#{ hey hey Rose i have gay boi here }

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He is trying so hard not to get pizza in his hair.

#{ Haruki Nakayama: Guitarist in Love Main Verse } #{ hey hey Rose i have gay boi here }

[thetisming]

& Juliet tumblr simulator

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tumblr users will see the name 'Romeo', black out and hit reblog

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🪶 the-bard Follow

By the way my play Romeo & Juliet is really good and my wife and all my players are wrong the ending is amazing and I'm a genius

🟦 croptopman Follow

yeah! i agree! i hate it, so it's probably great!

🪶 the-bard

Richard I want you to stop speaking to me for a bit

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Hey guys! I'm recently unemployed (my wife took my job...) and here is my resume!

-I am a writer

-I have a background in acting

-I am a wizard

-I can drive carriages

#please hire me i need to get back at Anne

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MY HUSBAND ROMEO WHO KILLED HIMSELF TWO DAYS AGO JUST CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD?? HELP WHAT DO I DO

🐯 hearmeroar

BY THE WAY I'M ENGAGED

🐯 hearmeroar

cool! i will be ignoring all of your suggestions

#y'all are fucking gay

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signed, penis king of France

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Hey guys! So, I kissed my fiance's best friend, and I really liked it! There are two things about this that aren't good.

THEY ARE MY FIANCE'S BEST FRIEND.

I am a prince. They are non binary. I'm in love with them. This confirms my suspicions that I am not straight.

The main issue is that they're my fiance's best friend, the not being straight is fine and I already kind of knew. My father probably won't accept me but hahaha. I will be fine.

Basically! I need to either call off this wedding or break up with the love of my life. I don't want to break their heart but I also promised Juliet... please help.

#please help me #french #prince #french prince #relationship #relationship problems #marriage #queer #lgbtqia+ #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #pan #pansexual #demisexual #asexual #arranged marriage #marriage of convenience #romance #love

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HEY QUEERS WHATS UP I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD! TIME TO GO SEE MY WIFE!

🏳️‍⚧️ its-super-dope

um. what happened

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🌹 beautiful-rose Follow

I'M IN PARIS! it's beautiful here :)

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omg i just saw the cutest boy EVER!

🌹 beautiful-rose

just got misgendered.

🌹 beautiful-rose

oh. okay

🌹 beautiful-rose

THE BOY KISSED ME

🌹 beautiful-rose

he is engaged to my best friend

🌹 beautiful-rose

oh well!

🌹 beautiful-rose

um. okay

🌹 beautiful-rose

yeah uh he just broke up with me

🌹 beautiful-rose

yay! my best friend's wedding to the love of my life!

🌹 beautiful-rose

WHAT THE FUCK

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#& juliet #& juliet musical #&j #and juliet #and juliet musical #juliet musical #& juliet judith #william shakespeare #& juliet richard #juliet capulet #lance dubois #francois dubois #romeo montague #may bellerose #willianne #maycois #jumeo

[axelsagewrites]

Most People Say Goodbye - Part Two

Pairing: Sandor x F!Bolton!Reader

Summary: Sandor and (Y/N) have a secret relationship at kings landing which crumbles when he disappears after the battle of blackwater. Eventually though your paths cross again

TW: swearing (its the hound so you could guess lol)

Requested by Annon

Words: 1699

Part One Here

Masterlist Here

Daenerys presents brought both an uneasy feeling but a strange amount of relief. Or maybe that was the alcohol everyone was clearly drowning in. as you approached the hall you could hear the laughter, the talking, the joy. You only wished you could partake as well but you had to find Sandor.

You had barely entered the hall when Jon had called you over. Your eyes scanned for Sandor as you approached the top table, but you couldn’t see him. “Hey Jon,” you greeted him and he stood to hug you. “I’m glad you made it back in one piece.”

“All thanks to her. (Y/N) meet Daenerys,” Jon grinned.

You did the basic formalities, not really caring about a foreign queen right now but not as upset as Sansa appeared to be. You could see the annoyance seeping out of Sansa the longer you spoke to the dragon queen so finally when you saw a gap in conversation you pardoned yourself.

“Thank gods you managed to escape her,” Sansa whispered as you sat beside her.

You elbowed the girl, “Look im all down for whatever bitch fit you wanna have,” you said, “but can you tell me how much you hate the girl your brothers clearly fucking *after* you tell me where the hell Sandor is?”

“Your right im sorry,” she said giving you a sympathetic smile, “I saw him sitting with some of the wildlings. That giant guy. Not the giant giant the-“

“The guy who apparently got nursed by one? Yeah that’s Tormund,” You had become friends with many of the wildlings when they first arrived as you tended to their wounded and sick. Tormund was one of the ones you grew closest too. “Sometimes he makes me wonder if Jon is secretly gay,”

Sansa looked out into the crowd, “Yeah, I get what you mean,” you looked out to where she was staring to see the hound sitting by Tormund. Tormund was talking at Sandor will he clearly only cared about his stew and ale. “They’d be cute together. In a weird way. But enough about Jon and me and the dragon woman. You’re here for him, aren’t you?”

You sighed as you stared at him suddenly feeling as small as a bug. “Yeah,” you whispered, “I don’t think I can do it,”

“You can and you will. We have survived so much (Y/N) don’t let him break you,” Sansa took your hands, “and if he’s does anything to offend you in any way I will get the knights of the vale to take care of him,”

“Damn you’ve gotten mean,”

“Can you blame me? He hurt you (Y/N) and I never want to see you hurt again,”

“If only life was that simple,” you looked back to where Sandor sat but this time your eyes met. His mouth was agape and he looked sadder than you had ever seen. Your heart ached but you knew you had to go to him, “Its time I guess,”

“Good luck,” Sansa squeezed your hands and slowly you rose from your chair, smoothed out your dress, and walked through the tables and chairs until you stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)! Have you come to hear of our adventure?” Tormund bellowed as you approached.

You smiled at him, “Later Tormund. Can I borrow you Sandor?” he was already on his feet before you could finish your sentence. He just stood looking at you. You looked at him. “Could we talk?”

Sandor nodded and you started to walk away with him following behind you. Neither said a word. You weren’t really sure where to go not feeling comfortable with him in your room but also not wanting anyone to hear. You decided to stop as you approached the main courtyard where the Stark boys used to train. You missed watching them.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you let yourself have one last moment before you would have to use all your strength to keep your temper in check. You turned around and broke the silence, “So,”

“So…” the silence quickly returned, “I missed- “Sandor went to speak but you stopped him.

“Why did you leave?” it was all you really wanted to know but he had no answer, “You didn’t even say goodbye,” you tried your best not to cry but you couldn’t stop your eyes growing wetter.

“I’m sorry,”

“I need a reason,” you said as your sadness turned to anger, “I need a reason an explanation I need to know why you left me. I deserve to know,”

“I didn’t want to leave you. I didn’t mean to leave you,” Sandor tried to approach but you moved back. He stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking. There was fire. So much fucking fire. Even the water was on fire. The men coming after me were all on fire and all I could see was that cunts face,” you knew he was talking about his brother. He didn’t even like going near the fire in your chambers when he visited, “and I froze. A fucking squire had to save me. Then all of a sudden im back behind the wall and that fucking imp tries to tell me to go back and I thought fuck it. it was all I was thinking. Fuck the lot of them. So, I left,”

“But why didn’t you take me with you? I would’ve followed you anywhere you went,” your anger was still there but your tears had returned. You couldn’t stop the growing pit in your stomach. You meant it. anywhere he went you would’ve followed until your feet bled.

“I wanted to. I did. I went to the holdfast, but I just couldn’t go in. what was I supposed to do? Burst in and grab you? Take you on the road with me where I didn’t eat for days half the time? I didn’t want to put you through that. You deserved better,”

“Better? you think being left with that cunt of a king was better!” you shouted not caring who heard, “You saw what he did when you were there did you think he’d go easier on me? Pity me? Did he fuck,”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know what I was thinking,”

“I don’t know either! You have no clue what I went through after you left. Baelish snuck me out of that castle before Joffrey could kill me only for me to land at my brother’s doorstep half-starved but that was sunshine compared to what Ramsey was like,” your voice was laced with venom and your eyes dripping tears. “And the worst part is the whole fucking time all I could think about was you,”

“All I could think about was you too,” this time Sandor caught your arms and didn’t let go, “you think I didn’t try and find you? I did. I heard you escaped and I headed north instantly. I even took that Arya girl with me because I knew what she meant to you. And trust me she’s fucking more annoying than you,” you chuckled at that. You loved her like a sister but she could be insufferable at times. Your laugh brought a slight smile to his face, “And as soon as I ran into Jon I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to go with him because he was the only chance I had of finding you again,”

“You wouldn’t have had to find me if you hadn’t have left in the first place,” you whispered.

“I know,” he whispered back, his head hanging low, “I hate myself every damn day for leaving you. I would kill any one of those bastards who hurt you then I realised im one of them. And I will never forgive myself for what I did to you,”

You could tell he was sincere. Sandor was rarely ever this emotional. Even when he told you what his brother did to him and what happened to his sister he never cried. But tears began to fall from his eyes.

You took his face in your hands and for once he didn’t flinch when you touched his scar. “I forgive you,” you said pressing your forehead against his, “but if you ever leave me again- “

“Never, never ever,” he said pulling you closer, “I will never leave your side.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” he replied and for the first time in years you leaned up and kissed him.

It was so soft at first you almost melted into his touch. One of his hands found your waist while the other softly held your jaw. Yours fell to his shoulders then around his neck for stability. You felt your feet lift off the ground as he straightened his back bringing his other hand back down to your waist. After a brief pause for air his lips returned to yours, this time with a deep desperation you had both been holding in for years.

Then of course someone had to come along and wolf whistle. Sandor released you from his grip however he quickly grabbed your hand. You turned to see Sansa and Jon standing by the edge of the court yard.

“Can you two not fuck in the courtyard?” Sansa said as she tried to hide her smile.

Jon’s face screwed up, “Don’t be weird Sansa she’s basically our sister,”

“Where can we fuck then?” Sandor asked and you couldn’t help but laugh at Jon’s face. Sandor grinned, “Sorry lad but you’ll have to get used to it. I’ll marry her first if you fetch me a maester though,”

Your head snapped towards him, “You’ll marry me?” you beamed.

“Of course, will marry you, you idiot. I promised I wouldn’t leave didn’t I?” you pulled him back in for another kiss much to Jon’s dismay who quickly stalked away, Sansa following behind laughing. You pulled back once Jon left, “Now where the fuck are your chambers?” he asked.

You took his hand, “Follow me,” and with that you two disappeared back to your chambers not to leave them for the next two days.

#sandor clegane #sandor clegane imagine #sandor clegane x reader #the hound #the hound imagine #the hound x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #got #got imagine #request #part 2

[artiststarme]

"A Little Fruity"

It was just an average night for the Munsons. Wayne was taking advantage of a rare night off to catch up on laundry and watch a rerun of one of his favorite Western films. Eddie was fiddling around the kitchen trying to create some sort of semi-edible dessert for the two to eat after they had finished their sodium-filled TV dinners. After creating a symphony of clunks and bangs, Eddie came bursting around the small island with a small plate and thrust it into Wayne’s face. 

“Here, try this. Isn’t it amazing? And it’s healthy!” He said excitedly, pushing the plate into Wayne’s hands and watching him take a small nibble. 

Wayne didn’t know what he made, some sort of berry danish or tart it seemed. It was alright but he wasn’t a huge fan of fruity desserts and much preferred richer flavors such as chocolate or caramel. But still, Eddie had tried his best to make a ‘fancy’ dessert and he deserved praise for that. 

“Pretty good, kid! It’s a little fruity though,” he said and gave his nephew a thumbs up while he shoved the entire tart into his mouth.  

“Hey, like me!” Immediately, Eddie realized what he said and tried to backtrack. “Um, not in a gay way!”

“That’s the only way,” Wayne said after a moment, raising an eyebrow. He maintained a calm composure, the direct opposite of Eddie who was on the verge of a panic attack. Eddie’s heart beat hard against his chest, his hands started to shake, and tears filled the brims of his eyes. 

Eddie couldn’t believe he’d been so careless with his words. He’d grown too comfortable and now he was going to pay the price. His uncle was going to abandon him and never talk to him again. And Eddie couldn’t even blame him. If he were him, he wouldn’t want his eccentric, fag of a nephew living with him either. He didn’t know what he could say to fix this. 

“Um…” Eddie couldn’t even speak through the fear clogging his throat. He hadn’t been this scared of Wayne since he was dropped at the man’s doorstep by the social worker when he was 11. It had taken months of Wayne slowly breaking down his walls and gaining his trust until he stopped being so afraid of him. But now with one small slip of tongue, he felt like he had reverted back to the little bald-headed kid he was back in the day that had feared everything.

Wayne, immediately recognizing the terrified glint in his wide eyes, set the plate of dessert next to him on the couch and raised his hands in comforting surrender. “Relax kid, I don’t care what you’re into as long as you’re happy. And safe. It’s alright, Eds. Calm down.”

He rose from his seat and approached his cowering nephew carefully, making sure his hands remained in Eddie’s point of view. Eddie watched him approach with wide eyes as he shook like a leaf. When Wayne placed his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, the boy immediately launched himself into his uncle’s arms for a comforting hug. His frame shook with the force of his cries and the whole time, Wayne just patted his shoulders and murmured comforting words in his ear. 

“It’s alright, kiddo. You’re still my boy, nothing's gonna change that. It’s alright, you’re okay. I know this isn’t how you wanted to tell me but it's okay.”

Wayne meant what he said. His boy was different in a lot of ways and he’d always accepted him before. He wasn’t going to turn on him just for loving who he loved. Times were hard on people like his nephew. Was he disappointed that Eddie was going to have a harder time finding love than his straight counterparts? Absolutely. But he knew it was beyond Eddie’s control and he would never blame him for that. Not for something he couldn’t control and probably not for some things he did have control over. 

Eddie whispered into his shoulder, “you don’t hate me?”

Wayne shook his head passionately, tightening his grip on his nephew. “Of course not! I’m always gonna love ya no matter what. There ain’t a thing you could do that would make me hate you, Eds.”

Eddie let out a weak chuckle, “even if I didn’t graduate again?”

“Even then.” 

“What if I murdered someone?” Eddie asked, words coming out more steadily with his worries assuaged. 

