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Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Sixteen - (Original Song) Trouty Mouth!

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: Against what you considered your teams better judgement, the New Directions were convinced to write original songs for the upcoming competition, that could seal your hopes and dreams of -temporarily- getting out of the small town you called home. If only drama didnt follow the club like a plague.

Word Count: 5,352

WARNINGS: Maths, argument, yearning, that’s mostly it

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"Guys, I've got some bad news."

"Oh, just what I want to hear on a morning," you sassed from your seat beside Artie, the boy helping you finish your calculus homework last minute.

"No one does, Y/N," Mr Schue drawled, "You know how we decided on 'Sing' by My Chemical Romance for Regionals? Well, I hold in my hand a cease and desist letter from the band. We can't do it."

Puckerman scoffed from the back of the choir room, "It was the perfect anthem."

At the Spanish teacher's statement, you pulled your attention where you were scribbling a -probably wrong- equation onto the paper in your lap, looking at him with furrowed brows.

"That really doesn't sound like something the band would do."

"How much do you wanna bet Coach Sylvester has something to do with this?" Mercedes asked, shaking her head.

"One step ahead of you."

"So, what are we gonna do now?" she continued.

Before Mr Schue could begin to offer up some words of confidence, whilst he secretly worried inside, Rachel voiced her opinion.

"I think we should write original songs for Regionals."

"Oh, nope. That's still a bad idea." You shook your head, turning back to your homework.

You hate to admit it because you loved your sister dearly, but your hand was one of the firsts that rose into the air after Santana's declaration.

"All those in favour of voting Rachel down a second time?"

However, what came next shocked you to your very core.

"No, I think Rachel is right."

With horrified eyes, you turned to look over your shoulder at the blonde sitting behind you.

"Who are you, and what the hell have you done with Quinn Fabray?"

The girl rolled her eyes at you.

"This team works best when we push ourselves and do something a little different."

At Quinn's defence for your sister, everyone with their hands raised slowly started to lower them, listening to her reasonings intently.

"That's true, but if the all the other teams are doing amazing songs, we're not gonna be so good."

"You're right. We're not gonna be as good. We're gonna be better," Quinn countered Mercedes, "We won't be using other people's words or music. It'll be our own. Our own heart, soul, not just our voices. We have a really talented songwriter in our midst. Rachel, I was thinking maybe you and I could write a song together."

Okay, now something was definitely up.

Not only was Quinn Fabray volunteering to spend time with your sister, working on a project, when you knew full well that she could barely stand the shorter diva Berry.

But she also called her a "talented songwriter", when if she was forced to hear any of the drafts you had been, you knew she would not be saying that. Nor would she be jumping -creating- the opportunity to work with her.

"I'm with Quinn and Rachel," Finn spoke, looking between the two teenagers he had dated, making you roll your eyes at him, "I mean, if these two can agree on something, it's probably an idea worth considering."

"Well, I still think it's a bad one."

"Wait a minute. So suddenly, you two are writing music for Regionals?" Santana asked, almost affronted, "No way. I think that everyone should get a chance to write a song."

Sam was quick to agree with his girlfriend.

"Santana's right. We can do this."

"What do you think, Mr Schue?" Mercedes asked the man standing in the centre of the room, cease and desist letter still within his grasp.

The curly-haired man shrugged, giving a tight-lipped but pleased smile.

"I think we're doing original songs for Regionals."

After the short applause, both young Berrys turned to gander at the blonde behind them.

Rachel with a thankful smile.

And yourself, with a snappy comment.

"Seriously, who are you?"

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Early the next day, before your first class, you meandered the halls, looking for one of your friends to chat with for the short time before the bell rang.

And that's exactly what you found.

Only, they didn't look how you expected.

"Oh, what the hell happened to you two?" you asked the two ex-cheerleaders, whose clothes were caked in soil, mouths also coated in the stuff, looking as if they had been eating it.

"Sue put dirt in our lockers," Santana explained as Brittany spat the stuff from her mouth, trying to pluck it away with her just-as-covered fingers. Her statement made your eyes drag behind them to where their lockers sat, filled with dirt.

"That's insane. Why'd she do it?"

"She's still pissed at us for not going to the Cheerios Nationals and the fact that she's not a cheer coach anymore."

"She is the prettiest person I have ever met, and I live with my sister." Gesturing them towards you, you said, "Okay, let's uh... let's get you two a change of clothes. Unless you wanna look like you just dug yourselves out of shallow graves."

Hours later, you had escorted the -now changed- girls into the choir room, dispersing throughout. A lot of club members with open notepads on their laps and pens in hand, just waiting for the director to enter the room so that they could start their lesson.

With a tall stack of yellow books in his arms, the man said, "All right, guys, let's hear it for our first songwriting seminar."

You still thought it was a bad idea, but you had decided to go with it nonetheless. It's better for you to try and fail than to not try at all.

"While Quinn and Rachel are hard at work, we're gonna try to write an anthem of our own," Mr Schue told, as he handed out the thick books, "Now, these are rhyming dictionaries for all of you."

"Mr Schue, Tina, and I have been uh already working on a song that I wrote," Santana offered.

"Really? That's amazing. Well, can we hear it?"

The Latina gave a small nod before moving to stand in the centre of the room, Tina making her way to the heys of the piano.

"This is a song that I wrote for Am. It's called 'Trouty Mouth'."

The blonde boy's sweet smile fell at that.

"Wait. What's it called?"

Only for Mike to lean over and whisper, "'Trouty Mouth'."

You didn't know a song could make you this happy.

Every one of Santana's lyrics was better than the last.

That was until Sam had to go and ruin it for you.

"Okay, can we stop?" he asked, outraged, as he jumped to his feet, "Stop with the mouth jokes."

"No, no, no!" you whined, aghast, once the music was abruptly cut off.

