wasn’t a typical femme fatale scenario. Tommy could tell that at least. 

He now knew what his own parents saw when he was head over heels in love. Tommy was glad that his fucked up relationships when she was growing up didn’t take the hopeless romantic trait from his daughter.

“Thanks Dad,” Amber gave her dad a big hug, one that Tommy sunk into. He treasured these moments with his daughter. When he felt like he was hugging his little girl again. But, no matter how big she got, she’d always be his little girl.

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“It’ll be fine babe,” Andy coaxed over the phone while Amber finished getting ready. Her mom wasn’t who she was worried about. Amber had talked to her mom a lot about Andy. Heather hadn’t seen Amber be so in love with a boyfriend before, and naturally, she wanted as many details as possible.

What worried Amber was her dad. The tabloids have been comparing Andy’s band to Mötley Crüe since their beginning. 

Admittedly, they took a huge inspiration from them. But, with Andy penning Nikki’s last name during the very beginning of his career, she didn’t know how her dad was going to react. Uncle Nikki was the brother her father didn’t have. Not that he didn’t love having Athena as his little sister, but there was a brother bond he didn’t have with anyone besides Nikki. So, he naturally was protective over him, just like with Athena.

“Don’t be surprised if we see my uncle Nikki sitting in the corner spying,” Amber laughed nervously.

“And that would be fine by me.” He told her, getting ready himself. 

Dating a legend’s daughter was nerve wracking, but he could handle it. But had someone told him five years ago that he would date a beautiful woman that also referenced his biggest musical hero as “uncle Nikki”, he would’ve been bouncing off the walls.

“You don’t know my uncle Nikki,” Amber laughed, picturing her uncle grabbing a chair and doing a good cop bad cop routine with her dad.

“I hope I will. But, anyway, babe. Just relax. Dinner will be fine. You already got your parents to sit at the same table, which seems like the hard part,”

The couple arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early.

“For Lee,” Amber spoke to the hostess. Her brown curls were curled to perfection. Andy was dressed respectfully, but without sacrificing his style. Leather jacket over a nice button up and expensive jeans that fit him perfectly.

“You look great baby,” Amber whispered as the host led them to the table where Heather was already sat.

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#2

Daddy’s Kitten- Amber/Andy Biersack

Summary: After the Hit List Reveal goes south, Andy needs to make it up to his wife. But what happens when Amber decides to be a brat to her already jealous husband?

Read part 1 here

Warnings: Smut ahead, mature language, Dom/Sub, and orgasm denial

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My #1 post of 2022

Dirty at Download

Requested by @youlightmeupfinn. More specifically Tipsy!Taylor

Summary: After Black Veil Brides’ set at Download 2022, Andy decides he’s got some pent up energy that he needs to get out. Luckily, the kids’ godfather is now free since the set is over.

Photos taken from Andy’s insta

TW: Smut, slight degradation, cursing, bondage (Very slight, but I still wanna throw that warning out there)

A/N: I haven’t written smut in so fucking long. So some constructive criticism is definitely welcome 😊

Andy had just finished Black Veil’s set at Download, and he had energy he needed to get out.

His jeans had tightened halfway through his set when he ran off stage for a second to get some water and give his wife and kids kisses.

There was one bit of Amber left from her hoe days. And that was the ability to make men want her with only a kiss.

“Hey Jake, CC, you mind keeping an eye on the kids for a bit?” Andy asked and CC chuckled and Jake shook his head. They both knew damn well why they needed to babysit.

“Yeap. Bring me my godchildren,” Jake laughed and Andy walked to where he saw his beautiful wife and 2 of his 3 kids standing side stage throughout the set.

They had left Rose with Tommy and Brittany while the couple was in England for Download. Especially with her only being a few months old, it would be best if she was left home for this year’s and next year’s festivals.

When he finally got to his wife, she was smiling as their kids were air playing music as the stagehands were getting ready for the next act and rock music played over the speakers.

