#[ updating some of my drafts here and replied to a few things so!! off to a good start!! ]
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Final Girl (part 4)
(the scenes in this is what inspired the series so ig technically could be read as a stand alone and still make sense but the previous chapters obviously add context lol) Part 4 to - Final Girl Series Masterlist (currently updated parts 1 - 9 and extras)
A/n fun fact there are two alternate versions of part 4 in my drafts, if anyone wants a bonus scene of Billy and Stu having a full conversation with Gloria, and/or a short scene of Y/n and Gloria getting ready together (which shows. a little bit more of their dynamic) it’s basically done and would only need a little bit of editing lol
also!! thinking about doing a lil billy & stu blurb night or sleepover thing,, any thoughts on that lol (prob saturday afternoon, when i’ll be tipsy 😭,, tipsy writing is fun)
my favorite thing about this chapter is how they’re all cute for 3 minutes and then get violently toxic 😭 duality ig??
Warning: i broke and put the first touch of smut into this 😭 everything before the switch in POV is pretty PG (very toxic vibes tho!!), so if you don’t want to read anything sexual just skip over the part at the end that’s in narrator’s POV!! (pls be nice, writing smut scares me, i’ve had very few sexual experiences and have enjoyed none of them lmao)
Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at the Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s.
Chapter Summary: Due to a family emergency, Y/n is left home alone for the first time since what happened to Casey. Luckily, her good friends Billy and Stu show up to surprise her just as she’s starting to feel paranoid.
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You’d think that someone that grew up with one parent would be used to being alone, but I have very few memories of total solitude. The few times my mom hasn’t been around, there’s always been someone.
Tonight, though, it’s just me. And I’m not alone in my childhood home--I’m alone in Wells’ house. My mom says that I don’t need to think too much about the fact that we moved into his family’s home, but sometimes I still feel like a stranger here. A guest.
Ugh, I shake the thought off with a roll of my shoulders. I’m freaking myself out for no reason, and I promised my mom I’d be fine.
She didn’t want to leave me, and I can’t blame her for her hesitance, but a family emergency is a family emergency.
I would have gone with her in a heartbeat, but I had the SAT this morning. My mom offered to have Wells stay behind, but honestly, the thought of being alone with her boyfriend for days made me more uncomfortable than the thought of being alone. At least it did at the time. But now that it’s dark out, I’m starting to think it might have been a bad idea to send away the trained police officer.
I could always call Sidney or Tatum. My mom said I could have people over, or maybe even sleepover at someone’s house. She actually wanted me to stay with a friend, but after my last sleepover, the thought of spending the night at someone’s house turns my stomach.
Now I’m alone, and it’s almost 9:00, and I’m really upset that most of my comfort movies are horror. The last thing I need is to make myself more para--
The sound of the home phone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts. It could be my mom, but we had just talked. She called me right before I got into the shower to give me an update. I guess it wouldn’t be that weird for her to call me again. She’s nervous about leaving me alone.
“Hi?”
There are no words, just soft breathing. “Hey, squirt.”
Nerves and embarrassing excitement roll in my stomach. I’m so shocked I almost forget that I’m on the phone and I need to reply. “H-hi, dad.” I sit up a little straighter. “It’s you, you’re calling.”
“Yep,” he breathes, popping the ‘p’ and breezing past my awkwardness, “Just checking in. I just heard what happened. Your mom called, but I’m in Europe on business, and because of the timezone difference it went to voicemail. My secretary somehow missed it. I am so sorry I didn’t call sooner, are you okay?”
My lips part, a strange amount of emotions twisting in my stomach, “I uh--I’m doing better. I wasn’t the one that was really hurt.” The thought of Casey strikes me in the chest. I cross my legs beneath me. “I-um--I missed some school because I had a concussion. A friend of mine had to convince me to go to the doctor, actually.”
He laughs lightly, “That sounds like you.” After a second, he continues, “You still want to do the whole Princeton thing?”
“Yeah, I-I’d like to. I’m trying to. Even took the SAT for the first time today.”
I can hear him shuffling. “Wow, squirt, the S-A-T,” he hums each letter, “You and Charlotte are really growing up.”
When I was at that age where kids are obsessed with princesses, I used to imagine that Charlotte was my evil step sister. She was the perfect girl in front of our parents, but there was something about the way she treated me that I couldn’t support. Her and her mother, Alice, always made it clear that my mother and I weren’t the real members of the family.
My mom was more open about my step sister than I was, and I can imagine how hard that was. She waited around for my dad for years, and he didn’t get his life together until grandfather told him to. She stood by him through addiction and through scandal, but once grandfather said dad had to grow up, he listened. He went to Princeton for undergrad and Yale for his masters and he married the woman Grandfather set him up with.
My dad’s only defense is that my mom sent him away. What he never seems to mention is that my mom’s breaking point was him leaving me alone at some dealer’s house when I was a baby.
“Charlotte,” I repeat, trying to hide the way the name stings, “How is she?”
“Oh, she’s good, she just heard back from Princeton because of their rolling admission policy, she’s in.”
Oh. Charlotte is one year older than me, so I knew that it was possible that I’d have to hear about her getting into dream schools soon. What I didn’t expect was to hear that she got into Princeton, and I didn’t expect it now. “That’s really great, dad.”
“Yeah, she’ll get the lay of the land, and once you’re in, she’ll be able to show you around.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, “That’d be nice.”
Another voice steals my dad’s attention. Likely his secretary. “Hey, squirt, I gotta go. Meeting.”
“Oh, y-yeah, dad. Talk to you later.”
“Yes, I’ll make sure to call soon.” He pauses before tacking on, “Oh, I sent you a get well soon present this morning. It might take a few days, but I hope you like it.”
My nails dig into the palm of my hand, “Oh, thanks, dad. Bye.”
With that the line goes flat. I place the phone back on my bedside table before grabbing a pillow that’s by my side. Settling the pillow onto my lap, I drop my face into it. “Ugh.” The groan is strangled and dramatic, but I don’t care.
I cannot wait to call my mom and tell her about how little miss perfect Charlotte is going to Princeton. Princeton is mine, it’s been mine my entire life. There’s a freaking poster of it in my room.
“You’re in a good mood.”
The words make me jump out of my skin. In a second, i’m on my feet, my hands reaching for the first thing I can find. It happens to be my bedside lamp. I blink, eyes wide as my head snaps towards my window. There’s a large figure sitting on the window sill.
“Billy! Stu!” Adrenaline is still running through me. “I could--I could have hurt you guys!”
Billy leans against my window’s frame comfortably, lips turning upwards. “With your fuzzy lamp?”
“Do not make fun of me.”
“He’s not,” Stu says, “You’re super threatening. I’m shaking so much I might fall off this ledge.”
I roll my eyes, shifting awkwardly. It’s not like Stu and I haven’t talked since my little blow up in the hallway, but things haven’t been the same. I don’t know if he’s waiting for something from me or if most of it is in my head because I feel a little bad. I never thought I’d miss Stu regularly jokingly hitting on me, but I think I’m starting to.
“Haha,” I mumble after a second too long of silence. Because I need an excuse to not look at them, I turn to set my lamp back down. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”
Billy shrugs, twisting to place his feet on the floor of my room. “Stu talked me into renting The Craft.” He stands, giving Stu the space he needs to also come into my room. “It made us think of you.”
“You two watched The Craft?”
“We got halfway through,” Stu admits, reaching into the black backpack he came in with, “Not my best pick.” He walks into my room casually, like climbing in through my second floor window is a regular Saturday night occurrence. “Seems like the kind of thing you’d like, though. Brought it in case you wanted something to do later.”
He tosses the tape casually onto my bed. I stare at it for a long second, hating the fact that he knows me so well. I remember seeing trailers for The Craft and wanting to watch it. Some joke about how he’s implying that he thinks I have bad taste tries to come out, but I can’t seem to form the words.
I don’t know if it’s the casual gesture or the fact that they showed up when I didn’t want to be alone, but an emotion I don’t really get threatens to overwhelm me. Maybe this reaction is the result of the phone call with my dad.
Stu must notice my stillness because he asks, “You okay?”
I take large steps, moving around my bed in order to reach him. My hug must surprise him, but Stu doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Tuesday,” I mumble, “I was moody and defensive and things have felt kinda weird since then and I just want things to be normal again.” This might be a total mistake, it feels like revealing an open wound. “You’re like one of my best friends.”
He squeezes me tighter, “One of?”
Tilting my head up to look at him, I reply, “Don’t get greedy.”
“Fine,” Stu mumbles after a second of pretend contemplation.
I should pull away now, but there’s something comforting about the position we’re in. Stu’s hugs are underrated, but his ego is big enough without me telling him that. “Do you have anything you want to say to me?”
“Mm...” He hums for a long second. “Nope, not really.” Well, getting along with him was nice while it lasted. I pull away sharply, shoving his chest when he reaches out to me. “I’m kidding,” Stu laughs, “Kidding.” I glare, trying to escape his hold. “I’m sorry, angel. I should have known that you were moody because of your head.”
The nickname takes me by surprise. I remember it from my hazy night at the hospital. I didn’t think twice of it then. Should I think about it now? It’s not particularly weirder than any other of the other nicknames Stu’s always calling me, and they’re all the same level of flirty except maybe bug, which is only really used when he wants his way.
“My head’s hurting a lot less.” I straighten slightly, arms dropping casually as I take a step back. Stu lets me. “I even took the SAT this morning. Totally not ideal with a concussion by the way, if my scores come back and they’re bad I’m so blaming the killer.”
“I remember your reaction at the doctor’s office.”
I turn towards Billy, who’s casually sitting on my bed like he lives here. “Yeah, not my best moment.” I scratch the back of my arm. “Thank you for making me go to the doctor, by the way. The first thing my mom said when I got home was that you must be some kind of saint to have put up with me like that. She’s always telling me that I’m a total monster when I’m sick in any capacity.”
Billy almost smiles, “So your mom likes me now?”
“You’re making progress.” Basically a lie. My mom won’t like any boys I’m friends with until I’m a college graduate. It’s shocking enough that she tolerates them.
“Really?”
I shrug, slightly unsure. Stu moves to sit across from me. “You can tell your mom I’m willing to do whatever to get in her good graces.”
Cringing, I grab a pillow from behind me and throw it at Stu. He barely manages to block it with his forearm. “She’s my mom!”
“And she’s a total babe.”
“You’re getting kicked out.”
Stu holds his hands up in defense, “Don’t worry, you’re still my girl.”
I roll my eyes, pulling my legs beneath me. “Mhm, I’ll mention that to Tatum next time she calls.”
Stu props the backpack up against the side of my bed. The way he dramatically falls across my bed is almost enough to get me to break character. He places a hand on his chest like he’s wounded. “Don’t turn this into something ugly. You know I love you both, just in different ways.”
“I’m glad you two felt the need to sneak in through my window to tell me that.” The comment makes me think about something that they practically made me forget about. “Why did you guys come here through the window anyway?”
“We missed you,” Billy answers with no hesitation. His tone is just a little too sweet to be genuine. When I give him a look, he tilts his head before actually answering the question, “We wanted to check in. It had been a few days, and you didn’t come back to school. You stopped answering calls. Sid told me the last two times she called you, your mom picked up and said you weren’t up for conversation.”
Normally, the thought of people looking out for me makes me nervous. Especially when it’s a guy. I know that past friendships and family issues aren’t the kinds of things I should push onto them. They’ve been good friends. Maybe it’s okay to let people in a little more than I have in the past. Besides, they’re just worried about their high strung friend that was attacked by a murderer and then had a melt down at school, it’s not like they’re crazy for being concerned.
“That’s nice of you guys. I’m doing better, I’ve just been...kinda disconnected lately. And honestly, I’ve been spending a lot more time doing makeup work than I’d like to admit.” My posture relaxes slightly. “You don’t need to worry.”
“There’s also a killer on the loose, and you don’t lock your window.”