"Sit down. I'm not finished."

"Yes, you are." The boy then turned to the seated teacher, "Mr Schue, we're not doing a song at Regionals called 'Trouty Mouth'."

The man stuttered, rising from his own seat as he gestured to the blonde, "You know what? I have to agree with Sam on this one."

"Oh, I disagree." You shook your head with a bright smile tugging at your lips. "'Trouty Mouth' has got to be an iconic anthem. Really a song for generations."

"Y/N," Mr Schuester scolded you before turning back to Santana, "But such a good first effort. I just don't think it's got the epic feel we need for Regionals."

"I do." Your hand shot into the air, playfully being shoved by Sam as he manoeuvred back to his seat.

It seems Santana wasn't the only eager participant in the room, as Puckerman soon voiced his own involvement with a raise of his hand.

"Mr Schue, I wrote a song too. I wrote it for Lauren." The girl looked away awkwardly at that, spurring the boy into manoeuvering further into her line of sight. "I know that when I sang 'Fat Bottomed Girls', it might have hurt your feelings a little bit, but... I think this makes up for it." The delinquent continued down to replace a disgruntled Santana. It's got a bit of a rockabilly feel, so it could give us an edge this weekend."

"I'm inclined to agree with you there," you admitted as your teacher nodded the boy on.

"All right. Show us what you've got."

You couldn't help but laugh as Santana walked by Mr Schue, muttering to the man, "Don't touch me. Don't touch me."

"It's called 'Big Ass... Heart'."

"Why was that good?" you asked once the boy's short performance was over, "Stop making things that I like."

Mr Schuester, it seems, didn't share your same opinions, 'cause as soon as he could, he popped up out of his seat, hoping to get the boy off of the floor.

"All right, guys, let's make Puck's song a contender, but I don't totally think we're there yet. Everyone look at your rhyming dictionaries, and let's work on banging out some songs that rock."

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"I have to talk with you."

With a short yell, you startled back, slamming your locker door in reaction. Snapping your head to the side, you spotted your sister, an almost conspiring look upon her features.

"Hey. Why do you always have to scare me? How was your songwriting session with blondie?" you asked, beginning to make your way down the hall, forcing a trailing Rachel to jog to catch up, to be by your side.

"It was fine. Quinn lacks my vision and years of studying lyrics and the meaning behind songs, but with some more work, I'm sure she could help me."

You rolled your eyes in reaction to her grandiose words while she quickly shook her head. "But that's not what I want to talk to you about."

"Aha. And what's on your mind?"

"I think Finn is dating Quinn again."

A familiar weight sunk in your chest. Cold and heavy. Something close to hopeless despair.

But you couldn't let your sister know that.

And you couldn't tell her that you knew they had been fooling around, even with no proof of that fact, considering she had flat-out believed Quinn's lie in the last celibacy club session you had attended. It would destroy her, and even though you knew you should tell her the truth, it would be the right thing to do, but you just didn't want to see her hurt.

"What makes you say that?"

"They were talking, and they were really close."

You gasped sarcastically, "I'll call the Pope!"

"Y/N, would you take this seriously?"

"And why the hell should I do that?" you asked, talking with a hand whilst the other held onto the strap of your backpack, "They were just taking, Rach. They can do that."

"Yeah, but it seemed... different."

"'Different' how?"

"Like they were talking about their relationship."

"And how does that look?" you almost laughed, "Look, Rach, at the end of the day, it's none of our business what they were talking about, no matter if he's your ex or not- If anything, you have less of a right to know."

Before she could reply, you were literally saved by the bell ringing overhead, signalling the start of your next class.

"Now, if you'll excuse me." You pointed over your shoulder with your thumb. "I have to go get a 'C+' on my calculus homework... with any luck," you finished to yourself as you walked away from her,

Thoughts of Quinn and Finn swam through your mind as that sinking feeling continued to grow.

---

It was a relief when Mercedes pulled you away from the rhyming dictionary before you with the incredible song she wrote and performed for everyone in the choir room.

"Yeah. Mercedes," Mr Schuester applauded with the club, speaking over everyone's cheers, "Really, really good."

"Thank you." The girl beamed.

"But, um..."

Mercedes' smile dropped at that.

"'But' my butt, Mr Schue. That song was amazing." She pointed a finger in the man's face as to get her point across.

"No, I agree. I'm just not sure that it's Regionals material."

The girl sighed softly, making her way over to the seats.

"Mr Schue, I wrote another verse of 'Trouty Mouth'," Santana voiced, bringing the attention to her, spurring Sam to raise the sign he had scribbled onto his notepad in support of Mercedes' song, reading 'hell no'.

Nodding along with the Latina from your seat beside her at the piano, you said, "I helped."

"No, no, no. Guys- Guys, just think about it. What's your favourite song of all time?"

"'My Headband'," Brittany spoke instantly.

"I'll let Rachel know that one person likes the song she's been torturing me with for weeks now."

"Allina Morissette's 'You Oughta Know'," Santana offered next.

Puckerman was Next. "'What's going on', Marvin Gaye."

"Puckerman, you're on a roll." Zizes complimented from where she stood, leaning against the side of the piano closest to you.

Taking the time to think on it while Santana and Puck had offered their favourite songs, you wracked your brain to find one of the songs that you loved.

"'Piano Man' by Billy Joel." You nodded, playing with the pen between your fingers.

"Okay, and what are all those songs about?" the teacher questioned.

"Headbands?" Brittany shrugged behind him.

Deciding to ignore the dirty blonde's answer, the man continued, "All these songs come from a place of pain. Look, the greatest songs are about hurt. And that's the side of yourself I want you to get in touch with."

"That should be easy," Artie stated, "Coach Sylvester tortures us for no reason and tries to get the entire school to hate us."

"Not that they didn't already." You shrugged. "At this point, it's just beating a dead horse with a stick."