“Hey guys, Uncle Jake and Uncle CC want to play with you guys,” Andy told them and then he noticed his drummer coming up to them.

“I’ve been sent to collect some rugrats,” he told them and scooped Tommy in his arms and held his hand out for Addy to take. With the amount of people here, Andy wouldn’t be able to have alone time with his missus if either of their kids got lost.

“UNCLE CC!” Addy yelled and instead of taking his hand, she attached herself to his long legs.

“So we’re gonna take Uncle CC for a ride instead?” He laughed, earning a nod from Addison. Tommy rested his head on the drummer’s chest, too content and a little tired to ride uncle CC’s legs like his big sister.

“Well I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t want to immediately babysit after your guys’ amazing set. Am I sensing you had something to do with this?” Amber asked, a smirk on her lips and batting her long eyelashes once the kids were out of earshot.

“Yeah, I want you now,” he spoke lowly in her ear before placing either hand on her sides, blocking her in with his arms and body. His teeth taking her earlobe between them.

A gasp left Amber’s lips before she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning in public.

“C’mon kitten,” he stood eye to eye with her and Amber’s smirk deepened.

“Lead the way rockstar,” she told him, taking his large hand in hers. The same hands that would delicately hold their children could make her scream in pleasure.

Andy led them to his dressing room. Once Amber made it through the door, he turned around, pressing her body against the door, and roughly grasping her chin in his hands and bringing his lips down to her and bringing her into a kiss that screamed that he meant business.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. Amber pressed her body on the door, using the door to support her weight as she brought her legs up to wrap around her husband’s waist.

“Learn that in dance class?” He asked her when he broke the kiss. His oceanic eyes were barely discernible from his pupil as it consumed the blue with lust.

Amber smirked.

“Maybe,” she told him and he walked backwards towards one of the couches in the dressing room, flipping them so Amber’s back laid on the couch, and bringing his lips down to her neck that she bared as soon as she saw his eyes lock on it. Andy’s skillful lips pressed into his wife’s sweet spot and a moan left her mouth and she tightened her grip on his waist.

“Did I say you could tighten your legs? Nah fuck that, open your gorgeous legs for me kitten,” he demanded and Amber closed her eyes in delight as she felt heat travel down her body and looking at her core.

“Yes daddy,” she purred and spread her legs as wide as she could with skinny jeans on. Before she could completely open them, Andy’s hands stopped her.

“Let’s see what you have on for me,” Andy unbuttoned the jeans to reveal a lacy black and red thong. Andy’s cock tightened even more, if that was even possible, behind his skinny jeans.

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y’all don’t really know much about me, so i’m participating in the top 15 (at the moment because it changes all the time) songs trend!

starting in no particular order:

1. “The Weather” by Lawrence (“and though the winds are always changing and the clouds are rearranging a part of me will always be in love with you”)

2. “complex” by Katie Gregson (“i need him like water, he thinks that i’m alright. i’m not feeling human, i think he’s a good guy”)

3. “Sweetest Human Being Alive” by George Ezra (“when i meet you, girl i’ll know. i’ll hold you and i’ll be home. and i’ll know i found the sweetest human being alive”)

4. “Estrellita” by La Santa Cecilia (“yo canto por el alma de la gente y pa curarme el corazón”) (english: i sing for the soul of the people and to heal my heart)

5. “Late Night Talking” by Harry Styles (“now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind”)

6. “If You Ever Leave, I’m Coming with You” by The Wombats (“i’m forever locking myself in the glass of your rearview, trying to make friends with the friends that you’re close to, if you ever leave i’m coming with you”)

7. “Hasta Cuando Con” by Gepe (“mexicana y chilena”) (i’ll add another lyric, but that one is my favorite because i’m half mexican half chilean haha) (“lo que hace falta en tu vida es hacerla de una vez”) (english: what’s missing in your life is to make it)

8. “Tough Act” by Maisie Peters (“and i know that we weren’t perfect, so i hope you meet someone tomorrow, and she’s everything you wanted, but i hope i’m one tough act to follow”)