Billy has a tiny bit of a point. In scary movies, I always get frustrated when characters are dumb. It’s the small, careless things that distinguish those that die and those that make it to the sequel. “My room’s on the second floor, I thought that’d count for something.”
“Not when the world’s easiest to climb tree is in your backyard,” Stu adds, “I thought you’d think twice about things like that.” He turns his head so that he’s staring straight up at the ceiling. “You’re always reading mystery books and the only thing you care about in movies is that there’s a final girl.”
Great, now Stu’s right, too. “That’s not the only thing I care about.” He’s quiet, watching me with a strange level of focus. He’s weirdly calm...almost dazed. I blink, gaze shifting to watch Billy from the corner of my eye. He’s also seems a little weird. “Are you guys drunk or something?”
Stu lets out a mock gasp. “Wow. You think that little of us?”
My eyes narrow, focusing on the backpack I so quickly dismissed earlier. “I think that if I opened that bag I’d find beer.”
With a wounded sigh, Stu sits up. He grabs his backpack, unzipping it casually. He reaches into it before pulling out a tall bottle. The liquid inside of it is as clear as the glass containing it. “Not exactly.” Stu unscrews the lid, taking an easy sip. He doesn’t wince as the liquid goes down his throat. “Here.” Billy shifts, reaching forward to take the bottle. “Ah--c’mon, Billy boy, let her have some. We’re being rude.”
“It’s okay,” I interrupt quickly, “I’m good.”
Stu frowns, extending his arm a little more. “Come on, angel, just a tiny sip. Less than a shot.” I don’t move, but my attention does shift to the bottle that’s hanging just a little too loosely from his fingers. “I won’t even tell on you to your mom.”
I roll my eyes at what he’s so clearly implying. “I think she’d be more focused on the fact that you chose to come in through the window.” Scratching the back of my wrist, I admit, “Plus, she’s not downstairs, so you can’t tattle on me anyways.” I watch him take in the words, a part of me regretting bringing that up. “Why’d you guys come in this way anyways? I would’ve come to the door.”
“You’ve been ignoring everyone’s calls.” Stu props his head up on his elbow.
I look at him and then at Billy. “So this is an ambush.”
Billy drops one of his bent legs just enough to bump his knee into mine. “A wellness check in.”
Tamping down a grin, I roll my eyes. “Right. Silly of me not to realize.”
“If your mom’s not here, where is she?”
Stu’s blatant nosiness should have been expected. “Why? You actually here for her?”
“Jealous?”
Pressing my back into a pillow, I fake gag.”She’s my mom, Stu.”
He rolls his eyes at my theatrics before laying back down. I know that they must have noticed the way I ignored the question, but telling them that my mom’s not home and that she’s not going to be home for days feels a little like tempting fate now that I know they’re at least tipsy.
Billy lazily reaches for the bottle again. Stu lets him take it this time.
“She’s in Texas, anyways.” Please tell me my voice sounds casual and not at all nervous. “That must be so sad for you.”
I’m waiting for some kind of joke about blue balls or being heartbroken. Instead, Stu props his head up again. “So she’s not here not here?”
The distinction sends nerves straight to my stomach and I’m not sure why. My confusion is more uncomfortable than what I’m feeling. “Yeah,” I mumble, sitting up a little straighter, “Family emergency thing. My godmother is like super pregnant with twins and just got put on bed rest. Her husband’s out of town for work this weekend, so my mom flew there to take care of her.”
Billy’s head turns in my direction, “So it’s just you and good old step dad.”
His lips turn upwards at my glare. “No, Wells is with her.” I shift uncomfortably at the thought of being alone with Wells with no buffer for that long. “I would’ve gone with them, but I already had the SAT scheduled and their flight was early.”
Stu breaks the unexpected silence, “So they left you alone with a killer on the loose?”
Shrugging, I drop my gaze to the floral pattern of my bedsheets. “It’s not like that. My godmother’s miscarried before, she’s freaked out.” My pointer finger traces the dainty pink petals sewn into the fabric. “And I just calmed myself down, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring that stuff up.”
“Relax, angel,” Stu mumbles absentmindedly, “You can stay at my place if you want. My parents aren’t home either, so it’s just me and Billy tonight.” `
Yeah, I’ve done a lot of pathetic things recently, and I don’t need to add crashing Billy and Stu’s sleepover to the list. Plus I don’t think I need to know what goes on at boys sleepovers. Living with a grown man for the first time was enough of a culture shock. “I appreciate the offer, but last time I stayed over at someone’s house kind of...”
“We could stay here.” Stu’s offer comes out so casual, so without a second thought, I nearly get whiplash. I stare at him, waiting for him to grin or do anything that indicates that he’s joking. He does neither, instead he just looks at Billy like he’s asking him if they’re staying here. Not me.
Billy tilts the bottle in my direction, silently offering it to me. “We could hang out, make sure you fall asleep okay.” He relaxes enough to let his free hand fall. His fingertips ghost my forearm. “Pretend all you want, but I know that staying by yourself has to be bothering you a little.”
Ugh. I hate when he’s right. Maybe a drink isn’t the worst idea right now. It might give me the confidence I need to seem okay with being home alone. I take the bottle, cautiously bringing it up to my lips with the intention of only taking a sip. The bottle tilts upwards with no warning. The unexpected amount of extra alcohol leaves me nearly sputtering. I’m forced to down two large mouthfuls to avoid spilling it all over my bed.
When I finally get the bottle away from me, the sound of laughter and the rush of straight vodka leave me flushed. “Stu!” I’m trying to yell at him, but his name is barely sputtered out between coughs.
“What? This isn’t even 40 proof.”
Billy glares in Stu’s direction before he sits up a little more. I let him tilt my chin up softly. His touch is feather light as he wipes excess liquid up my chin and across my bottom lip. The motion is slow, the nail of his thumb pressing into the edge of my lip, pulling it just enough for me to notice. He’s looking at me with such deliberation my stomach drops.
Wow, I really cannot handle my alcohol. I pull away, hand gripping the side of my bed as cautiously as possible. “You suck, you know how I get when I drink.”
I’ve only been drunk in front of them once. The entire group was together and after my first beer, I spent the rest of the night holding Tatum’s hand and whining whenever Stu tried to steal her away. He was starting to actually get annoyed with me, but I ended up getting super nauseous before he could actually get mad. The next day, he teased me to no end about being an extremely touchy lightweight.
“You weren’t that bad,” Stu lies, hand casually reaching forward to catch my ankle. “Just touchy. Thought you and Tay were getting ready to put on a show.”
“Shut up.”
He yanks my foot towards him, placing my calf on his lap. “Make me.”
I roll my eyes, nerves that I don’t understand rising up my chest at the silence that follows. I could laugh, but he doesn’t need that kind of encouragement, so instead I kick the foot he pulled towards him. The movement is light, more of an attempt to shake him off than anything else. Stu doesn’t take it that way. His hand moves up past my calf, fingers harshly pressing into my skin.
I’m reminded of that night in the hospital. The way Stu gripped my thigh. Small bruises that I thought about more than I’d ever admit lingered there for days. He was joking then, and he’s joking now, but his touch feels different. More (or maybe less?) restrained. There’s also something about the way he’s looking at me.
My head turns in Billy’s direction. “Think I could take him?”
Billy looks at Stu and then at me. “You’d kick his ass.”
I grin openly, glad for the break from tension. Stu’s hold on my leg loosens. He’s no longer gripping onto me, but his touch is persistent as he draws patterns against my skin. The change doesn’t exactly ease me, but I’m worried trying to pull away will make things worse. Something tells me he won’t take it seriously, he’ll think I’m challenging him as a joke or something.
“You wanna kick my ass?” Stu drags his fingers up my leg, stopping at my knee before slowly moving back down.
I shrug, “Not sure yet.”
Stu rolls his eyes before extending the hand holding the bottle. “Decide after another sip.” When I dramatically glare at him, Stu smiles slightly. “I promise not to do anything this time. I’m still not convinced, and it doesn’t entirely have to do with Stu. I’m not sure I want to drink anymore, I’m already finding it hard to focus. “Tell her, Billy.”
“I can’t help that she’s not an idiot.”
Billy’s response isn’t even that funny, but I laugh freely anyways. Stu pouts at my reaction, pulling the bottle back towards him. “Fine, don’t trust me.”
I’ve dealt with Stu’s coldness for days and he’s just starting to act normal again. The last thing I want is for there to be another fight, even if it’s just a petty one. With a roll of my eyes, I lean forward and grab the bottle. “Don’t be so dramatic,” I bring the bottle to my lips and take a quick drink. The liquid burns as it goes down. “See, I trust you.”
Stu doesn’t relax. He just stares at me. Are his eyes darker than they were earlier or is the alcohol starting to get to me? I need an excuse to break eye contact. I raise the bottle again, taking another sip.
Billy’s touch on my back is easing, which is nice because the buzz is starting to kick in a lot stronger than I expected it to. There’s no way Stu was telling the truth when he said that the vodka’s less than 40 proof. “Have you had anything to eat?” He’s moving his hand in circles like he did when he found me in the bathroom. It’s more soothing than it should be. “Last time you didn’t you got sick.”
His words are so calm I find myself giggling. “That’s very motherly of you.” Billy throws me a slightly irritated look. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, it’s nice.” My head tilts forward, the motion more drastic than I intended it to be. Billy places a hand on my cheek, stabilizing me. “I um--I ate. Ordered Pizza earlier. There’s still some in the kitchen if you guys are hungry. Or I could--could get you something to drink. My mom would be mad if she knew you guys were here, but she’d kill me if she knew I had people over and didn’t offer then anything to eat.”
Billy tilts his head downwards, a strand of hair falling forward. The urge to push it back into place leaves my fingers itching. “Does that mean you’re letting us stay?”
What does that mean? They’ve been staying. It takes me a second to realize that he’s asking me if they’re staying the night. “It’s--”
“Come on,” his voice is soft, his breath warm against my jaw, “We just want to help.”
My thoughts are mush, and I’m not sure that’s just because of the alcohol. I lean back in hopes of creating some distance. “You guys can hang out,” I mumble, “But I don’t think you should stay too late. I’m kind of spacey and a little tipsy and tired. Think it’d be good for me to stay by myself tonight.” The answer feels awkward, maybe even a little risky. My eyes focus on the Princeton banner in the corner of the room. His silence is beginning to crawl under my skin. “Billy?”
When I finally find the courage to look at him again, there’s something eerie about the blankness in his expression. His hand drops from my face. “It is getting late.” He glances at Stu, nodding his head once in the direction of the window. “Wouldn’t want to overstay our welcome.”
I settle the bottle in my lap before wiping at my face with both hands. I should have known better. He takes things like that more personally than one would expect. Memories of the time Billy asked me if I wanted to study for our History test together after school leave me frozen in place. I had already promised to help Randy study for a math test. Billy was cold towards me for a week.
“Billy.” He doesn’t look back at me. I scoot to the edge of my bed, placing the bottle on my nightstand. “Stu.” Stu glances at me, but says nothing. “Don’t go.” I can’t look at them. My nails dig into my bedsheets. “Come on, I-I need you guys.”
God, I’m never drinking again. The admission is so embarrassing I can feel blood rush to my face. I don’t look up until fingers press in to the skin beneath my chin. My head is tilted upwards before I can make any kind of decision.
“Need us?” Billy’s voice is low and unbearably patient.
I blink up at him, unsure on how to proceed. I learned early on in our friendship that it takes little to trigger some kind of power trip in them, and that that tends to lead to meanness. But every part of that’s lost to the buzzed feeling of the alcohol doesn’t care. I nod slowly.
I’d consider the slight uptilt of the corner of his mouth a smile if it wasn’t for the strange look behind his eye. He’s so hard to read sometimes and that just makes me resent the fact that I’ve always been an open book. He knew about my concussion before I did. “A little bit of alcohol is all it takes with you, huh?”