"Yesterday, she filled Britt's and my lockers with dirt."

Mr Schuester rushed up to the whiteboard to begin listing Sue Sylvester's verbal abuse to the club.

"Okay, okay. Slow down."

"Literally no one else was talking," you uttered.

Mercedes voiced her own complaint about the blonde coach next, "Well, she literally throws sticks at me."

"Okay, what else? What else?"

"She called the Ohio Secretary of State saying she was me and that I wanna legally change my name to Tina Cohen-Loser."

You couldn't help but snort at that as everyone looked on in shock.

"She...?"

"Mean. Mean."

"I'm sorry," you told the girl, "I just wasn't expecting that."

"Okay, and how does that make you feel?"

"That she shouldn't be around children."

Fin had something else to say, however.

"Well... at first it hurts, but... then it mostly makes you wanna win."

"Guys..." the teacher smiled. "I think you may have just found your song."

"And that song is 'Trouty Mouth'." You pointed.

"No!" Mr Schue and Sam called out at the same time. Disappointing both you and the Latina who created the song.

"Now let's get to writing," the curly-haired man psyched everyone up as the title 'Loser Like Me' sat on the board behind him.

With a deep, grunted sigh, you dropped your head onto Santana's shoulder, preparing yourself for the only lesson to go.

By the end of the Glee Club meeting, your brain was fried by the number of words that ran through it. You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to string together a sentence if your life depended on it.

To come to your sister's aid, however? That was a whole other thing entirely.

It was the end of the school day, and you knew Rachel would be working overtime on her songwriting, dragging Quinn along with her.

And considering you would rather not have a murdered sister, you were on your way to the auditorium, fully intent on dragging her kicking and screaming from the school if you had to. 'Cause, there was no way in hell that you were coming back to pick her up.

Only, you didn't have to do anything of the sort.

You were stunned in place just before you could reach the backstage door of the auditorium when your sister strode out, tears spilling from her eyes, trying to keep her sobs at bay.

"I'll be waiting in the car," she whimpered, rushing past you, trying to get out of the school as quick as possible but knowing that you weren't about to let her state slide.

So, as you watched her leave down the hall, your face grew hard, anger boiling up within you, face turning into a snarl as you span on your heel, slammed the door open, and strode over to where the blonde was sitting at the piano on the stage.

"Hey, what the hell did you say to her?!" you asked, pointing behind you.

Quinn sniffed, blinking back the wetness building up in her red eyes.

Maybe if you weren't so angry at her, you would have noticed apparent distress of her own.

"I just gave her a dose of reality," she said primly, straightening out the papers scattered along the grand piano.

"Reality that makes her cry?"

"Life sucks, sometimes, Y/N," she snapped, "She needs to get used to it- The rest of us have."

You scoffed at that, shaking your head in reaction.

"You know, though last year you were pregnant and had all of those demon hormones, so that if I said, "Hey, I don't like this flavour of gum," you would go into an eternal rage. But at least you weren't such a heinous bitch all the time!"

The blonde was gobsmacked by your sudden snapped reaction, gasping and pointing to her chest as she repeated your words, in offence, "You think I'm a heinous bitch?"

"Oh no, I know you are!"

"And what?" she challenged, "You want me to go back to being that sad, pregnant girl? Just so that you will like me?"

"No." You shook your head, obviously. "I want you to go back to that girl who cared about people other than herself."

"You think I don't care?"

"Do you call this caring?!" you argued, gesturing to the space around you wildly, "Really? So, what was this "dose of reality" you gave her that you consider caring?" you asked, utilising air quotes as you did.

"I told her that she didn't belong here, in this town. She was going to get out of here, and I was just sending her on her way." She almost sneered, confusing you, as you thought she had insulted your sister and not told her exactly what she wanted to hear. "That I was going to get married to Finn and start a family, he was going to get Burt's tire shop, and I would become a successful real estate agent, and she-" Quinn had to take in a sharp breath to gear herself up for what she was about to say. "She knows that she's going to get everything she has ever dreamed of... just not the boy she loved in high school."

The blonde had a hard time reading you as you stood there, silently evaluating her.

"Is that really what you think of yourself?" you asked finally, confusing her.

"What?"

"You think you're gonna be stuck here for the rest of your life?"

"That's my dose of reality. I've gotten used to it."

Suddenly, your dwindling anger spurred back to life.

"After- After everything I told you, you still believe that?"

"What do you mean?"

"How many times have I told you you can do anything, Quinn Fabray?" you stepped up to her now, unknowingly mirroring her and Rachel's positions from only minutes ago, only flipped in your favour.

But still, the girl was stubborn. Looking up at you with a hard pour, not backing down.

"You're amazing, and you don't fucking see it. You once told me that you wanted to help change the word, make it a better place-"

"That was just a silly dream!" She yelled, flinging her arms out by her sides.

"No, it's not! It's not silly, and it's less a dream and more of a plan. Being a real estate agent is all well and good, but you are destined for far better things- Greater things."

It was only then that you noticed the hopeless look in her eyes, the way they shone with tears, reddened and burning as she fought them off tooth and nail.

"Quinn," you breathed, "Is... is this about-?"

"Don't." She sneered. "Just... just don't, Y/N. I don't want to hear this right now."

She turned, trying to walk away before you could confront her truth when it was too hard for her to do so herself.

"You don't need to hide yourself like this."

"What do you know?!" she yelled, spinning back to face you, tears fully built up in her eyes, but still, none fell, as she stormed back over to you, "You've never had to do it! You've never had to be someone you're not. You're lucky enough to have a family that accepted you the second you were born. Not only that, but your parents relate to you on that!"