9. “When” by dodie (“i’m sick of faking diary entries, gotta get it through my head i’ll never be 16 again”)

10. “Mátame Please, Carita Feliz” by Diego Lorenzini (“pero aquí estoy contigo, y por eso es que yo vivo”) (english: but i’m here with you, and that’s why i live”)

11. “La Canción” by Bad Bunny and J Balvin (“yo se que lo nuestro es cosa de ayer, y me pone contento que te va bien con el, yo ni te extrañaba ni te quiera ver, pero pusieron la canción que te gustaba poner, y me acordé de ti cuando me hiciste feliz”) (english: i know that we are a thing of yesterday, and i’m happy things are going well with him, i didn’t even miss you or want to see you, but they put on the song you used to like to put on, and it reminded me of you when you made me happy)

12. “Sola” by Jessie Reyez (“yo no soy el tipo de mujer con quien tu mamá te quiere ver, me hacen falta tantas cosas, y me fallan tantas otras, nunca te podría complacer”) (english: i’m not the kind of woman your mom wants you to be with, i’m lacking in a lot of things, and a lot of others fail me, i would never be able to make you happy)

13. “No Te Ilusiones Tanto” by Adriel Favela and Giovanny Alaya (“no te ilusiones tanto para que no te duela”) (english: don’t get too excited so that it won’t hurt”)

14. “Without Me” by With Confidence (“and does he love you the way you deserve love now”)

15. “Si Veo a tu Mamá” by Bad Bunny (“no se porque diablo me engaño, diciendo que te olvide cuando te extraño”) (english: i don’t know why the devil tricked me into thinking i was over you when i miss you)

#not litg #songs #music #i promise i’m not heartbroken this is just the music i like haha

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How the Undatebales React After A Fight

Thank you to my friendo @wholelottatiffy ​ who helped me brainstorm this one. I’m only on chapter 19 at the moment, so I haven’t interacted with anyone but Diavolo much. And thank you to everyone who wanted a follow up to my previous post, I did not expect that. Y’all are super sweet!

tw: Fighting (a bit more in depth than my first post), description of panic attack, minor name calling, insecurity, depression, angst with resolution.

Diavolo:

Diavolo doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

To start, we need to talk about how the argument unfolds.

He’s not used to arguing. 

He’s Lord Diavolo, Prince of The Devildom, head of the RAD student council. No one defys him on anything.

So you raising your voice at him, trying to get him to see your way,

It was very overwhelming.

He tried to reason calmly with you at first, but he felt cornered. 

When fight or flight kicked in, his body chose fight.

His wings burst open in all their glory as he screamed back, his towering frame far more intimidating than yours.

The blind rage is slapped out of him when he sees your terrified face.

If you’re at the castle, he’ll order you to leave if you haven’t already. Anywhere else, he’ll turn and leave without a word. 

He wants to put distance between you both for fear of making things worse.

He absolutely cannot believe he just blew up at you. He would have never thought he'd raise his voice at his partner regardless of the situation.

He can’t shake the image of you flinching from him from his mind.

Now, being the prince of hell certainty has it’s perks; He has power, influence, and everything he could want.

But the one thing he wants the most seems to evade him no matter what: a friend.

A real friend. 

He has Barbatos and Lucifer, but it’s Barbatos’ job to accompany the prince, and Lucifer is bound to Diavolo whether he likes the future king or not.

MC was the first person who chooses to be with and around him for no other reason than the fact that they love him.

And now he’s terrified them. Gotten in their face and screamed at them.

He assumes he’s permanently driven you away.

As soon as you leave or he gets home, he rushes to find Barbatos. To explain what happened and hope his butler would know what to do.

He’ll text Lucifer and ask him to check on you as well.

He just feels lost. 

He wanders the palace aimlessly and he can’t focus on his work without his thoughts drifting to you.