Wayne scoffed, “you can’t even kill the bugs, kid. You couldn’t murder anybody.”

Eddie pulled away enough to look him in the eyes. There was a smile on his face now but it was dimmed by the tears stuck on his pale face. “But if I did?”

“I’d be a little mad but I’d still help you hide the body. You’d probably have a reason. Now, stop yammering and get that guitar of yers. Show me that new tune you were working on.” Wayne said, swatting at his nephew’s tangled hair and pushing him away. 

He listened to his cackling as he went down the hall and shook his head. His boy was too good for this world and he could only hope that when he got hurt, he’d be able to pick up the pieces. 

~*~*~*~

Months later, Wayne remembered their conversation as he sat atop a picnic table outside his trailer smoking a cigarette. As soon as he’d seen the broken body of that young girl in the living room of his trailer, he knew it couldn’t have been Eddie. No, there was no world in which his sweet nephew would ever hurt another human being. It wasn’t in his nature. Eddie was theatrical and extravagant but he was also sensitive and tenderhearted. 

This horrific deed couldn’t have been his Eddie. Not when just a few months ago, he had come out to him with a joke about a goddamn fruit tart. Not when he’d nearly had a panic attack about being hated by the one person that was always in his corner. No, there was no way regardless of what these piece of shit cops said. He just hoped that he could convince them before things got any worse for his boy.

#I can’t believe I 'came out' to my dad through complaining about a sangria from Red Lobster #This is set a few months before S04 #Eddie comes back from nearly dying with Steve Harrington as his boyfriend #Eddie continues to joke about murder even after everything #stranger things #fanfic #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #uncle wayne #stranger things fanfiction

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You (2.0)

It’s Always Been You

(Kyoya x male reader story)

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Background Info: 

Here’s the main things about my y/n, first off his mom runs multiple casinos well known across Japan. Y/n is roughly 16-17, and lives alone. 

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Chapter One -A New Host!-

  The marble walls shone and echo the steps of a particular brunette searching this seemingly endless high school. 

  After another failed attempt at finding a quiet place to study, it felt as if every room felt students doing everything except doing work, finding ways to waste the mounts of free time they possess.

  Finally, the now mildly annoyed brunette gets to a supposedly empty music room, having no other options left, they open the door.

They’re greeted by a burst of light accompanied with a rush of rose petals, and—

 “Welcome!” 

The brunette was greeted by the school's very own host club.

 “This is a host club?” The brown haired questioned

 Two ginger twins spoke ignoring the student. 

“Wow, it’s a boy!”

 “Hikaru, kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn’t he?” Kyoya asked, already knowing the answer.

 The twins thought a minute before dryly saying.

 “Yeah, but he’s shy. He doesn’t act very sociable, so we don’t know much about him.”

“Well that wasn’t very polite.”

 Kyoya ootori tilted his head studying the commor.

 “Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor student.” Finally giving attention to the now very confused student.

 Before he could even respond, a now very eager blonde speaks.

    “What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka! You're an exceptional honor student we’ve heard about.” 

 Haruhi, very uncomfortable with the spotlight on him asks.

  “How do you know my name?” 

 “Well how wouldn’t we know about you?” Y/n asked Haruhi, clearly not getting through to him.

  “Why, you're infamous, it’s not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy.”  

 He continues,

  “You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student Mr. Fujioka.” Kyoya spoke clearly, hitting a nerve with Haruhi, who was barely processing anything.

“Well uh, thank you I guess” Haruhi was slowly getting a migraine at this point.

 The spotlight shifts over to the blonde.

 “You're welcome. You're a hero to other poor people, Fujioka. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy.” He now just prancing around, akin to a peacock.

 “It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others." 

 “I think you're taking this ‘poor’ thing too far.” Haruhi gets frustrated with the group.

 Tamaki ignores the feedback and keeps going.

“Spurned. Neglected. But that doesn’t matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor man, to our world of beauty.” Clearly not getting a hint.

 “I’m outta here.” Haruhi started to back away from the intrusive host club. 

 Mitsukuni starts going towards the fleeting brunette.

“Hey! Come back here Haru-chan! You must be like a superhero or something. That’s so cool!”

 Haruhi rebuttals.

 “I’m not a hero. And who are you calling ‘Haru-chan’?!” Haruhi has started to reach his limit with these rich people.

 Tamaki starts talking.

 “I never would’ve imagined the famous scholar would be so openly gay.” 

Y/n interjects.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Haruhi, who would rather be anywhere but here, asked.

 “Openly, what?”

Tamaki ignoring Haruhi for the third time starts.

 “So tell me what kind of guys are you into.” Invading the personal space of a very shaken Haruhi.

 “Do you like the strong, silent type? The boy Lolita?” He gestured to the duo.

“How about the mischievous type, maybe the space cadet or the cool type.” 

Y/n looks at Kyoya who’s writing in his sleek black notebook.

“Really space cadet? I don’t think I’m that bad at focusing.” Y/n who is now picking at his bitten nails.

“Really now, what’s the honor student's name?” Kyoya closed his book focusing on him now.

“….” Y/n looks off to the side racking his brain for anything.

“It’s Haruhi.” Kyoya said plainly.

Y/n went back to listening to Tamaki and Haruhi, quietly accepting defeat.

 “Uh… I, uh… it’s not like that, I was just looking for a quiet place to study.” Stammered getting backed into a va corner.

 Tamaki is still not getting the hint. And getting even closer to Haruhi.

“Or maybe… You’re into a guy like me. What do you say?” Scaring Haruhi.

 “Wait the vas-” before Y/n could finish, the elegant blue and white vase shattered by the brunette, despite his attempts of saving.

“Never mind..” Y/n mumbled before getting overlooked by the twins.

 “Aww..” the twins whined, now towering over the distressed honor student.

Y/n starts.

 “We were supposed to feature that renaissance vase in the school's upcoming auction.” 

Kaoru adds.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!”

 Haruhi, who is pale as a ghost, frantically runs the number through her head.

“Eight million yen!? How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?”

“Uh I’m gonna have to pay you back…” defeat filling his entire body.

The twins adding salt to a wound, states.

“With what money? You can’t even afford a school uniform.”  Hitting the point home to an already stressed commoner.

“You're going to  end up paying us one way or another.” Y/n shrugs, thinking of other options.

“Well, what do you think we should do about this Tamaki?” Kyoya looked at Tamaki who is now dramatically sitting in a chair.

“There’s a famous saying you may have heard Fujioka, ‘when in Rome, you should do as the Romans do.’ Since you have no money, you can pay with your body. That means starting today, you’re the Host Club’s dog.”

Haruhi is now just a shell of a person, talking to himself over his current situation and comes of it.

Mitsukuni pokes Haruhi, no reaction.

“I think we killed him.” Y/n waves his hand over Haruhi’s blank face.

The next day….

   The sounds of chatter danced across the elegant walls, filled with girls who have too much time on their hands. And hosts who also have way too much time on their hands.

Tamaki is entertaining his usual customers, who are just hanging on to his every word. When a voice grabs his attention.

“May I have a word with you Tamaki?” Seika Ayanokoji spoke.

She continues. “I’ve recently heard the club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.” She spoke with underlying bitterness.

 “I don’t know if I’d call him that.” Tamaki responded.

Haruhi walks in the bustling room with a paper bag. Along with y/n, helping carry the extra groceries.

“Speak of the devil!” Tamaki declared.

“Thanks for doing the shopping little piglet. Did you get everything on the list?” Tamaki Turing his full attention on the male.

“What? Piglet?” Haruhi questioned.

 Tamaki snatched the bag out of Haruhi’s hand before inspecting a brown container.

“Hey, wait a minute, what’s this?” Tamaki studies the container, puzzled by it.

“Just what it looks like. It’s coffee” Haruhi deadpanned.

An unbelieving Tamaki inspects the suspicious coffee before speaking again.

“I’ve never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that’s already ground?” 

“What do you mean? It’s instant coffee.” Haruhi is baffled by the lack of awareness coming from the blonde.

The girls who’ve been listening the entire time but in.

“It’s instant?” 

“Tamaki, it’s the kind you add hot water to powder.” Y/n explains, before Tamaki could say anything.

 “I didn't know there was such a thing” a girl said in shock. Another girl joins in.

 “So it is true then. Poor people don’t have enough time to grind their own coffee beans” said as if it was a revolutionary concept.

Kyoya appears out of the blue and adds his thoughts.

 “Commoners are pretty smart.” 

Twins join in the chaos taking the instant coffee in their own hands.

“Hundred grams for three-hundred yen.” 

 “That’s a lot less than what we normally pay.”

Haruhi, fed up with the commotion over coffee, takes the coffee back.

“I’ll go back and get something else. Excuse me for not buying you guys expensive coffee.” Frustration leaking with every word. 

 But before Haruhi could do so, Tamaki stood with dozens of other eyes peering at the coffee.

“No, I’ll keep it.” He said, causing a multitude of gasps from the guests.

“ I’m going to give it a try.” Causing more shock throughout the pretentious group.

   “I will drink this coffee!” He stood lifting the coffee in the air. An array of applause erupted at Tamaki's display of bravery.

A dumb founded Haruhi stood there as he was made to make ‘commoners coffee’ for everyone. 

“I’ll help yo-“ y/n gets talked over by a bitter redhead.

“Oh Tamaki, now you’re taking the joke too far. Your palette won’t be able to stomach that crap. You don’t have to drink it just because he bought it.”

Haruhi paused and looked at the girl. But the redhead continued.

“Sorry I’m just talking to myself.” She said staring daggers at him

“Haruhi!” Tamaki called. Causing Haruhi to rush over to the demand of the group.

After a few minutes multiple teacups are placed before Tamaki and the rest.

“Let the tasting begin!”

As girls spoke their concerns with this mysterious instant coffee, Tamaki quickly charmed the girls out of their fear.

After everyone went back to their usual duties, leaving Haruhi and y/n watching everyone do their job.

“Shouldn’t you be entertaining your guests.” Haruhi look to see the twins doing their typical routine.

“I don’t have a lot of guests so most of the time I just end up doing nothing ” Y/n answered.

Mitsukuni walks in with Mori behind him. Causing Haruhi a lot of confusion. 

“Is that boy really a third year student?” 

“Honey-senpai may seem young and childish, but he's a prodigy.” Y/n said. 

Causing Kyoya to come out of his place of hiding.

“And mori-senpai’s allure is his strong and silent disposition.” Kyoya added 

“Uh..” Haruhi is barely understanding anything.

Mitsukuni grabs Haruhi’s attention.

“Haru-chan!”  

Causing Haruhi to yelp not expecting Honey-senpai.

“Hey Haru-chan, do you want to go and have some cake with me?” Honey asked, looking up at Haruhi.

“Thanks, but I don’t really like cake.” Haruhi stammered.

Honey holds up a pink fuzzy bunny up to Haruhi.

“Then how would you like to hold my bunny Usa-chan?” Honey gave the sweetest puppy eyes.

“I'm not into bunnies.” Haruhi politely declined.

“Are you saying you don’t like Usa-chan?” Honey looked as if he was about to cry.

“I- I guess he is kinda cute, huh?” 

The bunny gets shoved into Haruhi’s hands.

“Take care of him, okay?” Honey giggles before running off to cater to the guests.

Kyoya, without looking up from his book, starts talking again.

“You’ll notice that our club utilized each man’s unique characteristics to cater to the desire of the guests. Just so you know, Tamaki is number one around here, he's the king. His request rate is seventy percent.” 

“What’s this world coming to?” Haruhi exasperated.

Kyoya continues. 

 “And in order to pay back your eight million yen debt with us, you will act as the Ouran Host Club’s dog until you graduate.”

 “I’m sorry I mean errand boy, you can run away If you want Haruhi, but just so you know, my family employs a private police force of 100 officers. By the way, do you have a passport?” Kyoya looked up from his notebook.

“Huh?” 

Tamaki appears behind Haruhi,

“You're gonna have to work hard to pay off that debt. My little nerd~.” Tamaki cooed into Haruhi’s ear.

Haruhi understandably jumps up and backs away from the prince.

“Never do that again.” He said hyperventilating.

“Tamaki please don’t make me use a spray bottle again.” Y/n states pinching his eyes in frustration.

Tamaki once again ignores Y/n.

“You need a makeover or girls won’t ever look twice at you.”

 “Yeah well I’m not trying to get girls to look at me.” Haruhi argues with the dense blonde.

After Tamaki goes into a rant about how important it is to be a gentleman to the ladies and other nonsense, Haruhi speaks his reason why.

“ I just don’t think it’s that important.” Causing Tamaki to be more puzzled at the concept.

“Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean what really matters is what’s on the inside right? I don’t understand why you even have a host club like this.” Haruhi bluntly said, striking a nerve with Tamaki.

“Cruel reality isn’t it?” Tamaki asked.

After what felt like hours of a one sided debate, Haruhi finally stopped Tamaki.

“Oh did I strike a cord?” Tamaki smirked.

“Obnoxious!” Haruhi said, breaking the blondes heart.

Twins laughing came over to Haruhi.

“You’re a hero alright!” 

“ I’m sorry Senpai, but your lesson did strike a chord with me.” Haruhi politely explained. Causing Tamaki’s mood to boost up.

 “Really? It did? Let me show you more. My friend.” 

“He got over that quick.” 

“Boss?” The twins looked towards tamaki 

 “Call me king.” Tamaki corrected.

The twins carry on.

 “You can teach him the basics of hosting but.. he’s not going to get very far with the ladies if he doesn’t look the part you know. He’s not exactly host club material.” The twins proceeded to remove the honor students' glasses.

 Revealing a gorgeous face behind the specs.

“Hey! I need those. I used to have contacts but I lost them on the first day of school.” Haruhi explained but it came to deaf ears.

Tamaki snapped his fingers.

“Hikaru, Kaoru.”

“Got it!”

 The twins ran off while Tamaki sent out more orders.

“Kyoya, my hairstylist. Mori senpai, go to the eye doctor and get him contact lenses.”

As the others went off it left y/n and Honey-senpai left.

“What about us Tama-chan?” Honey asked innocently.

“Honey senpai.” Tamaki said.

“Yes sir!” Honey responded.

“You…go have some cake”

“Looks like it’s just me and you-…” y/n starts but honey-senpai is off sadly eating cat with Usa-chan.

“Never mind… I guess.”

The twins come back and throw Haruhi into a changing room along with the purple uniform. Causing the twins to get thrown out by Haruhi. 