"Yeah, you're right." You nodded after a few moments of silence. "I don't understand exactly what you're going through. But I do know that you don't have to throw yourself into a life you truly don't want just because you're too scared to be you. Look, I'm not telling you to come out or lead the fucking pride parade. That's up to you. It's your choice. You can still live the life you want without doing all that. Don't throw your dreams away because you're scared of how other people will perceive you."

And with that, you left the blonde alone to her thoughts, heading off to comfort your crying sister as best you could.

You couldn't get anything out of her during the whole car ride back home, which was abnormal for her when she was in a state such as ones like this.

Even when you arrived home, Rachel rushed straight up to her pastel yellow room, leaving you to watch from her doorway as she cried and scribbled lyrics onto her notepad, surrounded by multiple drafts crumpled up around her.

With a deep sigh and a droop of your shoulders, you knew there was nothing you could do to help her at that moment. She didn't want any help nor did she want comfort, so there was no likelihood that she would accept it.

Stepping foot into your own room, your eyes travelled to where your own pad of paper sat at your desk, infesting your brain with thoughts of writing your own song.

Shaking your head, you quickly decided, "absolutely not." Instead, you pulled out your textbook to work on your homework, your brain was broken enough from songwriting today, and you needed to finish your history for tomorrow. Even if you wanted to lay down and nap for the next four hours.

---

The next few days passed in a blur and yet dwindled along slowly, at the same time, mainly when you and your sister had to be around the blonde and her boyfriend.

But the day had finally arrived.

Regionals.

You had to admit that you weren't that hopeful, with your songs being original and all that, but you were still gonna give it your all. If not for yourself or your team, but for your sister.

As usual, your club was late arriving at the competition, so as the announcer introduced the first competitors over the PA, you scooted your way through the rows to your designated seats.

"-Let's have a warm welcome for Aural Intensity!"

"Still sounds like a stupid term for going down on someone," you mumbled over to Mike, who had to stifle his laugh into his shoulder.

The expression you wore was one of disgusted astonishment, watching Sue's clear attempt at pandering to the judges, which only further grew with the cheering crowd.

You just hoped that Kurt and the Warbler's performance was far better than what you were just forced to sit through.

That hope was quickly proved true, as to your utter surprise, your friend began the setlist for his Glee Club, which made you beam out of pure happiness for this chance for him to shine in front of an audience.

Both Berry's in the crowd found their eyes trailing over to the couple that was Quinn and Finn, noticing the way that their hands were linked. Rachel and yourself yearning for opposite people in said couple. How two people could captivate a pair of siblings and be together like it was nothing, effortlessly crushing both Berry's hearts, was beyond you. It just seemed like a sick joke the world was playing.

Tearing your eyes away from them, you focused back on your friend and his boyfriend.

You suppose that is why he didn't let you know that he would be singing front and centre for this competition. He was far too excited to gush about the boy he had been harbouring feelings for, for months now, who had become his boyfriend. And not only that, he had had his first real kiss, that wasn't with Brittany. Or, unknowingly to you, taking from him by Karofsky.

After their duet and Blane's rendition of 'Raise Your Glass', that got the whole crowd jumping on their feet, it was the New Direction's turn to perform.

Walking through the backstage area with Santana by your side, you overheard Finn talking to your sister.

"I really like your song."

"It sure is better than 'My Headband'." You threw over your shoulder, gaining a soft glare from Rachel before she swiftly turned back to talk to her ex-boyfriend.

"I still think I should have sung 'Trouty Mouth' as the solo."

Breathing out a laugh, you threw your arm over the girl's shoulder. "Oh, I agree with you there."

From across the way, almost as if his ears had been attuned to the two words so that he would be able to hear them strung together within a five-mile radius, Sam yelled, "Stop talking about 'Trouty Mouth'!" Harbouring laughs from the club in reaction.

"And now, from William McKinley High in Lima, Ohio, the New Directions!"

You were by Finn's side during the entirety of your sister's performance, arms folded across your chest, all the while he listened to the lyrics intently, with an awestruck look on his face.

"She was crying while she wrote this."

"Why?" he breathed back as if speaking any louder would disrupt the performance. Unable to take his eyes off of his singing ex.

You could have told him about her and Quinn's argument, but you thought it best to give him the whole, blaring, obvious truth.

"Because she's still in the love with you."

His breath shortened then, while you glanced behind him, spotting his girlfriend, who had obviously heard your statement, staring into your soul with a look you couldn't quite decipher. She was frustrated and annoyed you could tell that much, even though she hid it well. But there was also a hopelessness and longing emitted from her.

But there wasn't long for you to dwell on it, as a few moments later, she and the rest of the girls were marching out. Followed by the boys and yourself after Rachel had introduced your team. Which quickly lead into your next and final song for the competition.

You were glad that it wasn't another slow number, where you had to be careful and intricate with your dance moves, but instead was one where you could end it off by dousing the audience with shiny red confetti, masquerading in slushie cups along with a cart. A reference, which only people who knew about and attended your school would know of.

After the judges had taken a short amount of time in their deliberation, the three Glee Clubs and their directors were gathered on stage to hear the results of the competition.

"And now, to announce our winner, Lieutenant Governor Stevens' wife, Carla Turlington Stevens."

"Who are these random-ass people they get for these things?" you whispered, once again to Mike, as you joined everyone else to applaud for the woman.

"Do you think they would be able to get anyone else to do it?" he countered.

"Touché, I supposed not."

Once the woman took the stage, she felt that to be the ideal time to get her troubles off of her chest.

"My husband is verbally abusive, and I have been drinking since noon." Feedback from the microphone was the only thing that filled the awkward silence her confession had garnered. "I'm bored. Let's just see who won, huh?" Suspense filled the three hopeful teams as the drunk woman opened the first-place envelope. "The New Directions, you're going to Nationals in New York."

The celebrations with your team were cut short, thanks to Sue Sylvester's outburst, where she strode up to the Governor's wife and knocked her out cold.