His tone is so patronizing I’d pull away if I was any less fuzzy. “More than a little.”
Billy lets out a partially amused breath. “To you.”
“Remember how you got after two beers?” Stu sits next to me, so close our knees touch.
I shift back, forcing my eyes to stay on my lap. “That’s why I didn’t want to drink a lot, but some asshole tilted the bottle with no warning.”
“Mean of them,” Stu agrees, shockingly amicable as he takes my hand from my lap. I watch as he messes with my fingers, curling and uncurling them like a child would with a toy. “Let us stay, bug. We’ll have fun, watch movies, I’ll go downstairs for you if you get thirsty in the middle of the night.”
The specificness of that last part leaves me confused. I tilt my head in his direction, but Stu pays no mind to it. Billy half huffs, “I’d get you the water, Stu’s too selfish when he’s tired.”
“Fuck you,” Stu protests, squeezing my hand once, “Maybe I’d do for it Y/n. Maybe I like her more than I like you.”
Billy barely justifies that response with a look in Stu’s direction. He then turns towards me, eyes softening slightly as he shakes his head once. Despite myself, I smile fondly. “It’s not that I don’t want you guys to stay, it’s that I don’t know if it’s okay.”
Of course Stu’s the one to ask, “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”
Even in my state, I know he knows exactly what I’m implying. He’s fighting a grin, enjoying the prospect of me having to say it a little too much. For once, I can’t use my mom as an excuse. There’s literally zero possibility of her finding out, she won’t be in the same state as us until Tuesday. The only way she’d find out is if I tell her and if I admit that I’m scared of letting it slip out, the mommy’s girl jokes will never end.
“You know why,” I begin, watching Stu trace the line of my palms. “Don’t think Sid and Tatum would love the idea of their boyfriends...” He’s really going to make me say it. I resist the urge to pull my hand back into my lap and curl into myself. “...Having sleepovers with me.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before Stu laughs. “You and Tay get up to a lot at your sleepovers?”
The alcohol’s really getting to me because it takes me a second to understand the joke. My delayed eye roll is definitely noticed. “That’s not--it’s--” I pull my hand away, crossing my arms over my chest. “You know what I mean. It’s different.”
“Why’s it so different?”
That’s the kind of question I expect from Stu, but from Billy, it’s not as easy to dismiss with an eye roll and halfhearted shove. “It’d-it’d seem weird,” I whisper, “Tate and Sid--”
“Would be happy that we’re keeping you safe. They love you.” Billy places a hand on my shoulder, his thumb brushing against the strap of my tank top. I was too distracted before to think about what I’m wearing, but now I can’t help noticing that this is the skimpiest I’ve ever worn in front of them.
It’s not like I’m naked--but my old, elastic pajama shorts are the kind of thing I can’t wear around Wells. My tank top isn’t scandalous, but I’m too aware of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra. I also don’t love being seen in clothes like this. Two different types of insecurity strike at the same time.
“Sid would kill me if I let anything happen to you,” Billy continues, his thumb moving up and down my skin. “C’mon.”
This was always a losing fight. It’s kind of hard to put your foot down when it comes to something that you don’t really want. I know that my points are valid, or at least, I think they’re valid.
Maybe I am being a little dramatic. It’s not like we’re doing anything bad. Even if they didn’t have girlfriends, I really doubt either of them would see me like that. And is it so bad that I don’t want to be completely alone in this house? We’re friends, friends have sleepovers. Plus it is nighttime and they’ve been drinking, sending them to walk home could lead to something happening to them.
“Okay,” I give in, “But best behavior. My mom will kill me if she thinks you guys stayed over.”
“Aw,” Stu says, moving to rest his head on my shoulder, “Willing to keep a secret from your mom for us.”
Instead of shaking Stu off, I rest my head against his. “Guess I like you guys.”
“You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”
I frown, “I’m not sleepy.”
“Then let’s go watch a movie.” I pout when Stu moves away, “Come on, I brought options.”
Moving to sit closer to the edge of the bed, I wipe my eyes with the back of my palm tiredly. Stu brought more movies? For a spontaneous, tipsy visit, Stu seems remarkably prepared. He grabs the bottle off of my nightstand. The implications of that makes me sigh loudly.
Billy reaches forward, grabbing my hand. “It’s easier to go along with it.” I let him help me to my feet. When I sway, Billy’s hand is quick to find my hip. “I’ll help you down the stairs.”
I don’t protest. It’s probably for the best, anyways. Tipsy me isn’t exactly known for her coordination.
True to his word, Billy’s hand stays on my hip as as we walk to the living room. Once we’re down the stairs, Billy’s hold on me doesn’t loosen. Stu’s already messing with the VCR by the time I’m sitting on the couch. I consider offering him some help, but decide against it. I’m comfortable, and probably too out of it to be useful.
Watching a movie feels like a good thing. Knowing them, it’s probably something scary, and they take their horror movies seriously. It’ll consume their attention, which means I’ll be able to recover from the alcohol in peace.
Stu must figure out the VCR because he stands up and walks towards us. He sits down next to me, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. “What’d you put on?”
"The Shining.”
“Finished the book recently.”
“Hm,” Stu hums in acknowledgement, already turning his full attention to the movie.
The movie playing lets me relax. There’s no need to worry about doing anything stupid or embarrassing because the two of them are going to be immersed in what’s on the screen.
Only a few minutes into the movie, Stu takes a sip from the bottle of alcohol. I almost forgot he brought that down with him. He then offers it to me without looking away from the TV. My hand wraps around the neck of the bottle. After a few sips, Billy takes it from me. He ignores the way I look at him, opting to drink even less than Stu did before setting the bottle down on the coffee table.
I’ve watched The Shining before, and I’ve been meaning to rewatch it since finishing the book, but focusing isn’t coming easily to me right now. At least I know enough about to plot to not be confused as my thoughts tune in and out.
My head ends up on Billy’s shoulder. I don’t remember making the conscious choice to do so, but I’m comfortable and Billy doesn’t shake me off, he just brushes his knuckles up and down my leg absentmindedly.
The longer the movie continues, the harder I find it to understand what’s going on. Maybe it’s because I’m tired, maybe it’s because the bottle somehow keeps making its way back to me.
I blink hard, trying to figure out what point of the movie we’re at. We’re not near the end, Jack Torrence hasn’t fully snapped yet, but his writer’s block is getting bad. A confident touch to my left knee snaps me out of my analysis. My head turns against Billy’s shoulder. Stu’s eyes are still trained on the movie, but his hand is on my leg, and not in a casual, mindless way, either.
He squeezes my knee as the little boy rides his tricycle past room 237. “Stu.” His fingertips trail up my inner thigh slowly, lingering where my shorts end. I shift, unintentionally pressing myself more into Billy. Stu presses his hand down in order to keep my leg in place. “Stu.” What’s meant to be a scolding comes out too sleepy and slurred. It practically sounds like a whine. “’M serious.”
Stu’s nails drag up my skin. My breath catches in my throat oddly, a tiny sound slipping out. “Serious about what?” My lips part, but no words are ready to come out. “You’re okay,” he whispers, “Just watch the movie, angel.” I’m too buzzed to do anything but nod. “Want more to drink?”
“She’s done,” Billy squeezes my forearm, “Anymore and she’ll get sick.”
The thought of drinking anymore does twist my stomach. Sometimes the way Billy reads people is a tiny bit eerie. I nod against his arm, squeezing his hand. Stu shrugs, turning back to the movie without moving his hand from my thigh.
By the time the movie’s ending, the fact that I’m aware of anything is a miracle. I only fell asleep once and woke up to the feeling of Stu squeezing my thigh. The fact that my initial reaction wasn’t to try to get him to knock it off, but to pretend to still be asleep scared me so much I didn’t let myself relax for the rest of the movie.
"She asleep?” Stu’s voice is barely louder than the sound of still rolling credits.
I shift against Billy in a sad attempt to sit up fully with no support. “Still awake,” my voice is too drowsy, I try a little harder to sit up before wiping my eyes. “’M up.”
Billy keeps a hand on my arm in an attempt to help stabilize me. “Clearly.” I try throwing a sarcastic look in his direction, but it feels kind of pathetic. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Stu grabs my hand, pulling on my arm before I can respond. They help me stand and stay up. They’re attentive as we move up the stairs, pausing and holding me a little tighter each time I threaten to sway or stumble. I’m barely there by the time we get to my room.
The second I see my bed, I abandon them both in favor of finding my mattress. I stumble, pulling back my sheets before laying down. Billy sits down on the other side of the bed. I roll onto my stomach in order to reach for him. My hand falls short, but Billy moves to compensate for my lethargy.
I can barely lift my head off of the mattress, “Hi.”
His hand is on my back, moving in small circles. “Hi,” he echoes. I smile at nothing in particular as I try to keep my eyes open. “You need sleep.”
With a laugh, I turn onto my back. Billy moves his hand away, looking at me sternly as I continue to giggle. “Astute observation.” I lazily try to wipe the sleep from my eyes. “Weird word, huh?” Using the last of my energy to sit up, I laugh again. The sound gets cut short by a yawn. “Never really thought about it before the SAT.”
“Uh-huh,” Stu starts, placing a hand on my shoulder, “You spent who knows how long with your nose in an SAT prep book, we get it. Now go to sleep.”
My head lulls to the side, mainly subconscious protest must be visible on my face because Stu pushes against my shoulder and that’s all it takes for my back to fall flat against my bed. My eyes go wide in surprise. I shift like I want to sit up, but then decide to just roll onto my side. “That wasn’t nice.”
He sits next to me, “I’ll make it up to you in the morning.” My eyes are now shut but I can hear his movements. The feel of a hand brushing against my side should alarm me more. I open my eyes just enough to see Stu lying next to me. “Promise.”
I hum vaguely in agreement, nodding my head more into my sheets than anything else. I’m so close to sleep I barely register the feeling of Billy’s hand against my back, moving in the same circular motions as before.
The last thing I register before falling fully asleep is the light getting turned off and long fingers brushing against my neck. I’m in a state that’s more dream than reality when something oddly sharp--but not painful--quickly brushes against my neck. Before I can think about it, I’m pulled under.
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Narrator’s POV
Stu can’t help it. He’s been trying to keep it together all night, trying to pace himself and hold onto the way he’s supposed to act, but it’s been getting increasingly harder around you. Especially tonight.
The urge to break character, in a sense, isn’t his fault. Not really. How is he supposed to focus and play best friend’s boyfriend when you’re everywhere? The postures and pictures on your wall, the overflowing, well loved bookshelf in the corner, and your sheets. The dainty floral pattern, the softness of the cotton, and the way that they smell so much like you. He can’t stop imagining what it’d feel like to press your face into them as you took him from behind.
He thought being in your room would be easy. It’s not like he’s never checked it out before, but only while you weren’t home. But being here with you? A drunk, touchy, needy you? Almost impossible. He’s been trying to hide how hard he is all night.
But now you’re asleep, and the alcohol he kept getting you to drink is guaranteed to keep you that way until late morning. His hands have been all over you since he first realized that your breathing evened out. He moves one hand to palm himself over his pants. His free hand trails down your side, squeezing your hip.
“Go to sleep.” Billy’s voice isn’t tired, just a little flat, and maybe a tiny bit annoyed.
Stu recognizes the lack of demand in Billy’s tone and decides that his words are more of a ‘knock it off’ than a serious ‘stop’. “Like you’re not hard.” Stu’s fingers brush against the hem of your shorts. “Y/n said she needed us and then spent two and a half hours basically laying on top of you.” Stu slips his hand beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, knowing that with a few more words he could finally get some release. “Remember yesterday?” Stu groans, his hand moving down his length. “You came to the thought of that.”
Billy stays still, ignoring a feeling he’s been in control of since early in the night. “It’s too soon.” He glances at you, so tired and so needy. “We push anymore tonight and we won’t be able to blame it on drinking.” Your breath flutters slightly, your chest expanding a bit more than usual. “If she thinks anything’s up she won’t talk to us anymore. She’s still too close to Sidney and Tatum.”