He doesn’t feel like going to school or even getting out of bed. He doesn’t want to speak to anyone - to put on a happy face and pretend his world isn’t shaking.

Yet, a prince has his responsibilities. He will go about his normal public appearances as usual, smile and laugh and carry on, but it’s a mask.

Those close to him clearly notice the prince isn’t himself.

After school he visits the spots that you two visit together frequently.  

Anything to make him feel as if you are still at his side.

If you don’t sleep in his bed that night, he’ll take it as proof that he was right and that you don’t want to be with him anymore.

He doesn’t sleep that night. He clutches your pillow that still smells of you and just bawls. 

He will tell Barbatos he feels unwell the next morning and to postpone his obligations for the day.

This prompts Barbatos to seek you out and see if he can help resolve the issue.

Barbatos tries to stay out of your relationship as he doesn't feel it's his business, but his job is to assist Diabolo in any way necessary. And right now, he needs you more than anything.

If you sleep at his side still, it will be a glimmer a hope. That all may not be lost. 

He’ll give you you space that night. He’ll walk around you on eggshells but always watch you from the corner of his eye to gauge the temperature.

He avoids your gaze, stays on the other side of the room as you prepare for bed, and as much as it kills him, doesn’t hug you or kiss you goodnight.

He spends the night staring at your sleeping face and making silent promises that, if you forgive him, he will never let this happen again.

He thinks of how to apologize. What he could say, what he could do. 

Ultimately though, it feels like everything he could think of is too little of an apology. 

He pretends to be asleep when he sees you stir and decides to let you choose if you want to forgive him on your own.

You will have to approach him first. 

He thinks losing his temper with you was unacceptable and feels like he has no right to ask for your forgiveness.

Worse, he’s terrified of not being given forgiveness.

Thus, I feel a fight with Diavolo will take as long as you let it. He’s willing to suffer as long as you need him to.

Barbatos:

Barbatos doesn’t argue. He sits quietly and watches you, his responses calm but absolute.

He’s no pushover, he will defend his side, but he’s not going to enter a screaming match. It’s just not him.

You know you’ve really gotten under his skin when he offers a tight, forcefully pleasant smile.

He finally shuts down the conflict with "It's your right to feel that way just as it's mine to disagree." And leave it at that.

Post argument, he will avoid you and lock his feelings about the fight inside.

He tells himself he doesn’t have time to deal with the terrible feeling clawing at his heart and takes to his duties as an escape.

If you sleep in another room, he realizes that this isn’t a minor disagreement and he’s suddenly very distressed.

His instinct is to use his future vision. 

To scour the timelines and see how the different versions of himself handle it and to replicate the one with the most desirable outcome.

However, he stops himself. He feels it isn’t fair to you. 

You have a right to be upset about things and he doesn’t want to manipulate the situation, and by extension, you.

Thus, he must find another way to cope.

He’s always a devoted butler, but it’s not his whole life. 

He takes time for himself throughout the day and in the evenings. Unless Diavolo needs him, nights are usually his to do with as he wants.

Now, however, his identity becomes Diavolo’s butler. 

He’s constantly asking for extra work and hovering more than usual around the young lord in hopes of being given a task. 

Diavolo finds it odd and asks about it, but he brushes it off. This isn’t anyone else’s business, least of all his employer’s.

Even though Barbatos won’t tell him, Diavolo can clearly tell his friend is off.

In hopes of giving him something to distract himself with, Diavolo requests hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies and Barbatos jumps on the opportunity. 

Baking has always been his escape as well as his happy place. Diavolo’s favorite isn’t easy to make, so he looked forward to the task.

And it worked. Keeping track of the ingredients, the steps, and the technique required was enough to occupy his mind.

But then it was time to wait for it to bake. 

He suddenly feels trapped in the suffocating silence of the kitchen.

His mind replays the argument on repeat as he falls down a rabbit hole of what ifs.

He loves you more than anything and the last thing he could ever want is for you to be mad at him.

No, the worst thing would to no longer be able to call you his.