 Everyone gathered around the changing room waiting with bated breath until-

“Um, senpai?”

“Aren’t you done changing yet?” Tamaki asked.

“Are you sure it’s really okay for me to keep this uniform?” Haruhi is fidgeting with the cuffs on his sleeves.

Tamaki rushes closer to Haruhi along with everyone else.

“Cute! You're as pretty as a girl! Adorable!” Tamaki said tears welled in his eyes.

“You think he knows?” Y/n questioned tilting his head towards Kyoya.

“Highly unlikely.” He said

“Haru-chan you look so cute!”

“If we had known that’s how you really look… we would’ve helped you way sooner.” The twins say, looking at the new Haruhi.

“Who knows, maybe he’ll draw in some new customers.” Kyoya chimes in.

“ You know, that’s just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up in the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your eight million debt!”

“A host?” Haruhi is shocked at what is happening.

Haruhi is now at a table surrounded by girls, getting asked a multitude of questions. At the start he stumbles through, really unsure of what to do. After a while Haruhi starts talking about his long gone mom, which causes the girls to grow emotional and become attached to the new host.

Tamaki is spying on Haruhi over the sofa blatantly ignoring his guests. 

“Why is he so popular?” Tamaki question.

“He’s a natural.” Kyoya calmly spoke.

“No training needed.” Y/n agreed.

“Unlike you y/n.” The twins teased.

“I wasn’t that bad on my first day!” Y/n argued. The twins have a knowing glance and started laughing.

A familiar voice breaks Tamaki’s attention.

“Have you forgotten about me?” Seika said, jealousy painted over her face.

Tamaki quickly regained composure, and responded.

“Oh, no. Sorry princess. I’m just a little concerned about our newest host.”

Her eyes narrow and look at the host.

“Well that’s obvious Tamaki. You sure have been keeping an eye on him.” Her tone grew more bitter.

“Of course I have to. I’m training him to be a gentleman like me!” He declares. 

 The other girls giggle and Tamaki calls over Haruhi.

Haruhi excuses himself and goes to Tamaki. 

“What’s up?”

“I'd like you to meet someone. This is my regular guest, Princess Ayanokoji.”

He gestures towards the girl.

“Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He politely smiled.

Tamaki fussed over Haruhi again but this time refusing to let go despite the protests from the male.

 Causing Haruhi to call out for Mori-senpai’s help.

Mori rushes over to the two and swiftly lifts Haruhi away from Tamaki. Surprising Haruhi in the process.

 “Mori-senpai you really didn’t have to go that far.”

“Come on little one, let daddy give you a hug!” Tamaki is now back to babying Haruhi.

“I’ve already got a dad, I don't need another one!”

Later on the next day the club continues except now with the lack of Haruhi.

 And as you would expect Tamaki is worried, and asking all of the hosts on the whereabouts of him yet to no luck. 

 Finally he asked y/n.

“I believe he’s looking for his bag last time I checked.”

  Tamaki runs off to look for him.

Y/n look around the room for a host who isn’t busy. As luck would have it the twins were free.

“Hikaru, Karuo! Wanna play cards?” Y/n called out to the two.

 They walked over as Y/n set up the game.

“What do you want to bet with this time?” Y/n said finishing dealing the cards.

After a few rounds, the twins grew bored and ended up wandering off to do who knows what.

The end of the day comes and y/n packs up and starts to head home. But as y/n went by the crystal windows he saw Haruhi and Tamaki in the school pond drenched in water with Haruhi’s bag emptied across the water. He smiled and continues his walk.

 Haruhi is now stuck hosting with the redhead girl. The tension was deathly uncomfortable. It was clear to anyone they didn’t like each other.

Glass shattered along with screams.

“No, Haruhi! Leave me alone! Somebody help, he just attacked me!” She whined, causing the entire room to look at her and Haruhi who is now on top of her.

“Somebody do something! Teach this commoner a lesson!” She yells more.

The twins pour water on the two, shutting the princess up.

“Why did you do that? Do something, Tamaki, Haruhi just assaulted me!” She tried putting on the victim act.

“I’m disappointed in you. You threw his bag into the pound, didn’t you?” Tamaki said no longer having his usual cheerful smile.

She was taken aback and try to turn things around.

“You don’t know that. Do you have any proof I did?” She argued the act slowly slipping 

As he finally kicked her out permanently, the last people now in the room after all this was just the hosts.

  Tamaki turns to Haruhi who is still soaked in water.

“Hmmm.. now how am I going to punish you after all it is your fault. I got it! Your quota is now 1000!”

“Haruhi here kyoya helped me get another uniform” y/n hands Haruhi the bag. “Sorry it might not be your style but it's better than nothing!”

 Haruhi goes and changes to the new uniform.

Tamaki went off to bring Haruhi towels, clearing thinking this was a bright idea.

“Wait, should we send him to help Haruhi?” 

“He needs to find out one way or another.” 

“But I mean-“

Screams erupt from the other room, it seems like he found out.

Nothing Haruhi is saying is going through to Tamaki. But Tamaki flushes when he hears Haruhi compliment him.

Kyoya turns to y/n

“Now I may be wrong but I think we may be witnessing the beginning of love here.” 

 Y/n smiled.

“To be fair I think it started well before he found out.” 

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Note: Hi I’m back from the dead!

Sorry for being gone for like a year but here we go

#x reader #kyoya is gay #kyoya ootori x reader #lgbtq #kyoya x reader #Ftm #ohshc #Gay #kyoya ootori #gay people

[innytoes]

More Dark Fantasy AU because when have I ever left well enough alone and @jmrothwell made me the prettiest moodboard.

-Rose's great grandmother was a changeling. Her great great grandparents went to the fair folk because they were having trouble conceiving a child and made a deal. They got their baby... only for it to be swapped with a changeling after a few months.

-They went to the fae like: um excuse me we want our child back. No we're not giving you this one, a deal's a deal. We gave you our heirloom music box to grow our family, it's not our fault you gave us two. You still have the music box so no refunds.

-That story had been passed down for generations and Ray always thought it was a sweet fairytale about found family and loving people even if they're not related by blood or a bit different. But nope, guess it was real.

-In true Molina fashion Ray is thus like: welp guess I have four new children now.

-Four very weird new children. At least Reggie is only a little bit out of time, but he's had to stop Luke from getting run over by a car at least four times already.

-Alex came from the 1920s and was promised a life where he could be himself, be as gay as he wanted, and dance the night away.

-Years and years of non-stop dancing, his feet moving against his will, was a very harsh lesson to learn about not making deals with the fae.

-The boys can all go invisible, but Julie can still see them.

-Victoria taking 3 minutes to freak out at the whole situations and shouting about demons while Willie tries to continue having a pleasant conversation with her and Reggie is like: hey, words hurt. ... And then she realises the stories her abuela told her and Rose were real and sets right to feeding these poor kids.

-Yes it takes some convincing that they can eat food here and still leave. Carlos demonstrates by eating and apple and prancing in and out of the door.

-Ray was pretty okay with his four new children. Getting the guys up to speed of Life on Earth In 2020 is... a bit hit and miss. Explaining the microwave to his new kids: great! They get it! They're so smart (especially when it comes to food). Forgetting to mention to take the tinfoil off the stuff Tía left in the fridge: less great! Especially because Willie is strangely enchanted by the fire extinguisher.

-They of course each have their own things they're excited about. Reggie is freaking out over the new Star Wars. Luke discovered Rock music. Alex is deep in a Britney Spears phase, and, to Julie's slight annoyance, a Dirty Candi phase.

-Willie is baffled and delighted by all kinds of odd things, and has fallen in love with waves. He tries to explain that it's kind of like home, without the bad parts: constant, the same, but ever-changing.

-Willie takes up surfing and Alex nearly swallows his tongue.

-Other human and earth things Willie is enchanted by: friendship bracelets, lava lamps, theramins, glittery gel pens, salt and vinegar chips, cats, and of course, skateboards.

-Out of all of his kids, Willie is definitely the one Ray worries the most about. The other boys are just out of time, but Willie has no reference for human culture or... anything.

-Like he doesn't understand that people crying or yelling or being in pain means they cannot do something because... well, that's just what Caleb expected. He doesn't understand that not everything needs to be a trade. He seems weirdly upset all days are the same length.

-Carlos made a sign that says 'it's been 0 days since Willie has done or said some freaky stuff'. The counter has never been higher than 1.

-Willie, staring straight into Ray's soul and is it just him or did his pupils and irises disappear to be replaced by an endless galaxy for just a moment: "The birds say you left a bag of groceries in your caw and your ice cream is melting."

-The ice cream is saved, the birds are fed some sunflower seeds, and Ray decides that Willie picking up language from the crows is not on the top of his list of priorities.

-Until the crows teach him to swear.

#julie and the phantoms #kidnapped by the fae au #I wrote a thing #I've only had creepy changeling willie who isn't entirely human anymore for 15 minutes #but if anything were to happen to him etc etc

[minnielvr]

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y/n left the cafe and made her way over to the jyp building. she called felix and asked him to come out and get her.

"y/n!! hii" felix came running to her

"hey babe" y/n went in for a hug

the couple hugged and walked into the building, then got into the elevator. while they were going up, y/n started thinking about meeting his members, and what would happen if they didnt like her.

"felix im like actually really scared to meet them, what if they dont like me?"

felix grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards himself. "hey no no no dont think like that, im sure they are going to love you. your funny and pretty and your really chill"

y/n nodded her head and just hoped felix was positive about this. the elevator reached the floor of the dance room the boys were at and the couple walked out, and then headed towards the room. they stopped infront and and both took a deep breath.

"you sure you're okay with this?" felix asked y/n just to make sure

"yea..i think im fine"

felix them knocked on the door and peeked inside, mouthing something to his members then looking back at y/n and told her to come in. y/n walked in the room and said hello, trying her best to mask her nervousness with a bright smile.

"hiii im y/n"

"OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU IN PERSON FOR SO LONG" han yelled and ran up to her and gave her a hug.

she laughed and hugged him back, after that, all the other members came to greet her and they all got acquainted very quickly.

"so y/n i know you have a job but are you in college or anything?" chan asked y/n

"ahh i actually just graduated college this year! im planning to go to grad school."

y/n and the boys conversed a bit more before y/n remembered the cookies she made.

"oh guys! i made cookies for all of you!" y/n pulled out the contained from her bag and started passing them out. all the boys thanked her and ate them, complimented her baking skills.

later y/n realized that she had completely overstayed her stay as it was nearing 40 minutes that she was there.

"oh my god! sorry for staying so long! i really have to get back to work though." y/n started packing her bag and got up.

"awww okay it was nice to meet you!" a few of the members whined.

"here y/n let me walk you out" felix got up and walked towards you.

y/n and felix walked out the door and y/n waved at the members. the couple started toward the elevator and got inside. talking about the day. the elevator stopped and dropped them off at the lobby. felix walked y/n to the front door and then gave her a squeeze on her hand while trying to be discreet about it, as he didnt want anyone to catch on.

"call me tonight yea?"

"okayyy bye felix!" she made a little kissy face at him and walked out the door, still waving her hand. felix laughed and did the same, then sighed and walked back. oh how he wishes he could just tell everyone that your his and hes yours.

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[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Eleven - (The Sue Sylvester Shuffle) Its All About Football

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: Who knew that thrusting the bully filled football team and the glee club that they target would lead to such chaos? Honestly, you probably should have expected as much.

Word Count: 9,317

WARNINGS: Anger, violence, eating things that you shouldn’t, almost cheating.

(A/N): Sorry for the short delay, I have recently gotten terribly sick, and am still going through it.

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The new year had sprung, and with it, new experiences. Ones that weren't necessarily good.

With one of your feet resting upon the back of a chair, you slouched in another. Awaiting the arrival of the Glee Club's Director so that the lesson could finally start.

Soaked through, stained red, frozen, and with sloppy ice laying upon him, in rolled Arite. His presence being announced by a pitying Tina.

"Oh, my God. Artie."

Anger filled you as Brittany rushed down to attend to her boyfriend, instantly realising who had done this, no proof necessary.

"It was awful," the boy whimpered.

Finn Hudson felt the same way you did, outrage flowing through his veins, causing his limbs to shake.

"That's it," he seethed, "Screw rehearsal! This ends here and now."

"Oh, hell yeah!" you yelled, jumping up from your seat, following the boys that all wore letterman jackets, much to the displeasure of Quinn and your sister.

"We're gonna go all Thunderdome on those guys!"

You would have questioned Puck's reference if it weren't for the objects of your anger striding through the doors of the choir room themselves. Wearing letterman jackets of their own, suddenly you stuck out like a sore thumb in the mass of football players.

"So, this is what the ladies' lounge looks like on the inside."

"This is the choir room," Sam replied to the curly-haired blonde jock, "Now, put up your fists because you and I are gonna do some dancin'."

Ever wanting to be the leader, Finn reached out a hand to the boy's chest, stopping him from advancing, altho pointlessly as he didn't even make to move towards the group, as they chuckled in reply.

"No, I got this, Sam."

Insulted, the boy quickly shoved his arm away from his body.

"There's too much talking, not enough fighting, for my liking."

The same football player scoffed at you, "Yeah, you sure put up a fight against us last time."

"Well, maybe this time we can go one-on-one, instead of five of you fuckers ganging up on me like a bunch of pussies. Ask Karofsky. I'm sure he would be happy to tell ya' how well I fair in a fair fight."

The boy in question rolled his eyes, trying to act tough in front of his friends, deciding to change the subject before you ended up showing them all the proof to your statement.

"Coach Beiste told us to come. Where is she?"

As it turns out, right behind the. Along with Mr Schuester.

"Watching it." She pushed through the boys, gesturing to the maroon chairs. "Everyone have a seat."

"You too, guys," Mr Schue said, "All right. New Directions," he continued once everyone had done as told, standing side by side with the coach, preparing to give the announcement, "Let's give a warm welcome to the newest members of Glee Club."

There was outrage all around.

The Glee Club members insulted by the presence of their main tormenters infiltrating their safe space.

And the jocks. Purely because they thought it was lame or "gay", and they were far too worried about how they -and others- were perceived to understand that people do things purely because they enjoyed it. No matter how it could make them look on the outside to everyone else.

"Oh, hell to the no, Mr Schue!" Mercedes yelled over all the riot, "Are you serious?!"