“Relax,” Stu sighs, his hand moving a little bit faster, “Sh-she drank enough to keep her knocked out until tomorrow. Fuck.” Stu turns his head at the sound of Billy moving. He frowns dramatically when he realizes that the movement was just Billy brushing his knuckles over your cheek in order to sooth you and make sure you’re still sleeping comfortably. “You’re babying her, we should just talk her into it already.” Stu likes the thought of that more than he can put into words. The three of you, like it should be. “Should’ve felt her when my hand was on her thigh. She--fuck--she was shaking, pretending to be asleep.”
Billy lets out a breath, reaching over for Stu lazily. You don’t even shift at the motion. “You think I’m babying her, but she’s the one that has you wrapped around her finger.”
Stu parts his lips to protest, but Billy pushes his hand beneath the waistband of Stu’s pants before he can get the words out. “Shit,” Stu’s breath hitches, “Fuck you, Y/n lets me do whatever I wan-want.” Billy moves his hand at a pace that’s agonizing. “She wouldn’t stop me if I-”
Stu cuts himself off with a groan. Billy finishes the sentence for him, “If you spread her legs apart, pulled those tiny shorts to the side, and ate her out until she’s crying.” With each word, Billy picks up his pace, indifferent to Stu’s whines. “You want to do that?”
“Yes,” Stu doesn’t hesitate, “Fuck, yes.”
“She’d squirm under you like before.” God, Stu’s practically seeing stars. “She’d let us fuck her like a whore.”
Stu bites his tongue to suppress a whine, his fingertips digging into your hip. “Shit, I’m close.”
Billy moves his hand up, pulling it away from Stu slowly. He ignores Stu’s whine. “Go to sleep.”
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Needed Comfort - Emily Prentiss
So, this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a few months not even a few I think its been in drafts since last year, that I just decided fuck it, it's good enough ig, so enjoy ig :)
Originally was supposed to just be fluff, but its me so ofc I had to have some smut in there ;)
Emily get back home from a case, injured and also needing comfort.
CW: 18+ NSFW, Fingering (Emily recieving), but other then that its fluffy!
You had been missing Emily for a few days now, although the older woman had been updating you about the day, you checking in on her and she checking in on you.
It had been quiet today, you both sent each other 'good morning' texts and then that was it. Today was your day off of work, and also university. So it was a boring day, you went out to get a few things to fill up the cupboards and fridge, especially some more coffee. Knowing that both you and Emily consume coffee quite quickly since you live together.
And then the rest of the day was spent lounging around with yours and Emily's adopted cat, son, Sergio. Laying on the sofa and watching a tv show.
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It got pretty late and you had no clue you dozed off, checking your phone as soon as you woke up hoping Emily had text that she was coming home. But nothing. Which started to worry you.
Then all of a sudden you heard the front door of the apartment unlock. And that revealed your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss. Sergio jumped down from the sofa and ran towards her. You followed behind.
You heard Emily groan as she leaned down, which indicated she was most likely hurt during the case, which always made you worry of course because what she does is dangerous. "Hi Serg" she greets the black cat and pats him. He meows back happily and then runs off into the kitchen.
"Hi baby" Emily greets you as she stands back up. You were right, she was injured. There was a bandage on her arm and she had a slight black eye. "Oh Em, what happened?" You asked, worrying.
Emily chuckles slightly, as your hand rested on her cheek. She placed her hand on top of yours. "I don't want to talk about it right now" she sighs. You weren't going to push the brunette. Talking about some cases was very difficult for her and the team. Wanting to just forget them...but in the end never doing so.
"Of course love. Is there anything I can do?" You asked. Already knowing the answer when Emily pulled you into a hug. You placed a kiss on her cheek and hugged her back just as much. Standing and holding each other for a good minute. Before you pulled away.
"I'll run you a bath and while you're relaxing I'll make us something to eat" you say softly.
"Can you join me in the bath?" Emily asks. "Of course". Walking with your girlfriend to the bathroom. Emily leans back against the wall and you begin to run the bath. As it runs you help your girlfriend undress. Taking her shirt off and as you did so you leaned in and placed a kiss on her chest. Admiring how beautiful your girlfriend is. You put the vanilla bubble bath in, which was Emily's favourite.
Grabbing her hand after you stripped off your clothes. Emily smiles, just admiring you. Practically making you blush. "You're beautiful Y/n" she says softly, biting her lip slightly.
You smile back at your girlfriend, leaning in for a kiss. "Not as beautiful as you Em" you reply. Giving Emily the comfort she needs.
Emily isn't one to be like this, especially not in front of people. The older woman always comes off as very authoritative and in charge, as well as being able to compartmentalise things a lot easier. Which is she, but considering the fact she didn't want to talk about the previous case right now and came home with physical injuries. She just wanted comfort and of course you were here to provide that, just as Emily does for you.
You got in the bath first this time, usually Emily was the one who got in first so she could wash your back, trace her fingers on your back or just hold you. But this time it was your turn. As Emily sat down in the bath, she let out a sigh of relief. Finally being able to relax herself and muscles, but she kept one arm resting on the side as she needed the bandage off. You pulled your girlfriends back flush against your chest, her head laying on your shoulder, looking at you and smiling, Your arm reached over and helped her undo the bandage. Seeing the damage done to her arm.
"Oh Em, why didn't you call me?" You asked the older woman.
"I didn't want to worry you any further. I should've called I know. It's really not too bad now. A couple stitches so I have to be careful" Emily mentions. You placed kisses at the side of her neck, your hands go to her waist under the water. Emily let's put a few relaxed sighs.
"Can you lean forward for me baby? And get the body wash and shampoo" you mentioned. Emily nodded her head as she leaned forward, reaching over the other side of the bath and grabbing the coconut shampoo and vanilla body wash you both use. Although you preferred the strawberry one you have, you liked the vanilla one because that's Emily's go to scent and when she was away on a case you used it just to smell like her. But she was here right now.
"Do you want me to get the strawberry one to?" She asked just in case. "No, don't worry about it Em" you added.
Emily had to sit up again so you could lather the vanilla body wash on her back, while she got the front. You massaged it into her shoulders and when you hit a spot that had quite a bit of tension Emily let out a low moan, as you relieved the tension in her shoulders. You chuckled. "You sound so pretty" you whispered. Emily smirked at that, turning to face you.
"But the pretty noises you make are better" she reminds you, despite her giving up some control, she was in the middle of that zone. "Tonight isn't about me" you reminded her. But still Emily grabbed more body wash and helped you get your back.
Washing Emily's hair was one of your favourite things. Emily wouldn't ever admit it in front of anyone else but she loved it when you played with her hair. As you massaged the shampoo through her brunette hair, letting her relax again. You completely stopped to press light kisses along her neck and shoulder. "Y/n what happened to washing my hair?" She chuckled. But you didn't listen, instead you trailed your hand down her chest, to her stomach and hip bone. Your other hand squeezed her right breast lightly before pinching the nipple between your fingers. Emily relaxed against you again, her head on your shoulder. You leaned your head down slightly to kiss her, Emily's tongue instantly in your mouth. You hand finally stopped at her pussy, teasing her clit lightly. Emily moaned into your mouth a few times.
"What do you want baby?" You asked her. "You Y/n I want you" she replies. She kissed you again, her mouth opening in a silent moan when she felt your fingers teasing her clit again, before you pushed two fingers inside her. "Shit" she breaths out. You could feel her chest rising and falling. Her breath becoming heavier as you move your fingers inside her.
"More please" Emily whimpered. She was giving you all the control now but you knew it wouldn't last long afterwards.
You sped up your actions, your palm hitting her clit every now and then with the pace of your fingers. Feeling her walls contracting around them. This was supposed to be comfort only, but sometimes 'comfort' for you and Emily also meant soft sex (sorta) in the mix somewhere.
"Y/n oh god!" Emily moaned. She could barely kiss you properly anymore, her mouth dropping open. Her hands gripped on the sides of the bathtub. Knuckles turning white.
You kissed the sensitive part behind her ear "are you close, Em" you whispered.
Your pace quickened. "Shit" Emily whimpered, her soft moans echoed through the apartments bathroom. But neither of you could care less if anyone heard. Too in the moment to bother about it.
"Y/n!" The older woman almost screamed your name. You fucked her through her orgasm, slowing down as she came down from her high. Emily's grip on the bathtub softened. She immediately leaned back into you, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.
"Your turn" Emily smirks as she calms down, "open" you order, Emily complies and opens her mouth. You put your fingers that you used on her in her mouth, allowing the brunette woman to taste herself.
"Just letting you know how good you taste" you whispered. Emily moaned and you pulled your fingers from her mouth. Emily turned to face you, with a smirk.
"No Em, I got everything I needed from you. Let's just finish up, rebandage your arm, order food and go to bed okay?" You mention. Emily pouted.
"Just because my dominant arm and hand is injured doesn't mean I can't make you feel good." Emily winked.
"Emily. You're bruised and also have a slight black eye." You added. Although you probably weren't going to win.
"Baby, just because I'm injured doesn't mean I'm still not in charge." She added, feeling like herself already.
"Now be a good girl for me" Emily adds.
Smirking at your girlfriend "No, you need to be patient" thinking you were so funny, but now you're in for it tonight.
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ok it's not actually as epic✨ as i thought it would be but here is my episode-title prediction but it's very rough and in note form and no doubt is all over the place and pls feel free to discuss in the replies and ill amend accordingly,,, PLUS i need to go through it again in more detail cross referencing my sideburn theory bc some things might actually belong in other episodes and yeah im exhausted from the sheer speed at which i pulled this together fucking enJOY
(note: now contains mention of the leak, proceed w caution)
1. THE ARRIVAL
main storyline summary:
OKAY SO LETS START with this article on mr g's blog - scroll to the last two paragraphs - potentially see pre-fall heaven or the immediate moments before/after the fall which when you consider the opening credits begin with crowley climbing out of the pit/aziraphale descending from heaven, AND the BEAUTIFUL (this isn't being discussed enough imo) fall sequence in the hillywood parody, im tentatively suggesting that we might have a cold open of the fall
✨✨MURIEL PERSPECTIVE ON THE FALL?????✨✨
sosososo in the trailer obvs crowley and muriel are jn heaven and muriel says "you're a demon!!! // im going to get into so much trouble!!!" so WHAT IF DURING THE FALL THEY SMUGGLED CROWLEY OUT OF HEAVEN TO AVOID THE CONFLICT???? and crowley took like the back staircase down so he didn't fall so violently and got to keep his wings and *GUNSHOT* ok so im only like maybe 5% certain it's a flashback after ive rewatched that bit of the trailer oooh maybe 26 times but sTILL imaGINE yeah don't think this anymore, send me an ask if you want to know why bc i cba to write a post explaining
and then presumably a segue? into the first few events ive listed in this post about the start of the second coming idk it might actually be a flashback in another episode hmm yeah actually that seems more likely but anyway
then - present day, gabriel arrives on earth, lost memory/human, "something terrible" in the box that he was meant to deliver to aziraphale (?) that going by that second coming (SC) post i think literally contains jesus
ok update after the gumshoe az pics: so if gabriel is connected to the pub, and by the extension the jukebox, it must be the record that arrives in the box with the address attached, and aziraphale starts looking into it from there????? idk see ep 2
crowley gets evicted, then crowley and shax interaction in the park
presumably an introduction to maggie and nina, plus the "naked man friend" clip
discovery of gabriel at the bookshop, and ensuing argument leading to crowley summoning lightning, and the boys going no contact sob
2. THE CLUE
main storyline summary:
*edit because my draft didn't save properly and ive only just noticed - believe that this ep has the job minisode
SO following the newest pic release of crowley and aziraphale and the record, which ive gone off about here, i think that the skip doesn't quite happen yet BUT aziraphale obvs has the record which i think god has sent him as a clue and then goes to find crowley to talk about it ✨A cLuE✨ but crowley tells him to fuck off
also crowley is a bartender
THEN we have a present-day time skip, gabriel being a very good assistant in the shop
again after the SC theory i think that gabriel lost the box and instead god somehow sends aziraphale the record and address as a clue
aziraphale (unsure of the genesis here) starts researching the jukebox and the everyday song, presumably buys the record from maggie
aziraphale in the bookshop, looking at the jukebox articles, crowley storms in, "im back" see below!!!