Suddenly, he becomes aware of the sharp scent of burnt food.

He jumps up and runs to the oven. He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed the timer go off.

He pulls the blackened desert out, puts the cookie sheet on the stove top, and just stares at the burnt cookies.

His sight blurs and a soft sob escapes from the prison he’s created in his heart.

He wasn’t crying because he burnt the cookies, but because they were a visual representation of everything he’s been trying to suppress.

Once he collects himself, he knows he can’t continue like this. 

He doesn’t want to invade your space in case you’re still mad, but he needs a resolution.

He’ll send a quick text and silently begs you to respond. 

“MC, I understand if you are still upset with me, but would you be willing to talk though it? I look forward to hearing from you.”

If you still sleep with him that night, it is a great weight off of his shoulders. 

He hopes it means that it will be easier to make up with you and that you aren’t too mad.

When you wake up, he will be watching you like he has all night with a small, tired smile. 

He’ll put on your favorite tea as you get ready for the day then asks if you��d be willing to talk things over.

Because of how it affects both his job and himself, a fight with Barbados will not last long. He’ll seek a resolution by one, maybe two days tops.

Solomon: 

Lucifer may be the avatar of pride, but Solomon can certainly give the demon a run for his money.

In the moment of a particularly heated argument, he absolutely will not admit he’s wrong. 

In fact, he really doesn’t consider it a possibility.

There’s no point in trying to get him to see your side until things have calmed down. It’s like talking to a brick wall.

He won’t yell, but he gets a pissy, condescending tone and almost talks down to you.

If you really push his buttons, his patience with this “useless” argument runs out.

“Oh please, listen to yourself! You’re acting like a dull child!”

Freezes as soon as it leaves his mouth.

He didn’t mean to say that.

He opens his mouth to apologize immediately, but upon seeing your hurt reaction he becomes flustered and can’t get the words out.

He’ll simply turn and leave. 

He’s absolutely furious with himself. 

Solomon is old and wise. He’s seen many things, been many places, and he knows many things.

Sometimes though, he needs a reminder that he doesn’t know everything.

Even if he still feels he was right, he knows name-calling is unacceptable.

In fact, he doesn’t miss the irony that he was the one being childish. 

His self-fury is replaced by overwhelming worry if you sleep in another room that night.

Of all the treasures he’s come across, none were as precious as you. 

He can’t stand the thought of losing you because of his thoughtlessness.

For once, he feels like an idiot.

He locks himself in his study that night and brainstorms on how to make it up to you.

He decides to approach you in the morning at RAD. He’s terrified that you think he actually meant the insult and wants to clear the air as soon as possible.

He’s afraid of you taking anything less than his highest praise to heart or for you to think that he views you as below himself. 

The thought of how he must have made you feel makes him sick to his stomach.

The more he thinks about it, the more his body demands that he act. 

While he has many virtues, patience is not high on his list. 

Assuming you returned to The House of Lamentation that night, he’ll text Asmo to explain what happened and asks if he’d let him in first thing in the morning.

Thus, when you leave to head for breakfast, be careful not to trip over your sorcerer who’s seated against the wall outside of your room.

He scrambles to his feet, his hair and clothes a mess and bags heavy under his eyes.

“MC! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I just- *sighs* I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. Would you be willing to discuss the matter again? The right way this time.”

If you do sleep with him, he’s at least relieved that you don’t seem like you plan to leave him.

Once again, however, he wants to clear the air as soon as he can.

You’ll both be sitting in silence as you get ready for bed. He’s clearly lost in thought, his eyes focused unblinking on his feet and any movements slow and disjointed.

He's not sure how to apologize, if it's too soon, and is afraid to make things worse if it's not an appropriate time.

However, seeing you move about the room he decides to risk it so he doesn't risk losing you.

Suddenly, he stands up straight and locks eyes with you.

“MC, we don’t have to talk about the fight tonight, but I need you to know that I didn’t mean what I said. I’m sorry.”