"This is some sick God damn joke, and I do not appreciate it!"

The teacher rose his hands, trying to calm the teenagers, as Azimio jumped to his feet. As Coach Beiste commanded them to with a couple,

"hey"s.

"Are you serious?" Finn stood up now in outrage. "These are the guys who made Kurt transfer."

"Mainly one," you bit, harsh glare directed towards Karofsky.

"And there's no way I am sharing the choir room with a known homophobe," your sister spoke, pointing at the boy who couldn't make eye contact with anyone in the room, herself.

"I don't disagree with you guys."

"So why are they here?!" you yelled, jumping up yourself, "Why is he here?!"

"Because Y/N, I talked to Coach Beiste about it, and she and I both agreed that the kind of bullying that David does is born out of ignorance. Sit down, Y/N."

A hot breath slowly exited your nose as you steadily lowered yourself back into the chair beside your sister. Fixing the man with a death stare for your troubles, thanks to how angry you were.

"Having him in here, as difficult as it may be for us, is an opportunity to show him and the rest of the guys that being in Glee Club is kind of cool. You know, find some common ground."

Coach Beiste took over the man's speech, pointing a hand towards the football players gathering on the left side of the room. "All of you are gonna be in this Glee Club for one week. No exceptions."

"She's bluffing," Karofsky told his buddies, "Next week is the championship game. Without us, she has no team."

"With you, have no team! You guys have gotta find a way to come together, or we're gonna get our asses kicked from here until Tuesday finds a saddlebag full of buckwheat."

You still didn't get her metaphors.

"If I have to stay, I'm not singing no show tunes," Azimio voiced, "That is the music of my oppressors."

"Do you even have any idea what we do in here?" Finn questioned in exasperation.

"No." Mr Schue shook his head. "None of them do. We have to show them. Rachel, Puck. Haven't you guys been working on something? Why don't you give it a whirl?"

"Fine. As offended as I am by their presence here, I won't let anything get in the way of a performance," she stated as Puckerman angrily removed his jacket, shooting the jocks a glare as he reached for his guitar.

After that, quite frankly, in your opinion, disgusting performance between the delinquent and your sister. Including the boy making threatening moves toward the football players, everything seemed calm once the song ended. A lull in the tense atmosphere. Until it was brought back tenfold. Making you roll your eyes at Azimio's words.

"The girl with the mohawk had a really nice voice."

Puckerman smiled towards him sarcastically, acting as if he were in on the joke, removing his guitar. Before the instrument was soon turned into a weapon, and he rushed the boy.

Everyone jumped up then.

Some to stop the attempted violence.

Others to join it.

You were one of the latter.

Or so you tried to be.

With Quinn pushing at your chest, keeping you away from the fray whilst still hurling her yells at the jocks. And Mike, with his arms wrapped around yours, tugging with the blonde's pushes.

"You've had some shitty ideas in your time, Mr Schue! But this one takes the cake!"

His eyes fluttered at your words, his back pressing against the coach's who held Puckerman at bay, also trying to stop the group of teens from going full gladiator mode against each other.

"Great first day, right?" he remarked sarcastically, Beiste returning it with her own statement.

"Awesome!"

It was like you had gone deaf.

One second, cries of anger filled the room. The next? Nothing.

And that was all thanks to one thing.

One sight you caught out of the corner of your eye.

The wild kicking of your sister's tight-clad legs thanks to being hoisted into the air. The perpetrator? A random jock who had been forced into the club for the week. Stopping her from pouncing onto one of his teammates.

Quinn grew worried at your sudden silence and lack of movement, Mike's head poking around to see why you had stopped, considering that was so unlike you.

They didn't have the chance to follow your line of sight as you dropped to a bend, easily slipping out of Mike's distracted hold, causing Quinn to tumble into the Asian boy.

"Oh, so you wanna die today?!" your roar made the others in the room pause mid-action, turning to face where you now stood facing the boy holding your sister still.

The same boy whose eyes were wide as saucers, with enough fear in them to rival someone staring down the barrel of a gun.

Quickly dropping your sister, the jock high-tailed it outta there. But you weren't about to stand for that, chasing him instantly.

Taking any means necessary to defend your sister, including using all your skill to jump onto the piano in one steep step, using it as a means of a shortcut as the boy rushed through the door.

With you not too far behind him, Mercedes yelled, "He's gonna see God!"

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You were still furious after that whole ordeal in Glee Club. And after punching a bag of sand didn't seem to help, you decided to take a jog around the track.

Only for your jogged movements to stumble into a stop at the giant flame-painted 'WHMS' cannon sat in the middle of the football field. Mouth dropped in pure confused disbelief, so much more so that you hardly noticed the head cheerleader walking up to you.

"What's with the cannon?" you asked her dumbfounded, pointing towards the object when she paused beside you, the other Cheerios walking by, heading back into the warmer school.

"Sue bought it."

"She a pirate now?"

"She's planning on shooting Brittany out of it."

"Right." You nodded before her words finally sank into you and got you to tear your sights off of the dangerous contraption and peer down at the girl. "Wait. What?!"

"Don't worry, I'm gonna talk to Mr Schue about it right now."

"You want me to come with?"

She shook her head in denial, hands deep in her jacket pockets, "I'll be fine. Hey, uh, what happened to that guy you were chasing?"

"He's really fast," you grumbled, eyes glaring down at the ground below you. "He got to his car and drove off before I could reach him."

"I can't say I'm not glad. Don't want you to be suspended again. Or worse. Going to prison for murdering him."

Huffing, you folded your arms across your chest, pointedly not looking at the blonde.

"Come on." A cold palm rubbed against your arm, coaxing you to look up at its owner. "You know I'm right."

"Doesn't mean I can't be mad about it," you mumbled.

"Has anyone ever said you're like a big baby?"

"No. But apparently, I did drink your breast milk, so it only makes sense."

"You're disgusting." Quinn smiled.

"You love me."

'I love you'

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He wouldn't look at you.

There you were, bracketed in between two cheerleaders, each with tight grips upon your forearms, glaring over at the boy who had grabbed your sister.

You weren't planning on storming him... much.

But thanks to Santana and Brittany's hold upon you, you weren't able to, no matter what. Knowing how feisty Santana would get, especially if Brittany were involved.

But you were still so deep into your glare that you had entirely blanked what Mr Scuester had been saying.

That was until Karofaky voiced his outcry.

"No fricking way!"

Finally, you turned to face your teacher as he spoke, "We don't have a choice. Sue pulled the Cheerios from the game, so if we don't do it, there's no halftime show."

"And this is a problem because?" Zizes pressed.

"Well, isn't the halftime show the best thing about a football game?" you remarked, but Coach Beiste decided to give an answer of her own.

"It's not a problem. It's an opportunity."

"Opportunity to humiliate ourselves," the curly blonde football player replied.

"Hey. The whole point of this week was to bring you guys together. To bring the school together."

"Wait, so you want us to play the first half, change into some "sequin" ball gowns, and then go out and do the halftime show at our own championship game?" Azimio asked his coach.

"Yes."

"You're gonna be tired," you poked fun at the jocks in a sing-song voice as they groaned.

"It's the championship game!" Azimio jumped up. "This is a crazy town! This is crazy!"

"What about the Cheerios in Glee Club?" Finn asked over the other jocks' squabbling.

"They have a choice," Mr Schue stated, "Us. Or the Cheerios competition."

"Well, obviously Quinn is gonna choose the Cheerios," your sister remarked bitterly, gesturing down to the blonde seated beside Brittany.

"How do you know that?" you asked as Quinn shot her a glare.

"Yeah, that's not fair," Finn joined ranks with you, "You don't know what she's gonna do."

"I think the cheerleading is gonna be a lot of fun," Mr Schuester stated, still hoping to coax them into staying with his next words, "But if you go, you're gonna miss out on us doing the most iconic song of all time."

"Spooky?" you questioned.

"Yes, Y/N. "Spooky"." He pointed your way. "In fact, the Super Bowl of pop anthems: 'Thriller'."

The Glee Club side of the room grew excited by the news, as the jocks looked less than pleased.

"Yeah, remember a few years ago when that Philippine prison did that mega performance of 'Thriller' and put it on YouTube?" Now, in the four months it took to rehearse that number, prisoner-on-prisoner crime dropped eighty per cent. Doing that. Together. As a team. Created a unity within that prison. And that's what I'm looking to do here."

"Send us to prison?"

"I mean, don't get me wrong, you know. I'm big on Micheal and everything, but isn't that kinda what they're expecting us to do?" Mercedes asked, shrugging her shoulders, with her arms still deep within the pockets of her hoodie.

Pointing to the girl, Mr Schuester was happy to continue his announcement, "Which is why we're gonna mash it together with the 'Yeah Yeah Yeahs' equally spooky single, 'Heads Will Roll'."

"Oh, this is gonna be so cool," you gushed to yourself.

"Who's 'Yeah Yeah Yeah'?"

At Azimio's question, you called over, "They're a band, big guy."

"New Directions," Beiste spoke to the club, turning to her football members, "Titans. We're going to zombie camp." To which she solidified with a sharp blow of her whistle.

---

'Zombie Camp' was fun.

Even with the football players shoving one another thanks to their stumbling feet.

But by the end of the first lesson, the team and football players were at least making some good progress. And your director seemed to think so too, with his clapping.

"All right. Nice progress, guys. Let's take a breather, and I'll see you in the choir room for a lesson in zombie make-up."

"Make-up?" Azimio voiced affronted, following after the group as members of the Glee Club kept up the zombie act, "No, no, no, no, no."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," his coach countered.

"It's not make-up like that."

"How else could it be?" he asked you.

"It's not the kind that makes you look pretty," you explained, gesturing your arms around, "This stuff is meant to make you look gross and gory."

"That sounds a bit better, I guess," the large boy mumbled.

You were mid-way through your zombi make-up, working on the giant gash across your face, when you spotted the football player by your side, about to smush something into his eye. Something that he thought was regular make-up.

Snapping your hand out, you grasped his wrist mear inches from his face.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not?"

"That stuff will glue your eye shut. Trust me, I've done it before. Lost like fifteen eyelashes ripping it open."

The boy dropped the sponge onto the table, reacting like the thing had just bit them and it was poisonous.

"Yeah, wise decision."

---

"What did you get on the math homework yesterday?"

Turning to Sam as you walked down the school's halls, you asked, "We had math homework?"

The blonde boy looked at you obviously, making the small amount of dread he had given you to flood larger.

"Shit."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you can talk to her about it," the boy said, referencing your math teacher and patting your shoulder.

"Oh, you are so naive." You recognised that voice, even from almost halfway down the hall. Quinn. "This whole school is about labels."

"Wow." You also knew that scoffed tone. Finn.

Patting Sam a few times against his arm, you pointed out the two squabbling teenagers before you were about to round the corner. Literally pointing them out, as you said, "Uh, dude."

"I never realised you were so freaking weak."

"Oh? I-"

"What did you say?"

Finn spun at the sound of Sam's voice, only to spot you side by side with the blonde.

"All the Cheerios quit Glee Club."

You peered over to Quinn to see if it were true. Who silently shook her head and shrugged at your sadly.

"So, why are you yelling at my girlfriend about it?"

"I'm yelling at her because I'm the leader of this team."

"You are swimming in hypocrisy, Finn," you told the boy, who looked confuddled beyond belief.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means that you're acting all high and mighty for someone who's done the exact same thing. Or do I have to remind you of how you ditched the club, too, in favour of being on the football team last year?"

"That's not the same!" he tried to excuse, "I didn't have any other choice."

"Yes, you did. You had the same choice that Quinn had now."

"But I made it better. And I felt really bad about it!"

"Yeah, well, I'm sure she feels pretty fuckin' bad about it, too."

Quinn's eyes fluttered at you, shoulders dropping softly, suddenly so thankful you were here.

"Why are you always sticking up for her? For everything," the tall boy sneered, "You've got a problem with me acting like this, being a leader, but you have no issue with her?"

"Well, maybe it's time for a change at the top," Sam jumped back in.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"This is kinda hot, actually."

At Quinn's words, you took a glance at her before processing her words and looking at her properly.

"Good to know," you said with a nod. Receiving a light push t your arm from the girl's boyfriend, to which you playfully tapped his own back in retaliation.

Finn, who had also been looking at the girl over his shoulder, turned back once Sam began talking again, giving you the opportune chance to lean over to her with your whispered question.

"That includes my participation too, right?"

Quinn rolled her eyes at you dramatically. The smile she tried to force away told you all you had to know. Making a confident grin pull across your own face.

"It means that maybe the reason everyone hates us is because we need some new leadership," Sam gave the boy some, quite honest, truth, "Face it, you've had your feet in both worlds for a year now and never been able to bring them together. I guarantee you, if Y/N were on the football team-" He gestured to you, using you as an example for his point. "-Things would be in harmony right now."

"Thanks, man." You smiled, catching Finn glaring at you. "What? I'm not allowed to take a compliment?"

"Point is," Sam stressed, continuing, "Maybe someone else could."

"What? As in maybe, you?"

"Or me, apparently."

"As in yes," Sam replied to Finn.

"Well, maybe we should settle this right now," Finn challenged.

"Bring it." Sam pushed the boy ever so lightly.

Pushing the blonde back in his chest, Finn replied, "Brung."

"Oh, well, this is childish," you stated, watching as the boys carried on shoving each other, getting harsher each time.

Quinn thought the same thing as you, watching them with judging eyes.

"Yeah, you want some more of that? You like that?" Finn egged him on.

"Really, guys? Really?"

"What are you doing?" you squinted at the two. "This isn't how you fight. Throw a punch- Ow!" Rubbing at the now sore skin under the shirt of your arm, you looked wide-eyed at Quinn after the glaring blonde had just pinched you. Which you decided to use to your advantage. "Yeah, even start pinching. That'll be better than this shoving bullshit."

Before the boys' "fight" could grow any harsher, Mr Schue jumped in between them with a yell.

"Hey, hey. How many fights do I have to break up this week?"

"Oh, don't worry, Mr Schue. That wasn't a fight." You waved the man off, to which you went ignored at the teacher was still far too focused on keeping the boys separated.

"Now, calm down. And get back to Glee Club." He tugged Sam around, pushing him down the corridor. "Come on."

"Hope to see you there," Finn said, turning to Quinn before walking off himself.

You rolled your eyes at the boy's departing form.

"Don't listen to him..." you would have said more to the Cheerio if you hadn't gotten so distracted. Now beaming at her brightly.