THEN second time aziraphale approaches crowley, pub drink ft crowley in jeans and a nice top™ which i think is actually his work top™, then the clip ✨a cLuE✨
crowley and shax in the bentley having a heart to heart, and i worry that she essentially tempts him into luring goob out of the shop so hell can get to him and crowley can get back his precious 😭 peaceful 😭 existence with aziraphale EDIT FOLLOWING THIS!!! I think she definitely tells him to get chummy with aziraphale again
AND NOW we have the "im back" scene
possibly the beelzebub clip from them in hell? possibly an interaction between them and shax? beelzebub manifests as a fly and plays a game of tag in the bookshop with goob, trying to make up for their failure in losing track of jesus
at some point the other angels come to the bookshop to interrogate aziraphale for if he has seen gabriel, believes he's lying, and resolve to send in their ✨top agent✨
3. I KNOW WHERE I’M GOING
main storyline summary:
✨MURIEL MY BELOVED✨
whole "cup of tea" scene, plus crowley removing plants from the bentley "why don't you go by train? you love trains"
possibly muriel feeding back to heaven with her report about aziraphale, his grumpy friend, and his assistant 💓
aziraphale off up to edinburgh in the bentley, possibly crowley has stayed behind to babysit gabriel? (i feel like the 'are you a bookseller too? / not even at gunpoint' interaction was a bit foreshadow-y)
UPDATE: WHY IS GABRIEL CONNECTED TO THE JUKEBOX MYSTERY?? WAS THE RECORD IN FACT IN THE BOX??? AND ITS SOMEHOW LINKED TO HOW GABRIEL LOST HIS MEMORY??? IM SO CONFUSED
still confused but see above SC theory
was the resurrectionist address already taped to the record when it arrived in the box? NOBODY KNOWSSS
UPDATE 2 re: the meme template prime just gave us: so what IF AZIRAPHALE goes to the pub, asks if theyve seen goob, the pub owner (who is in the meme) says "shhhhh I have some intel meet me at the graveyard at 6", aziraphale goes and they show him a pic of gabriel in the pub like removing the everyday record from the jukebox? bc gabriel removed it and that's why the jukebox is now stuck on that song??? AGHHH now I'm wondering if the pub people got a video of the graveyard fight or a pic of the box or something and that gives aziraphale the indication that the whole thing is centred around the second coming
shax possibly knows that crowley is there, and calls the bookshop? or crowley calls heaven to narc on gabriel? OR aziraphale calls him from the phone crowley possibly lent him and idk but a conversation along the lines "hey crowley so i think a fight with demons caused goob to lose his memory and lmao but i think he also lost jesus!!!
either way crowley uses aziraphale's phone specifically and is obviously looking intently at something
and lastly again i think this has the resurrectionist minisode - fitting given that they decked out a pub in edinburgh with resurrectionist signs etc so that probably triggers a flashback for az when he goes there for the jukebox mystery
4. THE HITCHHIKER
no official press photos for this one as far as i know , but possibly????
main storyline summary:
first, *SLAMS HAND ON TABLE* 🚨40s MINISODE🚨
i think however that this is where muriel is back on earth, potentially rooting around greek street trying to be as nosy as possible
and crowley now loaded in with info hot off the press (lmao aziraphale) knows that the second coming is involved and realises he needs to get into heaven to find out more info which is so james bond of him what a legend
and then WELL WHADDAYA KNOW muriel turns up and therefore im wondering if the above is from crowley's pov - muriel spots him in the shop and gets a tad excited
then - bless their soul - muriel gets coerced into helping crowley infiltrate heaven, or he follows them back to the heaven entrance they're using, and jumps in the lift with them last minute (ie the hitchhiker)
god knows why he's going to heaven in disguise but he's living his best life bless*
ALTERNATIVELY see ep1 about the muriel/crowley scene
5. THE BALL
okay i admittedly have no idea on this wtf happens in this one
do they DANCE
is aziraphale checking off a GUESTLIST for their disco ball?????? WHAT IF ITS MAGGIES BIRTHDAY OR A FUNDRAISER AND THATS WHY THERES RECORD GARLANDS ON THE SHOP IN THE OPENING SEQUENCE????
rap battle
a lil SMOOCHY SMOOCH??? (NOT the leak one, a different one)
6. EVERY DAY
✨everything goes to shit lmao✨
i can't even be bothered write out everything that happens in this episode because i think we can guess the bare essentials - crowley is on the throne in hell, demons attack the bookshop, metatron appears and declares war, aziraphale sharts himself, DEMONS destroy said bookshop and aziraphale's FUCKING HOME
i do feel like EVERY is in here because i reckon aziraphale finds out crowley was betraying him to hell, even if for a good reason, and crowley desperately tries to make aziraphale see that it was "for us, for you aziraphale!!!!", SNOG, and aziraphale tells him to get fucked bc now he can never trust him, crowley said hed never lie to him "obviously, you're a demon" from s1, and the cliffhanger is them being on their OWN own sides @azirafuck back me up here
Update 19/07: and what if aziraphale can't forgive crowley and literally tells him he can't forgive him... and fallssssss?
like I'm SORRY but i need heartbreak like THIS
IF AZIRAPHALE FALLS THO IM GOING TO KILL EVERYONE ON EARTH AND THEN MYSELF💓✨
ACTUALLY MAYBE THIS???? IM GOING INSANE NOW
#good omens#good omens season 2#if its not clear already i will be editing this up until the screening/release#and then i shall (hopefully) be checking shit off like a goddamn bingo card#aziraphale#crowley#good omens speculation#good omens spoilers#not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy
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Hello! Just a wee update.
Admittedly this is a busy week for me, I have Friday off but lots of social things planned. Half of Saturday will most definitely be hangover recovery time. This being the case I intend to focus on posting starters and replies to starters again this weekend. Also, if you're a new mutual and we're not already writing together please respond to my starter call.
Following this weekend I intend to work on my replies in the background for a few weeks to hopefully catch up. I'll be putting them in my queue and posting them once I've made good headway. So my activity on here after this weekend is likely to be very low for a few weeks until I've drafted everything.
I think I have well over 50 (might even be 60) active threads on the go right now and about 30 things in my inbox to get to so I need to take some time to catch up. I actually hate queuing replies as I love the instant gratification of posting something the minute I finish writing it but that's just not an option if I want to make proper headway and take some of the pressure (self-imposed mind you) off.
As always, thanks for your patience, it's appreciated. I have so many amazing mutuals and threads right now I'm giddy! Just not enough time to write! ❤️
#Ooc post#Update post#I would write all day if I could but life is busy rn and I only have maybe one day a week to write#I may need to go back to using a thread tracker as a word doc just isn't cutting it#I have some time off at the end of June so that may be the right time to port everything across to a tracker
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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ february 2024
yes, i know, february has an extra day this year, but i'm posting this today bc i won't have time tomorrow lol
☆ STATISTICS.
projects worked on: The Gemini Heist
proudest accomplishment: i... wrote?... i guess??? *can't remember a single thing i did this month for some reason*
books read: Witch King by Martha Wells. i'm ngl, i was lost like 80% of the time, but that might just be a skill issue on my part (it's the kind of book that throws you into the thick of it without holding your hand and listening to the audiobook with the attention span that i have was... probably not the wisest idea lol)
(alhough funnily enough, it's while having this audiobook on in the background that i came up with a lot of my plot thoughts for gemini heist LMAO. either that or while playing zelda.)
☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.
although i did get writing done this month, this update's gonna be short. i don't really have much to say lol
more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.
☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (draft 0.5)
it's very weird to not be using word count to track my progress anymore. freeing, but weird. i have no concept of how much i've actually done for this wip this month.
i do know i've figured out a bit more stuff about the heist and the lore. i had a big plot brainstorming session and untangled a few scenes. while i know what direction i want the story to head, i still don't know how any of this gets resolved, tho.
and i wrote out a few important scenes. that's progress, right?
☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.
i've been writing so chaotically out of order based on whatever scene i feel most inspired for in the moment that i,,, honestly can't remember what i've written this month vs what i had already written before 🥲 here's a scene that i THINK i wrote in february. Leo and Illiana might be my new favourite dynamic. (for context, Illiana is posing as her identical twin at a party, and Leo is posing as a guest. they came in separately.)
With the bodyguards tailing her the entire way, Illiana slowly made her way towards [Leo]. She tolerated a few brief exchanges with other guests she crossed paths with to appear natural, then, once she was close enough, she slipped the extra comm out of the pocket concealed in her skirt. She made a show of bending down to pick up something, then strode towards Leo.
“Excuse me,” she said as she approached. “I believe you dropped your earring.”
Leo turned to her, smile strained underneath her veil. “Oh, thank you,” she said, holding out her hand. Illiana placed the comm into her palm, taking care to hide it from the guards. As Leo angled her head away to slip it into her ear, she added, “I must say, your Holiness, this is quite a lovely party.”
“Why, thank you, Miss…” She faltered, realizing she didn’t know Leo’s alias. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I’m familiar with you.”
“I’m a business leader from Tharekkan,” Leo said, pressing her palms together and giving Illiana a slight bow with her head. “It’s an honour to be here.”
Illiana was surprised that Leo, with all her meticulous planning, didn’t have a fake name ready, and now she was curious. “How may I address you?”
Leo’s already tense smile tightened even more. “‘Miss’ is fine,” she replied, practically through clenched teeth.
“No, I meant, your na—”
“I’ve been told much about how lovely Fiolsby is, right before the winter,” Leo cut off, an unnatural segue back to the script they had practiced. “But I haven’t had the time to properly see the city.”
Now Illiana just had to pry Leo's fake name out of her. “Really? That’s a shame. You know, the gardens offer a wonderful view of the city. Would you like to see, Miss…?” She let her sentence trail off, watching Leo expectantly.
“If it’s not too much trouble, I would love that,” Leo replied, to Illiana’s annoyance.
☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.
general taglist:
@dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre @subtlefires
gemini heist taglist:
@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @onomatopiya @outpost51 @planets-and-prose
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I can totally get why you feel pressured with Pieces! When you write a popular fic, you do write it for yourself, but it's hard not to think of the thousands of people who give you their undying support, and you want to do right by them!! But, we are here because we love your writing (all of it. If I told you how many times I've reread Party Favors... Or dipped my toes back into An Honest Lie. God, God. I'd say too many, but it's honestly not enough) and we are here for the ride you choose to take us on. I have a firm belief in your abilities that has been proven true again again.
Personally I love your writing because it's amazing and well thought out, not because it's perfect. Which isn't to say that I notice any flaws (because I don't) but it is to say that perfection is unachievable. Pieces is fucking ambitious as hell, and you are slaying with each chapter, but you also aren't being paid. We are all freeloaders off of your google doc. Don't sweat about it too much.
That being said the last chapter had me SCREAMING. SCREAMING. I AM UNWELL!!!! THE HAIR REF,,,,,,,,,, HIS LITTLE CATTINESS,,,, ROSE BEING CRINGEFAIL,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ugh. UGH! IT'S JUST LIKE THE GOOD OL' DAYS ONLY NOT AT ALL AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
hello petal! thank you for sending this! I have been very tired for the last week or so, so I'm sorry to say that is why it sat in my askbox, I didn't want to not do the reply justice.