It’s up to you if you want to forgive him immediately, but he will at least apologize for the insult as soon as he gathers his thoughts.

Simeon:

If you yell at him, Simeon is just gonna sit there stunned

Your relationship is usually as laid back as he is, so he doesn't know what to do with you blowing up at him.

All he knows it that this is bad and he needs to find a way to make you happy again. 

The thought of losing you takes precedence over everything and, though he will not sway to your side just because you’re upset, the argument loses any worth it had to him.

He’ll go to Solomon almost immediately in hopes your fellow human might know better about how arguments are resolved between human couples.

He becomes very distressed when Solomon says everyone handles it differently. He then asks what he should to make up with you specifically.

He doesn't have a defined emotion right now, he's just on edge. He wants to gather information first and foremost so he can figure out what to do from there.

He’s just a walking ball of anxiety and those close to the angel even become concerned. No one has seen him like this before.

If you decide to sleep in another room, the anxiety just takes over. 

His chest feels like fiery chains are crushing his ribs, he can hear his heart is hammering in his head, and his body begins to shake as if he were buried in an avalanche.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying as he struggles to breathe.

Solomon had expected something like this may happen so he made sure to be nearby to help coach him though it.

Once he’s calmed down, Solomon urges him to talk to you as soon as possible.

Simeon isn't sure though. True, he wasn't in a good place, but he didn't want to push you if you weren't ready to talk.

He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t feel like he can think let alone coherently tell you how he feels.

He begins to feel overwhelmed again and decides to try writing down his thoughts in hopes of it helping him sort through the tsunami of emotions consuming him.

While it doesn't completely calm him down, it does help.

He stares down at the messy, tear blotted papee and has an idea.

The next morning you should expect to find a hand-written letter slipped under you door.

The letter is long and and rambling. His usually pristine handwriting is as shaky as his hands were when writing it.

It's not as dense and heartbroken as his original one, but the further it goes the more desperate his words become.

He writes about how much you mean to him and apologizes for allowing things to get that intense. He writes that he loves you and doesn’t want to lose you. 

He reminisces about his favorite memories of you two together more than once.

Finally, that no disagreement you two could ever have is more importantly to him than being with you.

It's really just a collection of everything sitting on his heart at the moment.

That day at RAD he’ll watch you from the sidelines and pray you approach him about the letter so you two can work things out.

If you still sleep in his bed, he’ll be very conflicted about if he should approach you yet. 

He’s afraid of making it worse if you’re still mad.

However, Simeon is an open book when it comes to his emotions so you will absolutely be able to tell that he’s freaking out.

So please, save the man a terrible night and talk it though with him.

He wants you to not be angry anymore, but even if you’re still upset just having concrete information to cling to will help him immensely. 

He’s thinking of all the worst case scenarios and needs reassurance that the relationship isn’t over.

Simeon will try to make up within a day, so however long it lasts after that is up to you.

Luke (MC is his best friend):

Luke will be very, very distressed. 

You’re his best friend aside from Simeon. Friends don’t fight like this, right?

Wait, so if you’re fighting with him, does that mean you’re not his friend anymore???

As soon as the thought enters his mind, he decides that must be the case. 

Real friends don’t fight with each other like this.

Externally he takes a “I don’t need a lousy human like you for a friend anyway” attitude. 

He’s not just testy with you though, anyone who interacts with him that day learns that chihuahuas bite.

Simeon immediately realizes something isn’t right and is very concerned.

As soon as he asks him what’s wrong, Luke's mask of anger is discarded and he tosses himself in the older angel’s arms crying hysterically.

He doesn’t want to lose you for a friend.

I doubt Luke has ever truly argued with someone so this uncharted territory is earth shattering to him.

Simeon, as he tries to calm Luke, he will text you and ask you to come to wherever they are immediately.

Because of Simeon’s intervention, the fight will only go undiscussed for a few hours max.

Again, sorry if I don’t know these characters as well as I’d like yet. Thank you for reading! 

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