"Why are you smiling?"

You gestured to the gold necklace you had gotten her for Christmas, hanging around her neck, below her signature gold cross. "You're wearing it."

"Of course I am." She lightly pushed your shoulder. A sad look began to take over her eyes as she took a step backwards. "Now, get going. You're gonna miss Glee Club."

As you watched the blonde leave, you could only think one this.

'Screw Sue for making her do this'

---

You were awarded the temporary title of 'Honoury Football Player', even including a jacket of your own, just for this performance with the guys from the Glee Club and the jocks.

Zombie makeup and movements fully ingrained into you by the end of the performance of 'She's Not There'.

Rounding the green auditorium chairs, Mr Schuester came to the foot of the stage, slapping the file onto the. "Guys." Momentarily looking back to a shrugging Beiste. "Awesome!"

A breath of relief flowed through you after the teacher's psych-out.

"All you football players, nailing that zombies classic on- on the first time out. I am impressed."

"Now get your butt's into the locker room and get cleaned up." Beiste stood up.

"Thank God, this stuff's uncomfortable."

The students and faculty of William McKinley High School felt like they had suddenly walked into a horror movie, one where their entire football team turned into jock zombies and now patrolled the halls of their school like phantoms of the day.

Being stopped only by a gang of hockey players.

"Appropriate outfits," the ring leader said, "They represent the death of your guys' reign at this school."

"How many times do we have to put you puck-head in place before you realise that football rules this school?"

"I forgot we had a hockey team," you mumble to yourself from beside Azimio, "They must suck worse than you guys did last year."

Azimio hummed at your words, nodding in agreement.

"Maybe, but not after you make dancing fools of yourselves at that halftime show."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you remarked, raising your hands up into the air, "Is it that, or just the fact that you guys don't have big enough balls to do it yourselves."

Shocking yourself at how quick you were to defend the football players that tortured your team, not even including what they -Karofsky- had done to Kurt.

The leader scoffed at you, shaking his head.

"Come on. You know it, and we know it. The whole school knows it."

"Yeah, I don't take criticism from people who have mullets worse than the 80s."

"And anyway, they'll think differently after they see it," Karofsky jumped in now, "It's gonna be awesome."

"Holy crap. They turned Karofsky gay," the "puck-head" laughed, gaining a chuckle from his teammates.

Rolling your eyes, you said, "You can't turn people gay. It's in their DNA, I know we live in Ohio, but you should know what that is at the very least."

"What are you moose knuckles doing with those slushies?" Puckerman brought everyone's attention to the filled cups within their hands.

"Ready for the fireworks? It's independence day."

"Cover your eyes!" you yelled as a warning to the football players that had never experienced the pain of the ice-cold drink before.

Even with your warning, the stinging juices still managed to trickle and splash into their eyes.

Minutes later, you were in the boy's locker room washing the drink from your eyes and face as the football players whimpered in pain.

"Agh, my eyes!" Karofsky grunted in pain, "Burning."

"Just relax. It stops after a couple of hours," Finn said, as all the glee clubbers reacted to being slushies as if it were nothing, just proceeding to clean their faces of the zombie make-up.

"I tend to sleep it off if I can," you advised, walking forward towards the long-haired Hawaiian football player, struggling to get the stuff out of his eyes, "Don't rub it back in like that." Helping him wash his face off, you added, "That stuff I stopped you from putting in your eyes burns worse than this if you would believe it."

"No fricking way I'm letting that happen again," Karofsky said, trying to push back the tears in his voice.

"I consider this karma for all the times you've done this."

"He's in the first stage of loserdom: Denial," Artie stated.

"No!" the jock snapped, pulling away from the shower he occupied, "I am not a loser!"

"Everyone's a loser in their own right," you called over.

"Well, not me! And I don't sing and dance. I walk tall and carry a big stick."

"Oh, wow. My mind is imploding with the amount of dick jokes I can make with that."

"Dude." Finn walked towards the pissed-off boy. "Relax. This is gonna be fine."

"Yeah. Of course, it is." Karofsky gave the boy a harsh shove, making you jump up from where you were helping the boy you had been these past few days. "Because I'm quitting Glee Club."

"No, you're not," Beiste stated, turning the corner into the shower portion of the locker rooms, "Fact is, covered in ice and red dye number seven, you guys look more like a team than you ever have out on that field."

"I don't care. I'm out."

"Then you're off the team."

"No way."

"Yeah."

"If we quit, you barely have enough guys to play next week. It's the championship game. You're not gonna throw it."

"Try me."

"All this because you can't handle your eyes burning and being called a loser when you get sacked out on the field regularly? This is what breaks you?" you scoffed.

Finn's voice was pleading when he spoke, trailing off into one of his leadership speeches, "Don't do this. If we stand together and we do the halftime show, we can win this game and be kings in this place."

"Oh, what a castle to rule in," you muttered to yourself, glancing around the locker room.

After looking around at his jock friends, gaining shakes of their heads, Karofsky replied, "Good luck with that." Before all the new Glee Football players trailed from the room.

After looking around at his jock friends, gaining shakes of their heads, Karofsky replied, "Good luck with that." Then all the non-glee football players trailed from the room.

Cutting the tension in the room, you sniffed, then asked the coach, "You mind if I hold onto this jacket for a while? My shirt is soaked, and I don't have any spare clothes here. I gave them to Artie when he was drenched."

---

This is exactly what you needed after the long day you had.

Warm coffee to combat the cold ebbing from the streets outside. Along with the plates of sweet treats and your friends.

No matter how much they jokingly bragged about their number for the upcoming competition.

"Now, I don't want to sound cocky or anything, but... you guys better be pulling out all the stops for regionals because the number we just rehearsed is so off the hook, it's dangerous."

"Seriously." Kurt nodded from his seat beside the boy he wished to call his boyfriend, as you took yours at the head of the table, sitting between Blane and your sister. "People should wear protective headgear when they're watching it."

You sighed as Rachel and Mercedes shared a look.

"Guys, we're kidding," Kurt supplied, not meaning for any harm to be taken by it.

"Yeah, well, it's hard to laugh right now with everything going on at McKinley," your sister replied.

"I mean, look at us," Mercedes voiced, "The stars of two rival show choirs sitting down to coffee?"

"I think that's very healthy of us," you spoke around the lip of your coffee cup.

Gaining a nod from Blane. "I agree."

"But that still doesn't negate the fact that our school is so messed up we can't even keep our own football team together," she pointed out.

"It's so sad, you guys. Coach Beiste and Mr Schue were so close at getting everyone at the school together."

"And the boys are super depressed about it."

"Why hasn't Finn told me anything about this?" Kurt asked in indignation, "I mean, we live together. And I bring him a glass of warm milk every night, just in hopes that we'll have a little lady chat."

"Warm milk?" Blane asked, "Really?"

"It's delicious."

Rachel shook her head. "Finn's too proud to complain. He feels like he has to be strong for everyone, but I know it's just killing him inside. I hope he realises that, you know, if he and I were still together, I could make him feel a lot better, you know."

"Hopefully not by spreading your legs," you muttered.

Rolled her eyes, she replied, "I'm not Quinn."

At the same time you gave her shin a swift kick under the table, Mercedes shoved her shoulder into hers lightly.

"Let it go, Rachel," Kurt replied to her words about Finn.

"I- I just wish that there was a way that we could help. That's all."

"Yeah. And the worst part is how bummed the guys are," Mercedes added, "I mean, they already suffer enough abuse just being in glee. I really think that winning the game could have eased some of the pressure, at least for a little while."

"Wait. So, the whole team quit?" Blane asked, munching on his biscuit.

"Everybody not in glee. I mean, you can't play football with five guys, and one of them is in a wheelchair."

"Yeah, and Coach Beiste put up a sign-up sheet for people to join. I think they'll take anyone at this point."

"Well, the good news is you only need four more guys," Blane pointed out, trying to bring some hope back into the three McKinley students, "High school regulations actually let you play a couple guys short if you want to."

Sharing plotting looks with the girls, the boy had given you an eureka moment.

"But if they figure out a way to make it work, we will definitely be there to cheer 'em on."

"Oh, totally," Kurt was quick to agree, "Blane and I love football. Well, Blane loves football. I love scarves."

"Are you two thinking what I am?" you asked the girls before turning back to the head Warbler, placing a hand upon his shoulder, "Blane, you do not know how glad I am that you love football... even if you do dunk your biscotti into coffee."

---

"Why can't we just let them back on the team just for this game?" Sam asked during the next glee club session after the news everyone knew was coming had finally been broken.

"No." Beiste shook her head. "We carry this thing through. Even if it means having to forfeit the game."

"I can't believe this is it," Finn said glumly.

"Maybe it isn't." Sharing a look and an assured nod with your sister, you both stood up and walked to the centre of the room, where the adults were. "We wanna join the team."

"Or, in better words, we volunteer as tributes," your reference was met with silence, "Seriously? Have none of you read 'The Hunger Games'?"

Artie waved his hand. "I have. I got it."

"Thank you!"

"Wait," the boy then paused, processing what this all insinuated to, ""We" who?"

"All of us glee girls, and Y/N." Mercedes popped up now, followed by Tina. "We wanna join the football team, and we want to play in the championship."

"Come one, guy. Stop screwing around," Mike said moodily, "It's not cool."

"What's not cool is you guys not respecting women enough to realise we're perfectly capable of playing football," Lauren countered, walking to the front of the room herself, "And don't forget who the state champ in Greco-Roman Wrestling is. I've got offers from three different professional wrestling organisations for after I graduate, so..."

"High-five," your sister said, the two sharing one as you celebrated Lauren's achievements yourself.

"Oh, hell yeah!"

"Rachel, have you actually seen a tackle football game?" Mr Schue asked, leaning against the piano, "When they tackle you, it hurts."

"No, I thought it would tickle," you replied sarcastically, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Yeah, Puckerman voiced, agreeing with his teacher, "And not in the good Mellencamp way."

"We thought about that, but the truth is, is that you guys don't really need us to play. You just need enough players out there to field a regulation team. So, when they snap the ball-" Rachel mimed. "-We're just gonna lie down on the ground. We're just gonna lie there."

"Well, I'm not," Zizes informed, "I'm gonna bring the pain."

You nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too."

"I guess they won't get hurt if you stay down," Coach Beiste said, clinging onto this shred of hope that had been given to her.

"Okay, what do your parents have to say about this?"

Pulling out a stack of paper from behind her back, Tina moved to hand them over, "We all have signed permission slips from them. It took some convincing, but they understood what it means to all of us."

"Oh, not for me. My dad's were happy to let me do this. They thought it was a great way for me to get out my anger. Tackling people on the field, rather than in the hallways. Even if it is for one game."

"What do you think, coach?" Mr Schue asked, handing the permission slips over.

The woman sighed. "I think... welcome to the football team."

"Yes!"

You celebrated along with the girls, the boys coming down to join in the festivities.

"I'm gonna kick some ass!" you yelled, pumping a fist, "Whoo!"

"Football team! Football team!" Rachel chanted, clapping her hands. "High-five, teammate!"

Oh, this was gonna be so much fun.

---

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt this much anxiety vibrating through your bones. Which, lucky for you, was masked with excitement.

Hats, scarves, and jackets were needed on the cold January evening. And here you were in bulky football gear and pads, the stereotypical black steeks painted under your eyes.

Finn shook your shoulders once the guys joined up with you on the field, noises of excitement coming from everyone.

You had just finished high-fiving Sam when you heard your sister's loud shout came from behind her gold-star-covered helmet.

"Let's kick some ass!"

"Yeah!" you and Puckerman yelled in unison.

"Kick some ass!"

"Kick it!"

"Yeah!" Rachel and yourself stood side-by-side, synching each other up. "I knew it wasn't just me with anger in our family."

Speaking of...

Your eyes glanced over the crowd, finding two familiar faces.

"Hey, dads are here."

"What?" Rachel followed your line of sight, spotting your father's smiling down at you, making her wave excitedly to them with both hands. You, however, used a single arm, waving largely to them.

Even from so far away, you could feel the worry radiating from them. But still, with their bright smiles and waves, you could tell they were looking forward to the game you had felt so passionately about, just to help your friends.

"You sure you're gonna be able to join in?" Finn asked, "I mean, you don't even know how to play football."

"Just tell me what number to go for," you replied confidently.

Before long, you were in a huddle, with Finn giving out plays that you nor most of the girls even knew.

"Punch and Judy on one. Ready, break!"

"Break!" All the guys clapped.

"What?"

"Who's Judy?"

Turning to your sister as you made your way towards the line, you sassed, "You tellin' me that you know a guy called 'Punch'?"

"Where do I go? What do I do?"

Finn pointed her towards the ground, leaving her to copy a position she had once seen on television before turning to tell you where you had to go.

"You have to stand behind Rachel and Tina and stop number 38 when they lay down from going any further."

"Got it."

Copying the position of the boy you were tasked to stop, a smirk tugging at your face when he joined his teammates in chuckling at what your team had to do. Knowing you were gonna take him down, just like you had Karofsky weeks ago.

"Blue 42! Blue 42!" 'What?' "Down! Set! Hut!"

Your sister screamed around her mouth guard as she, Tina, -and Mercedes- all dropped to the ground. Leaving you to slide between the two, halting the football player with a huff.

With the blow of a whistle signalled the end of the play.

"Is it over?" Rachel asked as you helped her and Tina up.

"It was the first play. Obviously, it's not over."

"What happened?" Tina asked next.

Checking the board, you replied, "They got the ball."

By the second quarter, your team hadn't got a single point, and the rivals were up by seventeen. And you were in yet another huddle.

"All right. How's everyone doin'?" Finn asked, checking in.

"Kill me now," Mercedes spoke up exhausted, "I wanna die."

"Well, I'm actually having a lot of fun," you stated, turning to Sam, "Hey, you think Coach Beiste would let me try out next year."

"You don't even know the game."

"No, but tackling people is fun."

"Is anyone else tired of lying down all the time? I want to play," Tina said.

"Oh, hell yeah."

"Just... don't get ahead of yourself, okay?" Finn tried to talk the girl down from her boredom and intrigue, "Ready, break!"

One again bent down behind Tina and Rachel, with your hand pressed into the grass, ready for yet another failed play.

"The Blitz. The Blitz. Watch!" you heard Coach Beiste's voice coming through your helmet, pointing out directions.