Thank you for being so kind! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing. I will 100% admit that I didn't think Pieces would become what it did, it's honestly amazing and I'm consistently blown away by the response it gets from readers and how nice everyone is, but it is very strange to write something ambitious just for your own curiosity versus suddenly hundreds of people getting an email when you're essentially 'fucking around and finding out'. I'm never going to complain! I'm very very lucky!! People like you now come to my tiny little tumblr and say nice things to me! But it has been a big change and it has definitely involved some adjustment lol.
It is nice to be reminded that some readers actually like the brand of Astarion/Tav I wrote before I touched an Ascendency AU, and that returning to that isn't a massive letdown lol. What is coming in the next few chapters of Pieces is a much softer brand of problem, and it's nice to be able to be a little kinder to the characters even if they're stewing in their own feelings! I hope people enjoy it when it happens, there is more repression and more absolute cringefail moments to come :')
I'm aware that I haven't updated anything in a few weeks, but unfortunately I am spending my days wrangling my PhD thesis and trying to edit it down to the wordcount. I have been writing, but I have not got an editing braincell in my body by the end of the day and that is why I haven't felt comfortable posting. I hope to be back soon, or at least by the end of the month once my draft is handed in. I know that's not what your purpose was in sending the message, but I just want to reassure you and other readers that I've not fallen off the face of the earth I am just. very very tired. Thank you for your kind words when my brain is on fire xx
#asks#lovely words from lovely people#my brain keeps falling out of my head at 6pm and i can't find it till the next day#i have drafted fic in this brainless time but lord knows if it's any good as it's just the visions managing things
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UPCOMING WORKS? PLEASE? IF THERE AREN'T ANY, IT'S OKAY TOO!
uhh, there are both upcoming works and upcoming updates! i have sneak peeks for each one! but here they are:
少年A （jjk ft. male!reader; possibly megumi/reader）
In a remote village in Sapporo, a thirteen-year-old first year student in an unnamed junior high school allegedly killed three classmates known to bully his best friend who they had driven to suicide. (Or, none of that is true.)
少年A (or: Boy A) was initially made as an OC out of nowhere. i shared him to a few friends before i realized that the set-up of him being nameless and just being called 'Boy A' was perfect for a reader-insert. and before i knew it, i was already writing everything down and it was really, really fun. the term 「少年A」 is something akin to 'John Doe' and it's mostly a name used to minors involved in a crime. there are lots of criminal 「少年A」 in japan so if you want to read about them, i'd give you a big trigger warning because the most well-known 「少年A」 was involved a horrific case.
2. among dawn flowers (the face of god), an extra chapter
i always get notifications about comments concerning dawn flowers and i've read all of them. thank you for your very kind words! they make me feel very happy every time i read them :D i'll be replying to them soon. but the most common comment is about gojō's... well, reaction to everything and what he truly felt for the main character, and there were a couple of misunderstandings in the comments too. i would normally just leave the misunderstandings be to let people have their own interpretation but i've been getting lots of comments and DMs about dawn flowers all the time, so this extra chapter happened. it has the following AUs too:
zen'in naoya marries tengai-san instead
tengai-san survives
tōji snatches up tengai-san (not at all romantic but a found family of sorts because their dynamics are really interesting! because they're the people who neither needs the least!)
and idk, maybe some more? i'll be reading through the comments again!
3. kirigakure-centric naruto fic
“Kirigakure didn’t need help. They needed salvation.”
No one knows anything about the Mizukage. Only that she’s kind. She likes to smile. She likes seafood like every other Mizu-born. And that there’s something inexplicably wrong with her. There’s something wrong with the Mizukage whom the Kiri-nin call a ‘god’.
—or, Wataru Wataru was never really a powerhouse, in this life or the last, but she’s resourceful. She knows cults, pyramid schemes, and corrupt politicians like the back of her hand, so of course, she becomes the Mizukage and becomes a god along the way.
it's highlighted because it's undergoing editing... but yes, the mizukage cultist fic that i was talking about a month ago. it currently has four chapters in my drafts. i'm testing the waters on whether or not i can maintain it. so far, i have everything planned... like the timeline... it's too detailed.
4. shintō pjo fic
Beyond the eastern seas, Sen'no Hyōran wages a one-man war. (Or, if all she needs is the Golden Fleece, if all she needs is to steal that damned thing, then she will. Those Greeks standing in her way or not.)
YES IT'S HAPPENING OK!
of course, there's also the writing of kill the goose (3 chapters in my drafts now!), rain on my parade (a very slow rewriting), sunday without god (i wrote the next chapter and it was too long like 8k words and i'm not even halfway done so i'm stuck)! and posting some comm'd works that have been rotting in my drive for months!
some possible fics but no promises:
floating blue (nanami/reader)
Aoi's josei romance manga life starts when she's saved by Nanami Kento after almost falling down the train tracks! (Or, it turns out that Aoi is the main character of a supernatural josei manga! She's so excited!)
starts off as a cliché josei manga set-up bc aoi is a josei manga protagonist! then turns deep :D might become a reader-insert instead but without the [name] insert things. just second pov. this was really meant to be a rom-com than a sudden "omg! i'm in a supernatural josei manga!" might write bc it's a cute concept.
the prostitution of learning (jjk & male!oc)
There is no other main character but Kikuchi Eita. (Or, defeating enemies, exorcizing Curses, facing conservative higher-ups, there’s no adversity that Kikuchi Eita cannot push through because Kikuchi Eita is the main character. That is until Itadori Yūji.)
i made this guy before 少年A and while eita is my favorite oc i've ever created in jjk, 少年A's story is easier to write. but the prostitution of learning is a bit more complicated even just with eita's planned CT and while i'd love nothing more than to write this one, idk if i'd have the time but i really want to!
willow diaries / 柳日記 (kakashi/oc)
Kakashi gets a nobleman's concubine pregnant. Whoops. (Or, I no Yanagihaya's honorable brother-in-law said to surprise him. She did.)
first of all, it's not cheating or infidelity. said nobleman is dead. anyway, i think this is the most likely to be written bc i've written the first chapter a hundred times but couldn't get satisfied. anyway, this one's fun. and i love civilian ocs! especially writing nobility. the research was a pain but i loooove this one.
pls... don't ask me about frog in a well :"") i'm working on it! idk, froggie's become that weird cousin idk if i wanna talk to or not. it's awkward between the two of us right now bc ik i could start writing the chapter anytime and get it done and over it quickly but i've been lazy and focusing on other stuff hehe <3
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I have zero coding skills, but I was able to coax ChatGPT to write a JavaScript tool for blogging
My goal was simple but it eluded me for ten years.
I do a lot of linkblogging on mitchw.blog. I prefer to have links formatted like this:
How Many Steps Do You Really Need? That’s the Wrong Question. Walking is important, but challenging yourself to go faster and higher can improve your health even more. nytimes.com
It’s esthetically pleasing, and the reader can see which website they’re being directed to. It’s the way Dave Winer formats it on the links page of his Scripting News blog, which is where I got the idea. I like it.
However, formatting links that way is just fussy enough that it’s inconvenient, particularly when I’m reading and blogging from the iPad and iPhone. I looked for automated tools that would work with my existing blogging software to create those links. Currently, I’m blogging on Micro.blog; previously I used WordPress. But I couldn’t find anything that worked quite the way I wanted.
Then I thought: Why not let ChatGPT try? I’d heard ChatGPT made an excellent coding assistant. Why not see if ChatGPT could do the whole thing?
So I did. You can read a transcript of my conversation with ChatGPT here, complete with code snippets, or read on here and I’ll walk you through it.
Getting started
I started by asking ChatGPT4:
I’m looking for a tool that would automatically convert URLs for posting to the web, to strip off everything but the domain and then link to the URL from the domain. The output should be in Markdown format. For example:
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/03/08/world/middleeast/gaza-aid-by-sea.html would become nytimes.com
https://news.yahoo.com/trump-set-finalize-rnc-takeover-051211725.html would become news.yahoo.com
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorgos_Lanthimos would become en.wikipedia.org
You can see an example of that style of linking on this page: http://scripting.com/?tab=links
ChatGPT replied with a Python script that would do the job. I would have to edit the script manually to change the URLs.
A good start, but not what I was looking for.
I thought about using Drafts, a utility for the Mac, iPad and iPhone designed to be the place “where text starts.” You type some text into Drafts and then send the text to email, messages, Slack, your task manager, WordPress, whatever. It’s extremely customizable; users can write automations, known as Actions, to manipulate text or send notes to other apps.
I told ChatGPT:
Write me a plugin for the Drafts app that does the same thing using a URL in a draft. Here is the Drafts app https://getdrafts.com
ChatGPT wrote a Drafts action, along with instructions how I could install it. I ran the plugin and got an error. So I sent the error message to ChatGPT, which explained the problem to me and rewrote the code.
And it worked. The whole process took just a few minutes.
But then I ran into a glitch. Here’s how I explained it to ChatGPT:
Please modify the JavaScript so that if the URL starts with www, the www is not included in the output. For example, if the input is this:
Immigrants are less likely to commit crimes than U.S.-born Americans https://www.kpbs.org/news/national/2024/03/08/immigrants-are-less-likely-to-commit-crimes-than-u-s-born-americans-studies-find
The output is currently this:
Immigrants are less likely to commit crimes than U.S.-born Americans www.kpbs.org
Instead, it should be this:
Immigrants are less likely to commit crimes than U.S.-born Americans kpbs.org
ChatGPT revised the code to check for the presence of www in the URL, and remove that string if present. I updated the Drafts Action yet again, and it worked.
How about link previews?
Next, I asked ChatGPT to write an action that would generate a link preview in a post, in the style of Facebook, Mastodon, Threads, etc. I got that idea from the recent kottke.org redesign.
ChatGPT told me it could do that partially, but couldn’t fetch the title of the web page automatically because Drafts can’t access the Internet.
I replied:
You are incorrect. Drafts can extract the title. See this action for example code. directory.getdrafts.com/a/13y You’ll want to use open graph to get the information for the preview. Try again please.
ChatGPT corrected itself and generated an action for me. I got error messages and passed them on to ChatGPT, which corrected the action. We went back and forth until we generated an action that worked successfully. However, the output was ugly and I lost interest. Maybe I’ll come back to it another day.
Back to plan A
I returned to the original problem and asked ChatGPT for a slight modification.
Me: Let’s go back to the “Convert URLs to markdown” Drafts action. Ready to do a little more work on that one?
ChatGPT: Of course! Let’s continue working on the “Convert URLs to Markdown” Drafts action. What adjustments or additions would you like to make?
Me: I’d like to modify that script so there are brackets surrounding the domain link, with the brackets inside the link.
I provided an example, which included an escape character, \, in front of the square brackets, because I thought that was necessary to render the text properly.
ChatGPT responded with the correct code—which did not include the escape character, because it’s unnecessary.
You can read my conversation with ChatGPT in its entirety here.
I’m pleased by this, and I have a couple of ideas for other Drafts actions ChatGPT can create for me to automate blog and social media formatting.
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You're Such a Birdbrain!!!
A Glitch Techs tickle fic
Lee! Miko Kubota
Ler! Ally
Miko's gauntlet breaks (again :P) and Ally is stuck outside of it. The chicky chum quickly gets bored, stuck in the real world without a glitch to fight, so she finds a new way to play with her Glitch Tech.
A/N: first original work in a while, might not be the best especially since I just found this in my drafts from my old Glitch Techs hyperfixation :P finished it as best i could and tossing it out here, so enjoy! or don't. that's fine too.
🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩🌟🦩
"Oi, blueberry, get down!" Mitch yelled.
Miko ducked just in time to avoid the glitch's fireball, quickly tossing a repair disc at the crater and running over to Zahra.
"Z. Do you think you can cover me? I have a plan," she whispered.
Zahra sent a thumbs up, then pulled up a shield on her gauntlet. A purple energy dome came between Miko and the spiked monster, which was currently giving Five and Haneesh a really hard time. Miko messed with her own gauntlet for a moment, before her favorite featherbrain popped into existence next to her.