Talk about being a sore loser.

---

You were sat beside your sister when Mr Schuester walked into the choir room, carrying a small trophy, busy talking on the phone.

"I'll show you the video when you get home. Have fun at the sweat lodge." You cringed at the next words he cooed down the line, trying -and failing- to hide it from his students. "Namaste to you too. Okay, bye."

Leaning closer to Rachel you muttered, "She could do so much better than him." Knowing that he and Holly Holliday had been seeing each other since she came in to teach everyone about sex, because they were so bad at hiding it.

Only she wasn't the only person who had heard your comment.

Quinn Fabray, who was seated in front of your sister, peered at you from the corner of her eye, a ghost of a smile shadowing her lips. Sending a hopeful rush through you, even though your mind was screaming at you that it was worthless to even feel.

"Miss Holliday sends her best," he turned to tell the team, "And can't wait to congratulate you all in person when she gets back from her meditation retreat. Now, we all know that winning Regionals was a team effort, and Nationals isn't going to be any different. But... like in sports, every winning team has a player that rises above to help carry their teammates to victory. The M.V.P.." He pointed before bringing the gold star trophy into view. "And I would like to start a tradition of honouring that player after every one of our competitions. So, per a unanimous vote by all of you... our Regionals M.V.P. is... Miss Rachel Berry."

The club applauded for your sister as the director waved her down to accept her award.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you." She beamed. "If I could just say a few words?"

"Sure."

"And here she goes, making me regret voting for her," Santana said dryly.

"Same." You nodded, smiling down at Rachel playfully. Please don't start singing."

She rolled her brown eyes at you.

"Well, first of all, I just wanna say how amazing the song you guys wrote was. I-I was so inspired. You know, it's funny. I've won a lot of trophies before for singing competitions, and dancing competitions but... I've always felt like the girl who never gets the brass ring... and maybe I never will." She shrugged. "But today a-and at Regionals... the way you guys believed in me and... took a chance with me... all I've ever wanted was to feel special... and to feel chosen. And... I just, um... I wanted to thank you guys so much for giving me that. So, that's all."

After your sister's tearful speech, you lead the charge in giving her a hug, a proud look on your face, at her -not arrogant- speech.

So maybe doing original songs wasn't the worst idea ever.

You still thought it was pretty dumb, though.

However, there was no way you were gonna let Rachel know that anytime soon.

After all, you were far too excited for one thing and one thing alone.

New York City.

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tell me your headcanons for mac n cheese and cheddar RIGHT NOW!! /nf /silly

HI THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK AGSJDBDKFBSKRB /GEN THIS MAKESME SO HAPPY ,,,,

i think that if i were to go in depth about my headcanons and lore for them this post would be a bit long so heres some of the simpler ones X]

links lead to drawings ive made relating to my headcanons 👍

Cheddar Cheese

• cheddar is very. VERY tall. like 6'9" (funny number). Makes it worse because sometimes they like to wear heels

• uses all pronouns but mainly they/them :3 male/female honorifics

• a lesbian. Question mark ? still debating

• rogueforts cousin!!! Survived the blue cheese manor fire (which happened when it was just a teen)

• related to above if you know anything about my roguefort lore they grew up in a Not so great rich snobby family!! they were buxton blue cheeses child which makes cheesecake their sister as well. Dont ask where the accent came from let me have this JZVDKFBDK

• intersex and bigender - when growing up they were forced to fit into either "boy" or "girl" and didnt exactly fit either stereotype biologically or through their behavior so their parents were very frustrated with them. Turns out theyre both!!!

• it started as a joke because of ratatouille but. i am a firm believer in ratmouse cheddar. are they a rat? is he a mouse? both? Neither? no matter what they hide ears under their hat and paws under her gloves and a rat tail under their coat because i think its fun💥💥they should have rat/mouse features as a treat

• they have legs that are way too thin and not at all proportinate to tjeir body. i cannot stand drawing them because of this.

• resting :3 face

• very much cursed (it would take a few posts to explain this one)

• whatever this is

Macaroni

• shorter than cheddar but still on the taller side!! 5'11"

• uses he/him pronouns but he doesnt really care what pronouns are used on him. fem honorifics or anything he doesnt mind that either

• amab and genderfae :] (basically genderfluid without the masc part of the spectrum)

• lesbian

• older sister of my oc maccy cheese cookie (who was made before mac and cheddar were introduced HXBFJ). macaroni is 6 years older than them

• parents just Straight up abandoned him and his sibling as kids!! i could explain this one further but probably in another post

• it may be hard to believe but he is older than cheddar

• CANNOT STAND unsolved mysteries. having unsolved cases or puzzles makes him physically ill and he cant stand to eat or sleep when he doesnt know the solution

• related to above he despises cliffhangers and surprises and if he cant read a mystery novel in one full sitting it will EAT HIM ALIVE

• also related. Loves math! fun little puzzles that (almost) always have one logical solution. he does NOT however like math problems with multiple/no solutions

• easily startled by sudden loud noises or actions

• a lil chubby!!

• he has a little macaroni tail. sorry

as for my mac n cheese (ship) headcanons,, i cant explain them very well without context to my Full lore for the two but heres my attempt HVDKFB

• started as INCREDIBLY one sided (cheddar had romantic feelings for mac while mac had feelings of. Hatred)

• cheddar is incredibly easy to fluster because shes not used to being on the Recieving end of affection (cough cough for curse reasons cough)

• cheddar is also incredibly touch starved (cough cough for curse reasons cough)

• macaroni can just. Use cheddar as a bed. they are so fucking tall and wide he can just snooze on them

• they are so doomed toxictragic yuricore im going to kill them

YAAY thats all ill do for now but if anyone has any further questions i would love to answer

rbs ok!!!