"What the hell does that mean?" you asked yourself worriedly, hoping that it wasn't anything directed at you.

"Set! Hut!"

You, as usual, had stopped 38. But Finn had gotten tackled anyway, sending the ball tumbling across the field for anyone to nab.

Luckily, it was one of your team that managed to grab it and begin running it down the field.

Still pushing at the boy, you heard directions being screamed through your helmet.

"25, get to number 4!"

Glancing down at the number printed across your chest, you shoved the boy to the side whilst yelping, "Oh, shit. That's me! That's me!" Bolting towards the boy chasing Tina.

You weren't able to get there in time.

Skidding to a halt, you threw the boy off her back while he manoeuvred himself up.

The whole team gathered around the girl, still flat on her face, along with the medics. Her boyfriend worriedly hovering over her.

"Is she breathing?" Mike asked.

"Is she dead?" you asked before you were able to stop yourself, too busy panicking and racking through your brain, trying to grasp onto any idea you could muster to help the girl. Gaining a swift smack around your helmet-covered head from Sam in reaction to having your foot in your mouth.

Finally, once her mouthguard was pulled away, Tina spoke, "Did we win?" Sending relief flooding through you, your teammates, and the crowd.

"Glad you're alive, Tina," you joked after pulling your helmet off.

"Thanks, so am I."

"We're still in this," Finn tried to keep everyone's hopes up.

"Oh, give it up, Finn," Rachel retaliated, turning to face the boy, "Our only shot at redemption, right now, is to kick butt at the halftime show."

"She's not wrong," you panted, gesturing over to the scoreboard, "I mean, how do we come back from this?"

Just then, a look crossed the brown-eyed boy's face, the type where two wires fell together and sparked a thought that could rival an epiphany.

"Sam! Come here." He waved him over. "I need to play quarterback for the rest of the half."

"Haven't you already?" you asked, confused. Considering he had been the one shouting out the plays all night.

However, the blonde nodded readily. "Okay." Leaving the taller boy to continue giving directions.

"Puck, when the half ends, you gotta go convince Karofsky and the rest of the guys to do the halftime show with us."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

Finn rolled his eyes at the question. "Figure it out. You're my wingman, right?"

"I got tone, Mav," Puck assured, pumping the boy's awaiting fist as you threw out your arms in indignation, looking at Finn shocked.

"And what am I, your dancing chimpanzee?"

"W-Where are you going?" Rachel asked, sensing the boy was about to run off himself.

"You can't have a halftime show without cheerleaders."

"Oh, nuh-huh," you voiced, stopping him before he could make any real distance from your little group, "Quinn's probably still pissed at you. It won't do nothing than make it worse. I'll go."

"You sure?" he asked as you jogged past him, making you turn to face him, walk backwards down the field, and throwing your arms up onto the air, still holding onto your shiny red helmet.

"Well, she likes me right now!"

Then you turned, sprinting away, hoping to make it in time before they left. Even if you had to run in front of the bus to stop them.

Maybe your parents were right. You were reckless at times.

---

Running down the rows of parked buses, you were given some hope of reaching the girls before the Cheerios coach drove off with the cheerleaders inside, thanks to all the other Cheerios mulling around the area of the parking lot.

When the coach came into view, it wasn't hard to find the giant cannon this whole ordeal started with. Along with the three cheerleaders you recognised, even from the back.

"Hey, hey, hey," you called over to the trio, making them turn to find your panting form jogging up to them.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked, then looked you up and down, brows furrowing at your outfit, "And what are you wearing?"

You looked down at yourself, spreading your arms out, "Costume party. And to answer your first question, I'm here to stop you from going with Sue to the Regionals competition."

"Y/N..." the girl started, shaking her head softly.

"Come on, Quinn. Please come back to the game. We need you guys there."

"Haven't you been paying attention?" the head cheerleader snapped, "If we're not Cheerios, we're nothing."

"That stigma might have been pushed onto you, and every dumb fuckin' student here might believe that, but you and I both know that that's bullshit. You wanted to be popular, so you joined the Cheerios, but why did you join the Glee Club- Well, why did you stay in the club? Because you loved it, right?"

The three nodded softly.

"We care about you in the club. Sue doesn't! She's fine killing Brittany for a bullshit competition. Be honest with me, guys. if it meant you could still be popular and it wouldn't hurt your reputation, which would you choose?"

With a shrug, Brittany admitted, "Glee club."

"See." You gestured happily to the girl, before your eyes found Quinn's, spotting the sad yet unsure look in her own hazel ones. With a gentle sigh, you stepped toward the girl to speak with her more personally. "I know you. And I know that you don't think you are, but you're strong enough to do this. You're strong enough to do anything, Quinn Fabray."

The blonde smiled up at you, eyes shifting into the ones she used to look at you with during the summer.

"Okay," she breathed.

"Okay?"

A nod, "Yeah."

"Yes!" you yelled in celebration, shooting your arms up into the air, making the girl giggle. "San, what about you?" You then turned to the silent cheerleader.

"Screw her. She put me on the bottom of the pyramid."

"And there's no more harsh vibes between you two?" you asked, waving a finger between her and Quinn.

"No. We duked that out."

"Hot. Wish I could have been there." The blonde smacked your arm in playful punishment. "Ow," you spoke dully, "Okay, we've gotta go, halftimes in a few minutes, and we've gotta get changed ASAP."

"No time for a foursome, ladies," Sue called over from the front of the bus when you tried to leave with the girls, "Bus leaves in five."

"Which, by the way, I'm totally down for," you told the three with raised eyebrows, waving your helmet between the three.

"Of course you are," Santana smirked.

Ticking her head to the side, a smug look upon her own face, Quinn spoke to the coach, "We quit Cheerios." Making you beam proudly.

"You can't quit Cheerios," Sue stated, "Its blood in, blood out. Now get your sweet little cans on that bus."

"But we still quit," Santana pressed, ticking her head sassily.

"You're my stars. If you leave, I have no performance!"

"Sucks for you," Brittany sassed herself as you began walking away once more.

"You signed a consent form!"

"What's that?" You turned, finding the cheerleading coach holding up a sheet of paper. "That the only copy?" you asked, coming closer.

"The only one I need." Swiftly, you tugged the sheet of paper out of her fingertips and shredded it to pieces. "I can tape that back together," she told you smugly.

"That right?" you asked rhetorically, calling her bluff and throwing the shredded paper into your mouth. Taking a smug joy in the way her face fell at your actions. Swallowing the dry, clumpy paper down, you sassed, "Try taping that back together."

Chuckling, you jogged back to the three shocked teenagers, throwing your arms over both Quinn and Brittany's shoulders.

"You know that she couldn't have done anything with that consent form, right?" Quinn smiled up at you.

You stared down at the road below for a few seconds before speaking, "Shit."

---

Puck had managed to get all the football players -but Karofsky- to perform in the halftime show until the boys joined everyone at the end, dancing along with the zombies.

Things were still unsure for the team, which is why you were brought along into the boy's locker room, celebrating with them on the successful performance, before you possibly had to go back out there and tackle more rival players.

"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?" Beiste asked,

"Oh, we were just gonna take out zombie make-up off for the second half," Finn said, "It's kind of itchy."

"Yeah, you're tellin' me," you agreed from your seat upon one of the wooden benches, scratching at your neck where the stuff started.

"No, leave it on. Maybe we'll freak out the other guys a little bit and we need all the help we can get right now. Now, get out there."

"All of us?"

At Puck's question, you peered over at the woman curiously, awaiting her decision on letting the guys back on the team.

"Yeah." She nodded. "All of us."

"Oh, thank God!" you celebrated yourself, once the boys finished cheering, flopping down onto the bench fully, head rolling back into the wood, "Now I can lay down."

"I don't think so."

A groaned, questioning grunt left your mouth as you turned to peer at the coach, who only looked at you pointedly.

"Oh, no!"

"Oh, yes!" She nodded to you happily. "Now, get back out there!"

"I don't wanna! I'm tired!"

"Come on, Y/N." Sam smiled, fingers curling into the shoulder pads sitting on your chest, using that leverage to pull you back up, "You've got more people to tackle."

As you were ascending, against your will, you whined out, "But violence is never the answer."

---

Turns out, having football players who actually participated in the game and knew what they were doing, not including yourself, really made the difference. It also might have had something to do with the make-up.

Finn and everyone around you, were still telling you what number to go for. But other than that, you seemed to be doing pretty well out there. Not to mention you were having a lot of fun out there, more so than the first half. And that could be seen, thanks to your humoured laugh, straightening out your helmet.

"Did you bite him?" you managed to get out through chuckles.

Puck just grinned at you knowingly whilst nodding his head, only making you crack up more.

It was the last stretch of the game when Sam nodded to the huddled team. "It was a good run. We almost had it."

"Well," you began with an exhaled breath, "Considering the fuckery that was the first half, I think this was a big achievement."

Finn, ever the optimist, said, "Hey, this game isn't over."

"There's, like, ten seconds left. It's over." Karofsky shrugged.

Then it dawned on the once quarterback, "Not if the quarterback fumbles the snap."

"How do we make him do that?"

He knocked on your chest. "Just follow my lead."

Meeting the rival team at the line, you started the chant of 'brains', swaying like zombies as you did, creeping them out. Which quickly lead to the entire crowd chanting it into the night sky, like some stereotypical cult meeting.

And it did exactly what Finn planned it would.

The quarterback, too distracted by the crowd, missed catching the ball. Giving your best friend the perfect chance to scoop it up and run it to the end zone, successfully winning the game for your school.

"Oh, I'm gonna pass out as soon as I hit my bed tonight," you groaned, dropping your helmet to the ground and holding your knees as soon as you got to the sideline where the rest of your friends stood waiting.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, unable to wipe the smile from her face. Both at winning the game and your overdramatics of the moment.

"I'm exhausted." You let out another deep guttural groan from your chest, spotting the helmet at your feet. Sliding it across the ground, you lowered yourself down, choosing to use the hard thing as a pillow. "I'm gonna take a nap."

"Y/N, you can't-"

"I'm gonna take a nap right here!"

"They always were overdramatic when they're tired."

Your eyes snapped open when you heard that voice. Looking up, you spotted your fathers both looking down at you with proud smiles up on their faces. Scrambling up, you rushed to give them a hug. Full pads and all.

"Dads!"

"We're so proud of you."

"Thanks!" Pulling back, you told them, almost conspiratorially, "I ate paper today."

"Why did you eat paper?" LeRoy asked, both their eyes wide in shock at the information.

"It's a long story, and you had to be there. But all you need to know is that I had to do it, and it wasn't pointless in the slightest."

From over your shoulder, Hiram and LeRoy could see a still zombie Quinn, shaking her head obviously, clearly mouthing the word 'no', letting them know you were lying.

They both hummed at your words as you continued to smile at them happily, content with the decision you made earlier.

They wondered how you weren't a 'leash kid' when they were younger sometimes.

---

Rounding the corner, still turning heads in the halls as the students walked to their next class, thanks to your involvement in the championship game, you came face to face with one Quinn Fabray.

"Hey!" You smiled brightly at the girl, who still looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky.

"Hi." The blonde watched you for a couple moments before she blinked herself out of her thoughts and gestured to the folded letterman jacket in your hand. "What's with this?"

"Oh, well, I borrowed it when I got slushied the other day, 'cause I didn't have any other clothes. Just tried to give it back."

"She letting you keep it as a souvenir?" she asked, referencing your participation on the field.

"Yeah." You nodded happily. "Also said that I might as well keep it now instead of getting it next year."

Quinn's eyes lit up in surprise. "You're on the team?"

"Apparently so. She said I was good, even though I had no clue what I was doing out there. It's strange, huh? I gain a uniform just as you give one up. How does that feel, by the way?"

She shrugged happily. "Weird. Did turn a couple heads."

"Well, I think it suits you," you spoke earnestly, glancing her up and down, taking in her dress, "Very 'nieve girl going to see church grandma', but still hot at the same time."

Playfully, the blonde shoved your shoulder, trying to push away the heat building upon her cheeks.

"I never got the chance to thank you." She looked down bashfully. "For helping me do the right thing."

"Ah, all you had to do was get out of this." A soft tap on her forehead. "I'm sure if we weren't on such a time crunch, you would have figured it out yourself in no time."

"I... I just have to say that you were amazing this week. On the field and off."

You gave a soft chuckle, "Yeah, it seems I'm just as good at tackling football players on the field as I am during fights."

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Your dedication to your friends and how much you cared... it reminded me of why I fell for you."

"Wait..." Your head drew back, breath thinning out of shock of what Quinn had just confessed. "Y- You fell for me."

"Of course, I did." She shrugged as if it were obvious. "How could anyone not?"

"Quinn... I..."

As you stumbled over your words, trying to process the information that was thrust upon you, hardly noticing the blonde moving closer to you. Finally, snapping out of your stupor, by the feeling of her hands on your chest, travelling to wrap around your neck.

"Wait..."

Quinn hummed, nose nudging against yours. In the middle of the school hallways.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you said, with your hand on her hip, "You're- You're with Sam. And you're still not ready to come out, right?"

The girl sighed, nodding her head as she rubbed your cheekbone with her thumb. "You're right." She finished her sentence off by pressing a heavy kiss against your cheek, then left you alone in the hall, looking over her shoulder, shooting you a soft smile, before rounding the corner.

And you could only think one thing.

'Quinn Fabray loves me!'

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#quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray #original work #original fanfiction

[ubyr-babaj]

Francis Aytown, Stoker and his salty grudge against those damn gay artists

(Remaking this post cause it didn't show up in the tags for shadowban reasons)

Hey, DDs, wanna know how our boi Bram saw a gay guy treat his crush without enough respect and went: “Welp, I’m gonna write about you going mad as you fall in love with him, how do you like that, huh, huh??��� and then didn’t write shit?

Anyway, there’s a list of characters deleted from “Dracula” at different stages of writing and among them is Francis Aytown - the artist who goes mad trying to paint Drac. And scrolling through the artists of the time one of the first names that pops up is Frederic Leighton, the president of the Royal Academy. If you bought any of them modern books with classic art on the cover you most likely have seen the guy:

And I sat there like, welp, that sounds familiar, so I did some googling and of course our man Bram had beef with him.