"You ready to kick some Bonkser butt, Ally?" she said, hopping up onto the bird's back. Ally chirped in reply, and crouched to start running.
"Now!" Miko yelled. Zahra dropped the shield, and Ally sped towards the turtle creature. Miko blasted the glitch in the face, as Ally ducked and dodged around every fireball and claw. Haneesh took advantage of the distraction and threw a bomb underneath the monster. Five sent a final blast at the explosive, setting it off with an 8-bit BOOM.
Bonkser roared one last time before being sucked up into Mitch’s gauntlet.
“Mitch, come on!” Five yelled, rolling his eyes. “You barely even helped with this one!”
“Sounds like a skill issue, noobs!” Mitch cackled triumphantly. “I’ll see your sorry, XP deficient butts back at HQ.” He jumped into his van and sped through a portal.
Zahra looked like she wanted to kill him.
“Wait, guys, where’s Miko?” Haneesh asked, realizing her absence.
The remaining three techs were silent, before running through the battleground calling her name.
“Miko? Where are you?!” Zahra called.
“Come on, Miko, answer us!” Haneesh yelled as he dug through some rubble.
“Miko??!?” Five screeched, starting to panic.
A pile of rubble shifted, and Miko’s arm popped out waving. “I’m here!”
Five and Zahra grabbed her arm and pulled her out. Miko was a little scraped up, but mostly fine. Ally was holding her arm tight.
“Don’t scare me like that again!” Five grumbled.
“Sorry. But look, I’m fine! Let’s just drop a repair disc and go back to…” Miko faltered as she reached for her gauntlet.
The screen was gone, exposing the wiring and motherboard beneath. A giant crack spread through the entire side, and the hand gear was completely missing with a few sparks coming from the severed metal. Looking further down, Miko also realized her plixel armor had dematerialized.
“Aw, nerds…” she muttered.
Haneesh shrugged. “Eh, Phil’ll fix it when we get back.” He dropped his own repair disc and the four turned to leave.
“Oh, shoot! Ally!” Miko cried, turning to the bird. “You’re stuck out here, oh poor girl!” She grabbed Ally’s neck and gushed, “I’m so, so sorry! Come on, let’s get back so you can go home ASAP!”
Ally chirped and chewed on Miko’s hair.
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Five pulled into the garage, and Ally jumped out of the back of the van, Miko atop. The two raced up to Phil’s office, only to find him standing outside it with a donut in hand and a scowl on his face.
“Phil, my gauntlet broke. Can you do your quick little impossibly-efficient repair thing?” Miko asked, screeching to a stop.
“Can’t, kid. My office was apparently not updated and now it’s got a virus. It’ll take all day for BITT to debug,” Phil grumped.
“All day?!” Miko gasped.
Phil sighed. “Yep. Sorry, Miko, but you’re out of commission until my office is fixed and I can repair gauntlets again.”
Ally chirped and chewed on Miko’s hair.
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Miko grumbled and plopped down on a couch in the break room. “All day?! Why can’t he ever update things on time? Out of commission… hmph.” She kicked aimlessly at the air.
Ally chirped and ran in a circle before looking expectantly at Miko.
“Aw, sorry, girl, I don’t have anything for you to play fetch with. I can't make any Plixie Stix.” Miko told her.
Ally tilted her head, then huffed and sat down next to Miko.
“I know, I’m sorry you’re stuck out here. It’s pretty boring sometimes, huh?” Miko glanced at her chicky chum and sighed.
Ally chirped and pecked lightly at Miko’s arm.
“Hey!”
Ally pecked again. Maybe Miko would give her a treat if she bothered her enough.
“Ally, quit it.”
Peck.
“Ally, I don’t have treats either, if that’s what you want. I can’t access my inventory right now.”
Ally, of course, pecked again.
“Ally, look! My gauntlet is toast. I can’t get you anything!” Miko said, exasperated. She lifted her arm and showed Ally the busted gear. “Look! See? Nothing!”
Ally pecked again, this time missing Miko’s arm and pecking her side.
“EY!” Miko jumped with a high-pitched yelp.
Ally raised her head in alarm, worried she’d hurt her Miko.
“Don’t look at me like that, silly. I’m fine.”
Ally tilted her head. Then why did she jump?
Ally pecked again in the same spot.
“AhahHALLy! Meanie!” Miko squeaked, scooting away.
Ally chirped. She’d found a new game!
Ally scooted closer after Miko and pecked her side again, this time not stopping after one.
“HEY! Allyhyhyhyhyhyhyhy! Quihihit it thahat tihihihickles!” Miko giggled and tried curling up on herself to stop Ally, but the bird was dead set on her new entertainment. Ally pecked lightly, so as not to hurt Miko, but that just made it tickle more as she repeatedly poked Miko's side.
"Ally whyhyhyhy? AAA! Nononono nohot thehehehere!" Miko yelped as Ally nuzzled her beak into the girl's tummy. "Nahahahaha Ally you rahahahascal!"
Ally was very amused by her newfound activity, and wanted to see if anything else would get this reaction from her Glitch Tech.
The bird pulled away, giving Miko a breather.
"Thahanks... Ally... Whahat was that fohoHOR?! EE NOHOHOHO ALLYHYHYHY!"
Ally nuzzled her fuzzy head into Miko's neck, chirping adorably.
"Nohohooo EE hahahahahaha Ally that tihihickles! AaA!"
Ally finally stopped, and MIko sat up, breathing heavily.
"You little birdbrain! Remind me not to let you get bored again," she laughed.
Five came in, holding a couple of slushies.
"Hey, Miko, I heard what happened with Phil's- why are you so exhausted?" he said.
Miko blinked, pushed her messy hair out of her face, and said, "Eh. Just playing with Ally. You know how she is," she said, taking a slushie.
Ally chirped and chewed on Miko's hair.
#seashell made something#sfw tickling community#sfw tickle community#tickle fic#glitch techs tickle#lee!miko#ler!ally#sorry its been so long since I put out any work of mine#lol
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When I started binge reading Wicked many, many months ago, I sent in very long detailed asks almost every single day for each chapter as I was reading it. And I don't recall any of them getting answered. Maybe one or two. When I review a story or a chapter, sometimes it takes me like 45 minutes to put all my thoughts into an ask. I spend a lot of time on it. Eventually I started to realize I was wasting all that time sending in asks when they weren't being responded to. I was looking for the interaction with you. I wanted to have conversations about the story. It was very disappointing to me, and I felt like my thoughts and feelings on each chapter weren't wanted. So I stopped after awhile and just binge read the rest of it to bring me current with your last update. I think it stopped on Chapter 12 or 13. I left likes as I always do. I'm pretty sure I reblogged it at some point. So now I'm kind of confused that you're asking for readers to send in asks but mine never got responded to for some reason. I know tumblr eats asks, but it couldn't have eaten every single one of mine. Like I said, I was sending in asks just about every single day. I hope this ask doesn't come off as harsh, but I wanted to let you know how frustrated I was when I first started reading and it didn't seem like you had any interest in interacting with me. I very much enjoy talking with writers about their stories.
While it may have left a bad taste in my mouth, I still continue to read Wicked, and I have loved every single second of it. It's one of my favorite stories on tumblr. I am more than happy to go back to reviewing all your chapters. But it would be nice to see my asks responded to. Just like you as a writer crave interaction with your readers, I as a reader crave interaction with the writers of the stories I'm reading. There is nothing better to me than having a conversation about a story I love. So if you're interested in interacting with me on future chapters, let me know, and I will happily go back to reviewing.
First of all, I would like to truly apologize for not replying to your asks, I did dig a little and I was only able to find one ask that is an absolute shame to not respond too, as I had an entire reply in my head and was very excited to answer, but I can only assume I got caught up with something else that demanded my attention (outside of this blog), I do remember answering your asks before and can only assume some may have been eaten.
Here’s the thing; my blog vastly swings between an overwhelming number of people interacting to absolutely no interaction at all, I have very few people (and I heavily appreciate those who I do have) who consistently send in asks whom go by an alias or an actual blog that I can identify as regular. It’s just being jarring to watch, because then it makes me wonder if my chapter wasn’t well received, or the quality declined, or anything and everything that could make one chapter blow up and the very next a week later, completely bomb.
I have become very conscious of asks slipping through the cracks, and I’ve tried the last three or so chapters to make a conscious effort to answer everything single one before I post another chapter, to try and make sure nobody is feeling left out or slipping through the cracks.
I would also like to mention that me vocalizing this issue entirely excludes people who have reblogged my work, even if someone has only ever sent in one ask for an entire series is completely acceptable for me, just something. And even if I never do respond to asks just know that I never delete them because I’m a sentimental person and I still become nostalgic and go back and re-read them like it’s my first time receiving them.
I will always appreciate and feel the love of someone when they send me their words about how I personally impacted them with my writing and I will always cherish it, even if I end up forgetting to reply, or it somehow got stuck in my draft because I never fully finished my thought, or if it was buried and unable to be answered before the next chapter was posted. I cherish, every, single, one.
I am truly sorry that you felt frustrated and had a bitter taste in your mouth for me as a writer, it truly wasn’t my intention. That being said, I don’t really feel like I’m entitled to ask you to start reviewing my work again when my lack of consistency was the reason you stopped.
And when I think about it, I guess I don’t really have the entitlement to ask anyone to interact with me, after all, this is a hobby I do for free, I have to continually remind myself that this is something I chose to do because I want too, not because I have too.
I truly do thank you for the support you’ve sent to me and I really am sorry that I disappointed you as a reader, I hope you continue to enjoy Wicked and I appreciate that you spoke about your experience to me ❤️
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January Activity Update (Pinned Post)
It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to do a full monthly update, so this one includes posts and drafts for October, November, and December. Everything else can be found in previous monthly updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.
The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.
If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.
Now onto the update!
Housekeeping:
A couple of little tweaks have been made to the guidelines page. Nothing huge, mainly just an update on formatting in threads and fc’s.
Ty’s Wire is now working again! 🥳 If you didn’t get a reply last time you messaged her, please resend your message. Or just send her a new one/start a new convo if you’d rather. I also have regained access to the discord account. Same username as here so feel free to add me, just let me know who you are if you do. I only log in when I’m here actively working on drafts, so you may still prefer to use the DM’s to chat.
I don’t do this often, but I’m going to be giving my inbox a bit of a reset by deleting most of the unanswered memes. Even though those ones aren’t being posted, thank you for sending them!
I’m getting notifications for old reblogs and things I was tagged in a month ago, a few even longer ago than that. Some are repeated ones that I saw in my activity feed when they were first posted, but some are brand new to me so I’m very confused rn.
In a similar vein, it’s currently hit or miss as to whether I get a notification for being tagged in a post. It also doesn’t always show up in my actual tracked tag. With that being the case, If there is something I haven’t replied to that is not listed in this post, please let me know.
Still in the process of changing up my medication. We’re taking it slowly as I’m coming off one that is notoriously a pain in the neck for withdrawal symptoms. It’s been absolutely kicking my arse, so if I’m slow to respond to ooc messages, please do not feel ignored. I will answer when my brain is not making dialup noises. Thread replies will happen when they happen. I’m trying to put less pressure on myself, but as an anxious human and chronic people pleaser it’s a struggle. 😂
Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:
(In alphabetical order by username.)
@astormymind
Library ghost hunting with Finn (drafted)
@beastbitten
Extreme awkwardness. 😂 (link)
@demcnsinmymind
At the motel (link)
Azzy proved a point (link)
Taking Lance on a hunt (link)
Doing Lance’s hair! 😭 (link)
Mischief at the bar (link)
Car trouble (drafted)
An unwanted visitor, and Ty finds out the boy has powers! 👀 (queued)
@demonstigma
A weird conversation (queued)
@derschwarzeengel
Tyler is not sick. Definitely not. (link)
Damon? Talking about his trauma? It seems miracles do happen. (queued)
Ty finds Vampire!Damon (queued)
Roasting 50 shades (drafted)
“She’s a ghost AND a bitch!” (drafted)
@destroyerscved
“How did you find me?” (link) Sorry for the repost!