#aaa idk if i wanna main tag #but #yeagh!!!#🎉 asks #🎉 rambles #universe a au

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scourgethecat66 · 2 years

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tweek and craig:

a very, very thorough explanation because when i tell people about it they do not understand 💀 which is fine its kinda confusing-

tweek and craig, two characters from south park that used to have minimal importance to the actual show, soon turned into the biggest ship the whole south park has ever witnessed. possibly even overriding the amount of style (or stan x kyle). so, what do i need to explain?

oh god.

everything.

tweek tweak:

south park started in 1997 and continued to more add characters as the show went on. we soon met tweek, or tweek tweak, who arrived to the show in the episode “Gnomes” from season two. he had many other appearances. (especially season 3, with tweek vs craig) season 6 featured him most of the season when picked to be the replacement of kenny, who died of a muscular disease. (he soon came back in the last episode of that season)

tweek is the son of a coffee shop owner named Richard Tweak, who is married to Helen Tweak. he drinks coffee every second of the day, even replacing water with coffee. this coffee is revealed to be lined with meth, which he takes in everyday. tweek suffers of ADD, or Attention Deficit Disorder. he tends to twitch a lot.

he has blonde hair, a green-like shirt that has been buttoned improperly, blue or black pants, and black shoes.

craig tucker:

craig tucker arrived to south park in the episode “Mr. Hankey, The Christmas Poo,” or episode 9, season 1. he is known for sticking his middle finger up, even getting in trouble everyday due to his “middle finger” behavior. he is seen sitting in-front of Mr. Mackey’s office, the guidance counselor, in many episodes. he made many more appearances than tweek due to him always being the background or an extra character in stans, kyles, kennys, and cartmans problems.

craig tucker is the son of Thomas Tucker and Laura Tucker. he has a sister named Tricia Tucker. craigs family tend to flip each other off. craig has black hair, which is different from his parents and his sisters. this caused speculations that craig was adopted.

he has black hair, a blue hat with a yellow fluffy top, a blue coat, and black pants with black shoes.

now its onto the deep dive.

tweek x craig

ever since the show introduced these characters, there were always people shipping them. but, a really big ship used to craig x kenny, which soon started to die down as a new, canon ship started to erupt. tweek x craig. the two had many appearances, but were not necessarily seen close together accept in the background. you can see them standing together in many scenes. tweek is also a member of craigs gang, which holds four members in total: tolkien, craig, tweek, and clyde. (also adding timmy and jimmy, but since tweek usually hangs out with them, i made it four. BUT. that does not exclude them.)

tweek vs craig had tweek and craig fight. this episode occured in season 3 and started with kyle and cartman betting on which one of them was the biggest troublemaker in Mr. Alder’s class. this was the start of something new. as the show progressed, the creators of the show soon saw the small mass of tweek x craig art. they decided….

to make an episode.

tweek x craig, an official episode. this held the two boys going absolutely crazy about the Asian girls at school drawing them in the form of yaoi. (this is where i get interested, so buckle up.) craig and tweek both were concerned and didnt want this to happen, which caused them to fight.

then, coming up with a plan to stop all of this, they decide to be together—then break up. tweek says its too much pressure and craig says to him, “you’re capable of more than you think.” tweek agrees, and they get their plan in action. tweek ends up being horribly good at lying and basically makes craig feel like shit. so, craig walks home feeling sad. explanation on what i mean here, since some do not understand the importance of this scene:

craig cares that tweek ratted him out, even though it was all fake, there had to be a bigger reason that the show had it rain and his hat getting all soaked. craig was genuinely hurt, and it shows. this means he actually felt something towards tweek, making it hurt so much more than it should’ve.

time skip, tweek decides that he felt bad and wants to make it up to craig. he says that they should say they’re together again, but craig denies. he says that he doesnt want to be what everyone tells him to be. now- hold up- wait right there. he wants to be straight? so why is he with tweek? its fake right? tsk tsk tsk….no….he wants to be gay. he comes to term with what he really is. yeah they thought him saying that means he wanted to be straight, since everyone wanted him to be gay. BUT. NOOO. so, in the end, it shows them holding hands.

(more clarification, craigs dad didn’t necessarily accept craig being gay until cupid cartman shot him in the head with an arrow. this could be what he meant by “dont wanna be what they tellin me to be)

craig comes to terms with himself, and ends up with tweek.

so…why am i still talking about it? shouldnt i like shut up now? no. its time for the wattpad writers.

tweek x craig: what the butt

people have been picking tops and bottoms for so many years. this makes it so these characters lose their characteristics, or charms. tweek is seen as this fragile, small, and weak person. but—god no he’s not.

1: tweek kicks ass

taken from the episode, “South Park is Gay” from season 7 (season 7, episode 8) you can see here that they ganged up on kyle for not being “metrosexual,” tweek also joins in on the beating.

he really isnt all that innocent. he beat up someone for being different. he also handles a gun-

1. hes not afraid to hurt/blow something up (unsafely) or someone if it means saving his friends

2. no problem beating up kyle for being different

so when i read fanfictions, i can already tell that the writer will make tweek depend on craig, even though he is his own person. ever since tweek and craig became official, it has been apparent that people see tweek as the weak one who needs protection, but he can obviously protect himself.

2. craig also kicks ass

craig has always been fairly rude or sarcastic. he can definitely defend himself in situations, even bullying other kids in south park. but, when writing him, people always make him the prime protector. craig deserves to be protected too. we can see that tweek is protective of him like come on guys—

(especially in South Park: The Fractured But Whole)

together: wonder tweek and super craig

the south park game, South Park: The Fractured But Whole shows us exactly what im saying—there is no weak or strong in this relationship. after the patch up between the two, we can see that they are very overprotective of each other. when craig gets hit, tweek gets defensive and is like noo craigg how dare you hurt him. when tweek gets hurt craig is like ayo wtf thats my man. so we can obviously see the love between the two. especially because this game has their own dedicated storyline 😏.