So, at some party Leighton said a toast on how the highest form of Art was Painting and our man Henry Irving, the light of Stoker’s life, rose and said, the fuck man, what about acting. Leighton was like, ok, dude, that’s much art too, chill. The incident was documented by Stoker in his doorstopper “Personal reminiscences of Henry Irving” in a delightfully salty way (Bram, my man, if you put all that salt into getting laid, I’m pretty sure you’d be drowning in dick):

“At the banquet that night there was something of a faux pas, which was later much commented on. In the toast list was one: Science, Literature and Art. This was proposed by the Marquis of Dufferin and Ava, and was responded to for Science by Lord Kelvin; for Literature by the Bishop of Derry; and for Art by Sir Frederic Leighton. The latter was, of course, quite correct, for the President of the Royal Academy is naturally the official mouthpiece for the voice of Art in this country. The mistake was that, in speaking for Art, Sir Frederic limited himself to Painting. He spoke in reality for himself and Alma-Tadema, but ignored completely the sister Art of Acting, the chief exponent of which was a fellow recipient of the honour which he himself had received that day and who was present as a guest at the banquet. The comments of the press on the omission were marked, and the authorities of the University did not like the mistake. Leighton evidently heard of some comment on it, for a few days afterwards he wrote to Irving to explain that he did not think he was intended to reply, except for his own Art.”

And Leighton very much fucked dudes. There’re surviving letters from one of his bfs where the guy writes to him about plopping with bronchitis, missing him terribly, and being horny as fuck. You can go google them they’re very sweet. And Leighton was pals with a guy who was a boyfriend of another writer who wrote things about vampires - count Stenbock. And Stenbock had some beef with Wilde. So pretty much everyone in the queer community of London of that time knew each other, like everyone was everyone’s ex which, as a queer man living in a pretty small city, is kind of a mood.

Anyway, here's some of Leighton's gayer stuff and his handsome bear face:

#dracula daily #dracula #frederic leighton #francis aytown #bram stoker

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Cecilia Sylvie, a woman with long, light colored hair and eyes. she's removing a short-hair wig of the same color. she wears a long sleeve shirt with only one button in the middle buttoned, revealing most of her stomach and chest. her breasts are wrapped in bandages, and above her left breast, is what appears to be a tattoo of a rose. the second image is a screenshot of the Barbie CD-ROM game, Barbie as Rapunzel. it depicts Rapunzel sitting with her head resting on her hands in what is likely her bedroom. behind her and to our left is a gray mirror with a very grumpy looking face. the third image is of Dash X, a boy with gray hair, wearing a gray jacket and black shirt, possibly a turtleneck. he appears to be speaking into an electric device with an antenna. end ID]

Cecilia Sylvie

THE GENDERSWAG. villainess isekai but she figures hey if she's a man she can't also be the villainess and die horribly. So now Cecil is the prince of the campus and resident heartthrob. Everybody thinks he's hot as hell INCLUDING Cecilia's fiance who is having the sexuality crisis of his LIFE. Her greatest struggle is her best friend, the heroine, also reincarnated, who won't stop writing gay fanfiction about Cecil and her fiance. She is a man he is a woman they are making everyone bisexual. Cis woman in drag? Transmasc? Genderfluid? I don't know. They r fighting for their life here. [additional propaganda 1]

Sullen

He's a grumpy magic mirror.

Dash X

This obscure citizen of Eerie, Indiana appeared mysteriously one day with no memory of his past or his real name. He’s a homeless teenager who wears all black, scams people out of their money, and will both backstab and save the protagonist. He often serves as both an antagonist and an unlikely ally.

#obscurecharactershowdown #group e round 2 #obscure poll #cecilia sylvie #cross dressing villainess cecilia sylvie #barbie as rapunzel #barbie cd rom #dash x #eerie indiana

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript start.]

[The video begins, as a lot of them do. From Rose's shirt pocket she is setting up plates on a table with a person identified as "Liam" multiple voices can be heard in the background identified as "Katherine" "Leon" "Nessa" "Hina" and "Stacy", Rose puts the final plate down before finally talking.]

Rose: fucking hell! ok what else? kath is the cake done?

Katherine: Just about! Putting the finishing touches on now!

R: ok! ness are the gifts wrapped?

Ness: Yeah. Why do you think I'm sitting here?

R: anything i'm forgetting? stacy?

Stacy: Other than the birthday boy himself, I don’t think so.

R: epic. ok um… fuck when was he supposed to get here?

S: Around ten minutes from now! We have a bit of time to chat.

Hina: when can I go home?

N: When the party's over… On the bright side, you get free cake.

[Rose turns over to the living room, putting her phone on the table in a way the camera faces the guests. Before falling on the floor, annoyed. looking at Stacy as she starts talking again.]

R: i've never planned one of these before. does it normally take this long??

Liam: No clue, I’m just happy to be here.

N: SAME! I haven't been to a party since… Mari's birthday last year!

R: i just hope he likes it… he hasn't had a party in… probably years.

K: He’ll love it, don’t worry, Rose. If you’re here, there’s no way he’d dislike it in any way.

[Katherine walks across the room, checking to make sure the decorations are set up properly, and adjusting any small thing she can. She has a passive smile on her face as she does so.]

R: i want today to be great… i know it's 9/11 but please i hope nothing goes horribly wrong.

N: Today will go well! I know that much… Wait, me and Katherine haven't met, I don’t think… Um Katherine, nice to meet you, I'm ness. Rose's friend? part time roommate? and this is hina… the sister of one of my friends.

K: It’s nice to meet you too! Maybe we should all do a little introduction, because I know that Stacy hasn’t met you guys, either.

R: don't you guys both know me? y'know edgar's daughter he accidentally adopted… the girl who was gone for like a month and a half because a purple bitch thought it would be REALLY funny.

N: Oh! yeah nice to meet you all! I'm Ness, I work at that pizzeria. little bon's lucky land or whatever.

S: Nice to meet you, Ness. I’m Stacy, uh. Edgar’s ex-fiancèe, Showfall’s fault.

N: Oh um. damn i'm sorry about that…

[Ness grabs her arm before touching Hina's shoulder. Rose finally sits up as Hina turns around confused, ness points at the people in the room and hina begins talking.]

H: hi.

N: introduce yourself.

H: hi. i'm hina. My sister is missing. that good?

R: yeah um that works… kid.

Leon: Hey, uh. Sorry to interrupt, or… I guess this isn’t really interrupting, is it? Sorry, I’m Leon. Stacy knows me. Uh, me and Edgar kissed at a party once. Spin the bottle.

N: Nice to meet you! or wait… you were at my house… so technically we already met. Nice to meet you again!

Le: I guess introductions do get a bit redundant when you do it over and over again, huh?

K: Wait, you guys kissed at a party? Why was I never told this story? It sounds funny as hell!

R: SAME! EDGAR NEVER TOLD ME THIS STORY!

Le: I mean, it’s not really something you tell someone when you meet them. But yeah. We both were drunk as hell and decided it would be really funny if we did it. Kinda how I figured out I was gay. Kissing a straight guy. Pretty funny, eh?

N: I'm noticing a lot of y'all are some form of gay? and that is cool!

K: I think Edgar is the token straight of Lostfield.

N: I have a straight friend. His name is henry!

Le: Maybe they can bond over being straight or something?

N: maybe!

[The doorknob rattles as someone outside attempts to enter.]

R: OH FUCK, PLACES EVERYONE HIDE!

[Rose grabs her phone jumping behind the curtain. Footsteps can be heard as everyone hides.]

[The door to the apartment creaks open, and someone steps inside.]

?: Wha–

Everyone: SURPRISE!

H: ugh.

[Everyone leaps out from their hiding spots, the camera now showing the rest of the room, the same as before, but now containing a bewildered looking Edgar.]

R: HI DAD! SURPRISE!

Edgar: I– What–

R: BIRTHDAY PARTY! THAT'S WHAT!

N: Mr Edgar, this was Rose's idea.

E: You guys set this all up for… for me?

[Edgar blinks hard, and a hand moves up to wipe his eyes of tears. His lip trembles.]

R: i um- yeah… i wanted to do this… an apology for making you worry about me so much.

[Without another word, Edgar walks over to Rose and hugs her.]

R: i… um… this is nice…

[After a little bit, Edgar pulls away, and looks at all the other people standing in the room, a goofy smile plastered across his face.]

E: Thank you, everyone. I… nobody has ever done this for me before. I just– Thank you.

H: I'm just here but um… yeah you're welcome.

N: Forgive Hina she's um… Anyway of course! It was wonderful helping set up… even though I stole a whole fountain drink thing from the restaurant.

R: of course dad.

K: Happy birthday, Edgar.

R: ok so um… cake time?

S: Hell yeah! Let’s get this party started!

N: LET'S GO!

R: you ready edgar? katherine and i spent forever on a cake.

E: Of course! I have a feeling today is going to be a great day.

[Everyone begins walking to the table, with the exception of Hina who stays in the corner she was in. The sound of singing can be heard as everyone sings Edgar happy birthday, before Edgar blows out the candles and cuts the cake. The last thing seen is Rose grabbing her phone, this time not panicking when she sees the recording, just turning it off, before going back to enjoying the day.]

[End transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

[genavere]

I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url. If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense. https://www.tumblr.com/54prowl/696176793830506496/a-couple-of-things-i-check-to-know-if-the-person?source=share Here's a guide to take notes from, because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable. Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong. If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that. I've given you the resources so please do better.

"If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense."

Remember how I said there was one that I was questionable on? Yeah, that was the one. It's has now been deleted. After you politely informed me it was indeed the one, I did a google search, couldn't find the original artist to credit, so I deleted it.

Did I do my diligence on it? No. Why? It was posted in 2020 and I didn't do a deep dive of the blog. I don't check every account.

"I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url."

Ravewood was one of the first users I came across when I came back to tumblr last year and was looking for Fairy Tail content. After being on the platform again for a couple of months and getting my toes wet, that's when I took off my rose-colored glasses and realized what they were.

At that point in time, I knew no one in the fandom and was hungry.

An important note about people on the internet: Not everyone is in the loop, not everyone is in social circles, and not everyone sees the warning posts right away, either.

Is it an excuse? Yes, and I acknowledge that and the mistakes I've made.

So, now that you have schooled me, thank you for doing the labor for me.

Here is also somethings from that blog you recommended, along with the link for anyone interested:

"Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong."

Regarding when what I meant by making people happy: it's the memes.

Check out this funny video that I reblogged:

It was great fun watching that. The poor guy that is shaking, I felt sooo bad for him.

How about this one about the grandson of Ulysses S. Grant writing gay vampire fiction:

Lovely information about a gentleman who has defied social norms and prejudice to be with his husband for so long and to write what he is passionate about.

"...because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable." "Please be more careful when you're reblogging fan art. On more than one occassion you've reblogged stolen fan art which gets spread around even more and that's so unfair to the artists."

If your original message had said: "Hey, this one [link] that you reblogged is stolen, would you mind taking it down or crediting the artist?"

I would have been like: "Oh shoot, sorry about that! Thank you for letting me know!" and taken it down. Would have been appreciative, even.

But you weren't.

Right out of the gate, you were standoffish. The tone felt like you said your piece and were not willing to have a conversation. Not willing to be helpful in letting me know which of the many stolen fanarts you accused me of.

That tone carries through into this ask.

Do I usually try to make sure I reblog credited art? Yes, and as I learn more about how things should be, like trying to attach the original tags the person put, I adapt.

Do I always catch everything? No, cause I am human and sometimes you just can't do better.

"If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that."

Would I be happy if my fics were reposted without credit? No, cause I would like to know what people think of them and I would not be able to see if they enjoyed them or thought they were trash.

Has this happened? Yes, and with original works, too. Happened to a book that I had self-published, which meant potential lost revenue.

Would I blame someone who reblogged from someone else it if I found out? No. I would let them know that it had been reposted without my consent and ask if they could edit their post to give credit, or take it down and reblog mine.

"I've given you the resources so please do better."

You did give me a resource, which I appreciate.

But, please note, that you could do better, too. Kindness goes a long way, and is a far better teaching tool.

On a last note, how about this one I also reblogged:

#ask answered #anon ask answered #anon #anonymous #anon ask #stolen work #stolen work resource #Is this petty? #The last one is for sure #Spent WAY too much time on this #Should I go back to sleep? #I dunno #Oh well #I guess this shows my passive aggressive side a bit #Pretty sure that Inuyasha pic made everything I said above about kindness null and void

[nutmeg-puppygirl]

"Go to a gay bar" your friends said. "It'l be good for you" they said. And you were stupid enough to listen to them. Now it's 10:36 PM on a Friday night, and you're here, bracing yourself for the dysphoria meltdown when you get back home. 

You don't belong here. You're not one of these people, whatever that means. Sure you're a lesbian now but culturally you're a geeky little straight dude. The karaoke is all songs you don't know but everyone else does. You feel eyes on you, judging you for not passing, for not being pretty enough. Its probably bullshit (and your therapist will later say it's definitely bullshit), but for the moment it's real, and your shame burns into you.

You're about halfway through a drink when you hear it from behind. "This seat taken?" barely audible over someone's rendition of Sk8er Boi. You nod, chuckling a little in your head at the thought of anyone wanting to sit next to you. 

But then she does, and you see her. Short hair, dyed black in a…is that a pixie cut? You're still new to caring about your hairstyle, you don't know the words. Silver shining in her eyebrows, a stud in her nose, more in her ears and maybe something in her tongue? Your gaze drifts downwards, to the beginnings of a rose tattooed on her skin, the stem snaking downward past a leather jacket. 

She's everything you want to be, and everything you're not.

You hurriedly glance away as she starts to look towards you, but you can hear the grin in her voice as she asks, in a low voice "Buy you a drink?"

That can't be right. This doesn't happen to you. You turn back to her, clearly puzzled, and she lets out a short laugh you think you could listen to forever. "Yes I meant you, you silly girl."

Girl. She called you a girl. And you hadn't even needed to say anything. May the makeup was payi-"It's okay if you don't, I just figured I'd ask." She shrugs and moves to stand up, but you quickly stammer out your usual, eyes scrunched shut, wishing you could somehow melt into the floor.

When you open them again, she's grinning, holding it in her hand.

She passes it over. “Drink up.” And you do, by god you do, don’t even really taste it as it passes through you. When it’s all gone, and your hand shakily places the glass on the bar, her grin is still there.

“Good girl.”