Magic bean juice (queued)
@discipulusmaleficus
Abandoned house (drafted)
@hellomynameisfuckyou
A tackle hug for Damsel (link)
@hvbris
A questionable attempt to cheer up Olive (link)
An appointment with Dr Soliman (link)
Meeting the captain (link)
Ty is confused by Wednesday (drafted. Sorry this one slipped through the cracks for so long!)
@imprvdente
Birthday fun (link)
At the motel with FBI!Fish (drafted)
@innerwar
Ty rescues Damon (link)
Being grumpy at Homelander (link)
Babysitting Jude/the Doc (drafted)
Bad jokes with Charm (queued. Sorry this one slipped through the cracks for so long!)
@kxllerblond
“You owe me a dinner. A very nice dinner.” (link)
@loyaltyguided
Birthday cuteness! (link)
@loyaltylanced
“Destiny can’t be changed.” (link)
@magaprima
Demon problems (queued)
Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (link)
@nightiingaled
KilliTy cuteness! (link)
Even more KilliTy cuteness! (link)
@tmrrwppl
I just couldn’t resist okay. Don’t question it. 😂 (link)
@vyrulent
Tyler meets Orobus Jones! (drafted)
Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:
ELEVEN YEARS. ❤️ (link)
“Nothing to steal” (link)
Wanted poster dash game (link)
Damon’s birthday gift (link)
Say My Name drabble by Bramble! (link)
Pinterest dash game (link)
Ty’s Christmas mischief! (link)
I think that’s everything! As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and stay safe! ❤️ — Em
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Hello! My name is Sapph! Welcome to my RP blog!
This blog is for an indie, witch, OC of mine: Cassia Keller.
I'm currently making a more well put together bio page for her (including different verses), but in the mean time, this is where you'll find all the information you need <3
(Last Update: 1/1/2024)
Here are a few things to know (Feel free to read just the bolded stuff if you’re in a hurry, the unbolded just elaborates):
Mun is 25+ and will only rp with those who are 18+! If you aren’t 18+ please don’t interact. I’m just not comfortable with it.
I don’t write much smut, so I apologize if things head that way and I end up dropping the thread without warning (I don’t usually drop threads intentionally, it’s probably just stuck in my drafts until I’m in the headspace to write it, but that day might never come, so I apologize).
I have a separate side blog for nsfw content! I'll might reblog some smutty over there, though in general I prefer to write it on discord. It's not a smut shaming thing and I'll never judge anyone for writing it on their main blog! I just don't feel confident in my smut writing abilities so I like to keep it a bit separate sometimes.
I’m super slow with replies most of the time. Totally feel free to give me a nudge if it’s been a while since I’ve replied. I lose track of stuff so easily and then feel like I’m not allowed to reply to it when I remember it because it’s been a while.
I’m technically semi-selective, but mostly not selective at all. Aside from the rule of only writing with muns who are 18+, I’m actually not particularly selective.
I’ll ship just about anything with just about anyone, but I still reserve the right to not ship with a character, especially on first interaction.
Cassia is bisexual, so I'll ship her with any gender <3
REBLOG KARMA: I try to be respectful and reblog things from the source or from a meme blog or whatever because I understand why people don’t want to be feel like they’re being used as a meme source. If I ever reblog something from you that isn’t a reply, I’m sorry. I try not to let it happen, but sometimes it does.
That said: REBLOG WHATEVER YOU WANT FROM ME. Seriously, it doesn’t bother me at all. You don’t even have to send me a meme to reblog it. Just... go ahead. Reblog it. It’s totally fine by me <3 (Though I would definitely prefer if you sent me a meme when you reblog.)
OOC conversation can be really hard for me. I try and usually I’m fine when it comes to plotting, but I drop the ball a lot or come off as cold a lot because I just don’t have the energy to talk ooc a lot of the time. Please don’t take it personally, it’s just that my social battery is usually at 40% or less in general oTL
If we’re shipping something together and you’ve decided you don’t ship it anymore / don’t want to write it anymore- please just tell me. It'll make life a lot easier on both of us <3
I may add more rules at a later point, but I think these are the most important ones <3
Handy Dandy Navigation Links!
The Icon PSD I Use (PSD by asa-resource!)
Ask Memes
Replies (every single thing I reply to should be tagged with this!)
"About" (random headcanons and things that apply to Cass)
"Visage" (pics of Cass's FC- Fiona Palomo)
"Aesthetic" (all the pretty things~)
"Thoughts" (similar to about, but more directly from Cass's head)
"Desires" (just stuff Cass wants- mostly relationship things)
"Alt FC" (Cass's original fc)
"Wardrobe" (things Cass would wear / probably does wear)
"Music" (songs Cass would listen to )
"Skills" (stuff Cass is good at- mostly music and baking things)
Other Blogs!
Rogue
Multimuse (main)
Multimuse (secondary)
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a smalll update on how things are rolling.
a.) im starting this off with a small apology ... i've really left this blog on some unspoken backburner the past few months because, well, my old worries really creeped up on me. i won't go too much detail but i didn't feel like i was giving my portrayals my whole and that in turn affected how my partners viewed writing with me. i have taken a lot of personal time to reflect on this as not writing for a long period time was simply just adding onto such an opinion, and am now working my best to fix things following this.
b.) i'm using the next two days to write as many drafts as i can. i'm a chronological, queue writer but while i think i will try to be as chronological as i can be (especially towards drafts that were written back in 2022!), i'm going to post them once im done and happy. i once again stress the same things as i have done before when it comes to my drafts, especially my longer ones: you as my rp partners are under no obligation to reply either fastly or at all to these drafts! muse can be fickle so i understand completely on this. on the other hand, if you have muse and do want to reply straight away, that's okay too. im still in the process of working out how to handle my work schedule and my writing and i hope to get that soon.
c.) im adding a bit of a promo here just in case to say this blog is secondary to my main blog, which is @truethes! while this one is purely otome genre based, this other blog has all my other current interests, such as da.nganronpa, ytt.d, serva.mp, spyx.family, ge.nshin impact, or.ient, fr.uits basket and a couple more :^) !! currently im really into my gen.shin muses so dont be surprised if i continuously post about them for a bit!
#❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⧽ — ooc.#my keys are also having a month for some reason so i apologise if theres any missing letters!!#ask to tag /#my rp blogs are my journeys im. ngl .#let me know if this is a vent#i dont think it is because i try to keep negativity off my blogs but i wanted to put this into words so people knew what was happening !!!#TBD.#time to write now tho!
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//hello friends! it’s been awhile. here’s some update stuff!
so things are starting to go a little better. I’m slowly working out a plan for some care. and I ended up emailing my professor and told him that I was behind and struggling and really not doing well. and he was so understanding and accomodating and it made me so happy. he sent me the lecture recordings right through email and I’ve been catching up on those all weekend, prepping for the test tomorrow (which is not timed and we literally have all day to do it so yay). he also gave me massive extensions for the essays, which was beyond kind of him. for my other class I just submitted the essay now and even if it’s not good, it won’t be a 0 and that counts for something.
I’m starting to feel motivated again. I had a deep conversation with one of my closest friends friday night (we went out to a drag show and spent hours outside talking) and I really needed to get stuff off my chest. then Jamie and I had a really lovely, honest conversation today. as much as my anxiety brain wants to tell me otherwise, I have some amazing people in my life that I can rely on to support me while I navigate bettering myself.
now relating to tumblr. yes, I have a lot of drafts. yes, I owe starters. yes, I have bios to do. and this will all certainly be done in time. I’m not going to put a deadline date on it because that’s just not fair to me (or to y’all if I can’t meet it & break a promise) so I just ask for some patience. feel free to IM me if you’re curious about a pending reply, I don’t mind at all.
also, I have decided to actually boot up and use the sideblog I made two years ago for canon muses. the few that I have on here will be moved there, as will their threads (which I think right now is only Buffy so I will reach out personally to all affected when the time comes). I’m still tinkering with themes and stuff but I’ll drop the url when it’s ready. spoiler alert: your girl is SUPER into Stranger Things and The Quarry right now so expect muses from both on this new blog okay!
if anyone took the time to read my rantings, thank you, I love you. and I hope you’re all having a lovely night xx //
#this was longer than I intended ooops#I want to harness this feeling and hold on to it forever#also I have no idea if anyone is even interested in writing opposite some of the canon characters I'm working on but honestly I want to try#ahaha#laughing my anxiety off {ooc}#update
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A STUDY IN HOW DOES JAZZ RUN THIS BLOG ?
𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙳
I am extremely slow. i do my best but my writing depends heavily on inspiration not to mention that I get distracted by all sorts of things all the time. I also tend to start avoiding my drafts pretty heavily once they reach a high number (like they are right now, RIP) I´m usually quicker with people that I talk with ooc - mostly because I´m probably plotting with them and my motivation is super high for any plots that are plotted and talked about.
𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂
Like I said above, I`m usually drawn to the replies to the people I talk to with the most ; just because my motivation is the highest for those threads / or dynamics that we talked about. Speaking from experience over the past few weeks, those tend to be multiple paragraphs that make me go insane and rob me of all of my writing juices so I´m really just shooting myself in the leg everyntime but what can I say. I am a bit of an idiot
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂
I´m not the biggest fan of random starters - it´s why I haven´t posted a starter call ever since the one when I first started this blog like a month and a half ago lmao ;; I just tend to lose muse for them pretty quickly unless our muses REALLY click and pop off but in general I prefer to plot things out a little more just to get some ideas flowing ;; to give us a chance to get really invested in whatever dynamic we came up with? But if we´ve been writing for a while and we have an established relationship between our muses I absolutely might hit you up with a random unprompted starter from time to time whenever an idea really tickles me - anD I INVITE YOU TO DO THE SAME FOR ME, PLEASE !!!
𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇
Oh man I swear i LOVE memes, I really, really do - but again I kinda shoot myself in the leg sometimes by hoarding them like a Dragon hoarding it´s mountain of gold. Again, I´m just extremely slow when it comes to writing - if you´ve sent me some in the past I promise I`ll get to them!!! just.....very slowly....and in time lMAO
𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈
It´s exactly because of all of the above that I tend to be really selective - though I have to admit that I haven´t been as selective as I perhaps should have been considering how overwhelmed I am with all the things I owe - rip. I always make sure to read everyone's rules before I follow / follow back which is why it might take me a while to do so sometimes.
𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃
I do have a very basic wishlist that I wrote around the time I started writing Billy - it is a little outdated at this point and there´s a lot of things i´ve thought about since then that I really want to write at some point so I really need to update it but you can access the wishlist really easy through a link in my pinned post!! and if any of the plotlines there strike your fancy please always feel free to hit me up in my dm´s or my discord if you have that!!!! In case it didn´t come across earlier, i LOVE plotting so much I´ll literally always welcome you with open arms and all of my enthusiasm.
𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴
I am an extremely anxious person. I struggle with getting to know new people because I get really nervous. if we follow each other and haven´t talked yet / or have talked only a little bit here and there I swear it´s not because of you or anything it´s probably because I got extremely anxious & or am too chicken to message you first and go “hi!!” like a normal person. The fact of the matter is, if we follow each other I´d absolutely LOVE to write & interact with you! I´m just sorry that I can´t really follow through sometimes because it just doesn´t work out for some reasons.
tagged by; technically no one I just stole it from @pagetorn <3
tagging: daring you to steal it from me if you´d like >:)
#ooc //#// insert an image of me banging my head against a wall ;;;;;#I´ll try and slowly get through my drafts soon I promise#I´lll queue them all and i WILL BE FREE for a short blissful while#Ill also make sure to eventually post a plotting call again for everyone who´s joined me on this ride to hell#i´ll get to it all eventually I PROMISE ;;; thank you all for being so patient with me#// anyway long story VERY SHORT - how does jazz run this blog? the answer is simple: not at all.
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