1. both overprotective

2. both care

3. both get mad if one of them gets hit—

THERE IS NO WEAK OR STRONG.

concluding thoughts:

these two are the best couple in all of south park, prove me wrong. they obviously care for each other, and the tweek x craig episode was not a joke and not a lie, they genuinely love each other and are together.

do urself a favor and watch the episode tweek x craig 💀

ok mic drop 🎤

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ieatyourbeauty · 1 year

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**Enemies With Benefits: Soap x OC part 3**

part 1

part 2

recap: They did the do they both liked the do and Spider has some feelings that needs release what happens when they almost get caught?

Exhibition/ PiV they share a coconut creampie

also minors dont interact this is for big boys and girls.

Soap is blue

Spider is Purple

and if u see yellow hi hello thats me

Spider had gotten up earlier she looked at soap still deep asleep holding her hand she blushed. She sat up leaving the bed and his warmth she looked at her ripped dress and lingere on the floor no way those are still wearable when he tore them to shreds. she whispered.

Spider: god dammit soap I liked this set.

So she took one of his shirts it smelled like him and put it on before she left she looked at Soap, Sure she hated the guy but there was a softness to him when he was asleep she smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she left his room. Soaps eyes flutter open before closing them again resuming his sleep.

Soap would wake up with the sunlight that came through the curtain. he would go back to his usual routine of washing his face thinking about the nice wet dream he had about Spider, But while he was getting ready he realized that there was indeed clothes on the floor.

Soap: So much for dreams

He would mutter to himself before picking up the dress and lingerie and putting them on a chair in his room , before he'd go back to his washing room then he remembered feeling the kiss on his cheek it left with a warm feeling though he didnt want to admit to himself that he....maybe might've started to like her a little bit?

Soap: ....fuck....

He'd say then let out a frustrated and loud sigh before he leave for the mess hall.

Spider was daydreaming about last night not really eating her food when a familiar voice snapped her out of it but it wasn't Soap.

Frank: ....Josey....

Spider: oh....hey Frank....

She would say in a deadpan tone what the hell did he want? she wondered. It wasn't like they went out hell she was trying to use him for a free meal or quick fuck before the thing that happened with Soap well...happened. Frank safe to say was pissed with her for last night he planned this fancy date and she goes and betrays him for a quick fuck from her superior officer.

Frank: I wanna talk about last night.

Josey: what's there to talk about last time I heard you said to him "You can have her" your words. Trust me there's nothing to talk about

Frank: look you fucking barrack bunny. Is it my fault that I spent all this money on you and you throw it all away for what?

Soap would overhear this while he was getting breakfast...he'd roll his eyes and get back to his food though he is nosey so he did listen who could blame him one word caught his attention.

Soap: barrack bunny?

Frank: Fucking another soldier, look at me when I'm talking to you fucking whore!

Spider was furious at the names she was being called she stands up from her sitting position and hits his face hard with her food tray frank falls from the hit and she goes and kicks him in the stomach.

Spider: That's for calling me a barrack bunny asshole!

She kicks him again

Spider: and that's for calling me a whore!

she spits on him

Spider: fucking loser.

She walks out of the mess hall in anger. Soap hears some of the other soldiers gossip behind him about the scene pissing him off.

Soap: Oh, shut it.

Soap's scowl got worse as he heard everyone start whispering about Spider, He hated gossip. More than that, he hated being forced to listen to it!.

Soap: I thought we were soldiers, not little schoolgirls.. Who she spends her time with is hardly anyone's concern.

Soap's voice remained somewhat quiet, but stern enough he could make his point. at this point some of the soldiers apologized or didn't say anything at all. Soap would come to the sparring room seeing Spider using a punching bag sweat already on her face he'd grab a kick-bag placing next to the punching bag putting on some gloves and began warm up exercises after that he'd get to hitting it.

drenched with sweat she takes off her shirt she has a sports bra which contains her tits and wipes her sweat with her shirt. Soap stops to catch his breath, and turns to look at her..now that he has a clear view the sight was hard to describe. Spider caught his gaze and smirked acting in a smart manner.

Spider: got a staring problem Soap?

Soap: I do how can I look away

He was half joking as he was really enjoying the way her tits bounced when she hit the punching bag. Spider giggles to herself and resumes training, she was still mad about the frank shit and the punching bag wasn't working.

Spider: This isn't working I'm still pissed about that shithead Frank

Soap: go...on

Spider: fighting isnt gonna work.....its...something else. do I have to spell it out

Soap being the cheeky shit that he is decides to play stupid.

Soap: I dont know what you mean...lil spider.

Spider: please dont make me say it.....please

Soap approaches her knowing what she is about to say he chuckles a bit leans in and whispers in her ear.

Soap: Go on... Spit it out...

Spider: please....fuck me soap

Soap getting closer he can hear her breathing heavily he liked that sound.

Soap: Sorry, Can't do that... You gotta say it properly...get on your knees.

Spider:....(fucking bastard)

Spider gets on her knees embarrassed by the next sentence she's about to say, Soap has a sly smirk on his face.

Spider: Please fuck my pussy Soap

Soap: ahh that looks so much better...See that wasn't so hard now, was it?

Soap grabs her arm to lift her up taking her to a private exercise room in the Gym he locks the door and makes her kneel in front of him again.

Soap: this is a good look for you spider...

He takes out his hard cock and gives her one simple order, already Spider feels a warmth down in her pussy just from seeing it.

Soap: suck on it

She licks the tip licking his precum off and playing around the slit of his dick with the tip of her tongue making him shudder he sees that shes teasing looking up at him. He takes the back of her head and pushes his dick deeper in her mouth she's gagging on his cock.