She…she can’t have meant that, right? You frantically try to tell yourself that as you begin to feel yourself stiffening under your skirt. This can’t be real, this doesn’t happen to you, there’s no reason th-”Hey.” her voice grabs you, yanks you right out of your head. “I know your type. You're a scared little puppy who feels like she doesn’t belong here, isn’t that right?” You nod slowly, swallowing as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “So why don’t we close our tabs, and I’ll show you what I do to puppies like you?”

You blink, and suddenly you’re in her car, and you’re overpowered by the smell of cigarette smoke and the feeling of her stroking your arm as she’s driving. She might be saying something, you’re not entirely sure, it’s taking everything you have not to hump the empty air in front of you, to grind against the vibrations of the car seat, to whimper and beg and plead and drool. But then you get there. 

And you get out of the car.

Up a flight of stairs. 

Into her apartment.

Her door closes behind you and the click of her lock is the last thing you hear before you’re shoved up against her wall, her weight pressing up against you. “Now, I want to make sure you’re comfortable, so I’m going to make you tell me…what do you want me to do to you?”

Your brain starts overloading, thinking of all the possibilities, every which way she could touch you and take you and claim you and ruin you. It’s all you can do to force your mouth open and whisper out “Everything…”

She looks you up and down once more, and gives you a smile that makes you want to give everything to her. “Good puppy.”

#bottom posting #gay for girls #wlw post #trans nsft #queer nsft #sapphic #big egg mood #May have wrote this mid dysphoria spiral but whatev

[k1ng-sp0t]

The World Will Know; Chapter 1 (Not full thing, just beginning)

Four years ago, Senior High School year for Race and Spot

Spot sat in the meeting, bored out of their mind. Spot was new here, he barely knew anyone, hell, even where to go. He sat on the floor eying a guy up ahead, laughing with some friends. As he gets up, they walked in their direction, eyes on the ground, scared to make eye contact. Suddenly, he feels a hand grab his shoulder. “Hey, I really likes yer hair!” The hypnotic voice urges Spot to turn around, awestruck by this guys face. “Uh.. Thanks! Yer hair is really nice!” Spot manages to get out. “My name’s Anthony, by the way! Everyone calls me Race though, and it definitely ain’t because my family forgot me at the horse race once!” Race chuckled. Goddamnit, either kill me or kiss me. “Spot. I’ll see you around?” “Definitely!” Race says. Man, those eyes. Those lips, goddamn, that voice. Spot walked to class, unable to get that face out of his mind. 

Spot looks at his phone, unsure if this is the right place. Seems like a theatre, yeah, ya know, that’s what the sign says, but what if there are multiple. Then he hears that fucking voice. “Spot!!” Spot turns around, with no surprise to see Race there. Of course he’s a goddamn theatre kid. “Hey Race. How ya doin’?” “God, I had the worst math class right before this. I ain’t able to stand another word about division.  But what about ya?” “Eh. English, ya know?” Spot has this specific look of disdain on his face. “So, I’m in the right place?” “Yup!” Race chirped, “C’mon!” Race grabbed Spots arm and dragged him in. A light blush spread across Spots face before entering the dark room. A familiar warmth enveloped him, the joy of past shows, even in a new place and with new people, echoed within him. “Hey! Hey! Medda! I gots us a new one!” Race waves over the teacher. “Ah, Spot!” Spot nodded. “Race… Medda is my homeroom teacher.” Race flushed, absolutely upset. “Sorry Spot, thought I could be helpful…” Man, this boy, I just want to kiss him. “Hey hey, it’s alright Race! Ain’t the first time someone’s done something like this!” Spot smiled at Race, and Race looked back at him, smiling slightly. 

Modern Day, Junior year college

Spot woke up, next to Race. Spot smiled, still thinking about his dream, and how much he and Race have grown since then. Not even just as people, but with each other. Four years ago Spot couldn’t have said the word gay without whispering, and now the two of them have a gay pride flag above their bed. Four years ago, if he told someone they were trans, fae would have a panic attack about the intensity of Pompeii (Oh god, that dreams bringing him back to high school history). He looked down at Race again. Race was all sprawled out on the bed, dreaming away peacefully, mumbling occasionally. Spot picked up his phone and gasped before covering his mouth. “Oh my lord. How could I forget?” He mumbled under his breath. He gave Race a little peck on the forehead before heading to the kitchen. It was Race’s birthday. Fae had baked a cake last night before going to bed, and took it out of the fridge. The words “Happy Birthday Racer, my love” were messily put on the cake. God, why do I have to be so bad at icing… Spot thought before pouring a glass of orange juice, and preparing coffee just the way Race liked it. A latte with vanilla syrup and three spoons of sugar. Spot smiled, Hey, at least his coffee is as sweet as him. Of course Spot would never let Race know what he thought about him in as much detail as he knew, but it was good to let it show once at a time. He trimmed the flowers in the window, grabbing the roses and some lavender for Race. Race dealt with so much stress, so Spot started growing some lavender to make him tea, oils, and baked goods. He put the cake, coffee, and orange juice on a platter. He went back into the bedroom and gave Race some kisses on his forehead. “Hey Doll, why dont’cha wake up?” Race groaned, “Ahh, but warmth…” “Yea, but what about coffee?” Race snapped up. “Coffee? AND CAKE?” Spot chuckled. “Of course darlin’, I ain’t gonna do nothin for yer birthday!” Race blinked. “My birthday?” Spot laughed, “Yea, yer birthday!” “God, why is my birthday on a weekday, I don’t want to go to school…” Race whined. “Exactly love, that’s why I got plans for us today.” Race hugged Spot, “You’re amazin’ doll, I could never ask for better boyfriend!” 

Later that day, at the Betsy Head Park

Spot had a picnic planned that day for Race, and got a bee blanket, PB and J’s, as well as some more flowers and of course, coffee. “Spottie, how come I got such an amazin’ boyfriend?” Race asked. Spot chuckled, covering his face. “I don’t know… Hmmmm… it ain’t because a handsome boy came up to me one day and said he liked my hair, and I became absolutely obsessed and he helped me in a new school and then now he pretends like he’s absolute garbage.” “Hey, I ain’t absolute garbage… I’m absolute trash!” Race chuckled. “Oh Racey, you ain’t trash, or garbage! Yer so pretty, and I absolute adore you.” Spot held Race’s face, and gave him a kiss. Race chuckled and said “Hey, just like our first kiss! Ya bout to say ‘Whoa!’ again?” Spot laughed, “Racey, ya know that ya literally held mistletoe up and then kissed me? Of course I’d say ‘Whoa’, look at ya!” Spots phone started ringing, and Race picked it up. “Hey, it’s Jack!” Race answered, “Jackie boy!” Davey appeared on the screen, “Hey, only I can call him that!” Jack chuckled, and gave Davey a kiss. “Happy birthday Race! Can’t believe it, yer so old! 21… Jeez, when do you go to a retirement home again?” Race frowned, “Hey, yer 21 too!” Davey laughed and said “Haha! Spot’s still the youngest!” Spot gasped “Hey dumbass, ain’t my fault!! I wish I came out when I was supposed to!” Race gave him a kiss and said “I know doll, I know…”  “Davey, ya know Spot’s sensitive that he’s small! And yer only 9 days younger than them!” Jack said. “Thank ya Jack. See Davey, not everyone is mean about me being tiny!” Jack laughed, “Anyway, I won’t interrupt yer date no more, happy birthday Race, I got ya some cigars when I see ya next. They’s Coronas!” Race gasped “Oh my god, why didn’t I get with you?” Everyone chuckled. “Okay, see ya tomorrow you two!” Spot said. They hung up, and Race lay down. Spot lay down next to him. “Good birthday so far?” “Any day with you is a good day.”

9 pm, back at the apartment

Race heard a knock at the door, and got it as Spot was in the shower. “Makin’ me walk on my birthday… Shame on him…” Race joked. They opened the door to see Crutchie and Elmer. “Crutchie! Elms! How are yers?” “We’re good! Happy birthday Race!” Elmer said. “Come on in! Spot’s in the shower but should be out soon.” The rush of water stopped right after they said that. Spot walked out, towel around waist. “Crutch! Elmer! So sorry, lemme at least get pants on!” Spot laughed. He went into the bedroom and changed. Race turned back to the two and sighed, “God, I love my boyfriend, he’s so hot.” Elmer laughed, “It’s very true, but so’s Finch…” Crutchie laughed “Elms, ya gotta either get him, or get over him.” “I know, but I get all stuttery and I switch back to Polish when I see him and-” Crutchie hugged Elmer. “I know, it’ll be okay!” Spot came back in. “How ‘bout some dinner? We have some left over Pad Thai!” Elmer gaped, “Oh my god, yes! Lord, if only Specs were here, he’d go feral!” Spot and Race laughed, and Race said “There’s a reason we only make this when Specs ain’t here, otherwise there’s none for anyone else!”

11 pm, in Spot and Race’s bedroom

Spot cuddled up into Race and looked at him. “Good birthday?” “Absolutely doll. You make it great every year, just wait till yours!” Spot gasped “Oh, god please no, just get me a fun rock.” They chuckled, and settled down as they fell asleep.

#newsies #spot conlon #race higgins #sprace #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid newsies #crutchie morris #elmer newsies

[lasseizlesbontempsrouler]

it's me I'm back again, your favourite humble guy here to humbly request some humble ship hcs for the humble Arkansas X Oklahoma ship

theyre just so cute ):

my favorite humble guy hello!! well your wish is my command! (I'M FERAL FOR THEM)

camping

please they're little wilderness explorers

little tree climbers :(

it'll be like

a weeks gone bye and no one can find arkansas and oklahoma?

they're out on their.. boys night camping trips

giggling i wonder what happens when two totally fruity men are left to their own devices with no one around

hmmmmmm

just two guys drinking beer and hanging out and y'know

[guys being dudes vine here]

oklahoma and his theatre kid boyfriend

oklahoma calls him ark

they hold hands and go on nature walks

but they're just best friends i swear

oklahoma running his hands through arkansas's greasy car salesman hair

arkansas: sleazy car salesman / greaser arc

oklahoma

oklahoma

hm y'know what maybe the "[arkansas] can cock very well" wasn't a slip of typing but a sign from the gods..

they drink margaritas together

poolside drinks

oklahoma prefers hard liquor but if it makes arkansas happy than you know damn well oklahoma will down a cocktail

arkansas love language is making gifts for people

oklahoma is getting gifts

oklahoma vs getting little gemstone covered pretty trinkets

arkansas talking about gemstones and mining:

oklahoma listening and grinning:

arkansas explaining the entire plot of tkam:

oklahoma explaining every little detail of the outsiders:

smart but quiet about it boyfriend x i read the outsiders for fun and i like whiskey boyfriend

oklahoma realized he was in love after he got punched cause he called arkansas "are - kansas"

just

"hey are - kansas!"

"[punches him]"

"holy shit i'm gay"

otherwise arkansas was just the nicest guy

arkansas realized he was in love when oklahoma genuinely laughed at his stupid jokes when they were making smores one time

like a deep from the heart laugh, lit by the flickering fire's flames

arkansas confessed first

like as soon as oklahoma told arkansas that he read to kill a mockingbird

"oh! i read that tkam book you like :]"

"i love you"

"i love you too..?"

"no i genuinely love you. i have for a while..?"

"oh my god"

"i'm sorry wait uh"

oklahoma kissed him

+ they were tentmates

oklahoma:

arkansas randomly bringing him roses and other flowers:

arkansas talking about something he and texas did the other day:

oklahoma with the "oh that's so cool" but he's just so. ugh, texas.

oklahoma comic book arc

#wttt #arkansas welcome to the statehouse #oklahoma welcome to the statehouse #oklahoma welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #arkansas wttsh #arkansas wttt #ben brainard #wttsh

[ennaku-sirri-da]

KISSY ~~

Happy Valentines!!

[ ID: Animated GIFs with loose lines and a sketchy style, with Kamal Bora and Dr Habit from Smile For Me the game, but their designs are in the artists own interpretation.

Here Habit has a gaunt face with protruding furry cheeks dotted by white freckles, then red fur-ruffles under his eyes, then a thin pencil stache with surrounding hair on the chin. He is balding on one side of his wrinkling head. He has on purple eyeshadow and red claws plus lipstick. His hair is rose-pink. Habit wears a fur-like blue coat with a pink faux feather boa holding plastic flowers. Kamal meanwhile has a more aged appearance-- wrinkly face and white streaks in short grayish hair, has eyebags. Some acne and sharp stubble. His full sleeve shirt is red.

The first GIF is colored. It is a second-long animation of them kissing. They are drawn mostly focusing on the face from the side. First they smile before both lean in. Kamals hand caresses the others cheek, closing in on it eventually while the hand Habit has placed on Kamals shoulder contracts, a single clawed finger jumping out. Kamal looks surprised while Habit presses his own eyes closed, brow furrowing. Habits cheeks go from a dull pink to full on red blush and his eyes similarly change from yellow(indicating happiness) to pinkish hue( showing romantic feelings ). BG is deep pink.

The second GIF is the same but uncolored. Habits outline is red while Kamals is blue. This GIF plays as if they kiss first and then smile. End ID]

Talk under the cut as always!

I SIMPLIFIED THESE COMPLEX BOYS ?!?!

( Plain text: I simplified these complex boys ?!?!)

Haha no but really their usual designs are more elaborate so I had to pick and choose some stuff. Some things that don't appear here are like permanent changes but I'll talk about that later.

I'm just impressed I managed to do this!! This took a whole day. It was tiring but rewarding. Serious respect to all the beautiful animators out there, OMG.

I cheated a little with the kissing not having tilting heads but hey it worked out ; ) (winky smile emote )

Hehee...

[ ID: a still from the animations first frame. It's colored. It's when they smile and look at each other. End ID]

THE THEM....

What would they do for Valentines, probably some PDA drama involving copious amounts of toothbrushes and misunderstandings.

Or maybe I'd say some quieter moments like Kamal laying on the guy reading his fancy medical books while Habit gives him some UM

BEST FRIEND BITES

( Plain text: best friend bites)

RUNS AWAY YOULL NEVER CATCH MEEEEE

IM GAY, STUPID AND SO FUCKING EFFICENT

( Plain text: Runs away you'll never catch meee

I'm gay, stupid and so fucking efficient )

#suggestive text #JIC just in the description #habismal #dr habit #kamal bora #roseverse #s4m #smile for me game #gif #animation #valentines day #GAYYYYY #Valentines Gay.