Soap: fuck you look so good gagging on my cock sweet girl

Soap's fucking spiders mouth tears in her eyes from gagging he takes his cock out of her mouth allowing her to breathe for a minute. Spider opens her mouth while Soap taps his dick on her tongue drool going down her neck.

Soap: finally a good use for that mouth of yours, as much as I would love to cum in your pretty mouth I've got other plans stand up.

Spider stands up Soap gives her a kiss its forceful passionate their tongues fighting for dominance though we all know whos gonna win that fight. He puts his hand down spider's pants feeling how wet her cunt is from just blowing him he has a surprised look she blushes her eyes looking away from him.

Soap: all this from just suckin me off? look at my fingers spider.

He'd demand and she looked at him he licked her juices off his fingers.

Soap: you taste so fuckin good lil spider.

Spider: y-your so gross

Soap: yet you don't stop me ..curious

He'd insert two of his fingers inside of her pussy his fingers going fast inside she moans softly in his ear.

Soap: that's it make those pretty sounds for me only me.

Spider: s-soap I'm coming fuuck

Soap: not yet

He took his fingers out of her pussy leaving her feeling empty she whimpers without his touch he pulls her pants down rubbing his cock between her folds she shudders from it.

Soap: lay on your belly ass up

Spider does as Soap commands her to do she wiggles her hips and he grabs her hip making her stay still while he puts his cock inside her earning a groan from both of them.

Spider: fuu-uck

Soap: so fuckin tight...

Soap begins fucking her hard and slow she moans with each thrust into her cunt hes spanking her ass with each thrust.

Soap: your gettin tighter with each spank you fuckin slut.

All the sudden they hear a knock at the door they both stop Soap being the genius that he is calls out, Spider staying silent.

Soap: yeah what do you want I'm lookin for weights

Spider:....(u stupid motherfucker no one is gonna believe that)

Unfortunately its Ghost at the door, panic sets in for the both of em.

Ghost: Soap you've seen Spider anywhere?

Soap: uhhh can't say that I have LT.

Spider moving her hips looking at soap to go slow Soap sweaty from panic or the "exercise" that they're doing thrusts slow, she covers her mouth to stifle the moans and whimpers she making she's getting tighter around Soap's cock making him stutter his speech.

Ghost: Been looking for her everywhere she has some reports to file I know you two don't get along but I'd figure I would try and see if you've seen her.

Soap: y-yeah I think it's a woman issue with her to-today ahh-shit

Ghost: you alright in there?

Spider: hmm(fuck Im gonna cum and I feel he is too.)

Soap: y-Yeah I'm fine this work out is just taking alot out of me i-if I see her I'll tell her you stopped by.

Ghost: alright see ya.

Ghost left the door both Spider and Soap hearing him leave he picks up his pace going faster and harder in Spider's aching pussy.

Spider: h-holy fuck S-soap

Soap: you fuckin minx gettin.... tighter you want people to see you get fucked by me don't you.

Spider: y-yes I w-wanted him to watch

Soap: you're a sick little bitch Josey

While he fucked her he played with her clit earning a loud moan from Spider her eyes rolling in the back of her head her mind going blank, This sent her over the edge she came around soap's cock he couldn't handle it anymore and he growled as he came inside Spider's pussy filling her with his cum they were breathing heavily. He pull out of her his cum dripping it out of her pussy and hitting the exercise mat. He sits down on the floor and Spider sits next to them they both laugh a bit at almost getting caught.

Spider. heh holy shit imagine if he caught us after seeing us fight the other day.

Soap: I think he would have a heart attack.

Soap looked at Spider in a different light than yesterday she was smiling and giggling with him like they've been best friends for years, he thought she looked beautiful, he caressed her cheek and moved hair away from her face making her blush then he kissed her softly.

Soap: got you to laugh.

Spider:...thanks...

After a few moments of awkward silence, Spider stood up and got dressed adjusting her hair and outfit.

Spider: I'd better go and...you know reports and all Ghost is probably wondering where I am. See ya Soap.

Soap smiles a bit at her not wanting to keep her from her duties.

Soap: See ya Josey.

Her heart skipped a beat when he said her real name, she leaves the room. Soap chuckled to himself.

Soap: hate to see ya go but I love to watch ya leave.

(this is neil ellice fault through and through for that last line. I will sue for emotional damage neil you will be hearing from my lawyers)

#soap x reader #soap mw2 #soap smut #soap mctavish #john mactavish x reader #soap x oc #cod mw2 #cod x reader #mw2 smut

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therealpontius · 1 year

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Romeo and Juliet

Plot: mtv is hosting a huge party which your sworn enemies (to the public eye) will be attending too

Warnings: drug misuse/alcoholism/public sex (not reader)/ no smut involving reader

Mtv. Fame. Money. Jackass. Street cats.

"Hey you ready?" Your friend sadie asked, slipping on her heels.

When jackass first started it raised all the little boys ego, dressing and acting like the idiots that flung themself around on tv every saturday night. You and your friend group got pretty sick of the whole 'boys will be boys' situation knowing if you done it you would be called 'wreckless whores'. At first no one was intrested but as soon as the female audience of jackass heard of the new show 'street cats' they went crazy, devouring every last peace they could. Tonight was a stupid mtv party they were hosting for all the popular stars to show up to, ozzy osbourne would be there so you were beyond exited.

"Totally, never been more ready" you wore low waisted blue jeans with a tight crop top and hoop earrings. "We are going to fucking kill it, the girls are waiting so we better be fast" with that you stood up, feeling more pretty that ever before, your blonde hair warm against your cheeks from recently straightening it. You and sadie left the room to see pam, dolly and oprah sitting in the hall, beers sitting in each one of their hands "hey girl!" Oprah greeted you, standing up with the rest "you all look stunning, we are going to kick those idiots asses tonight!" You said enthusiastically to lighten the mood. Jackass was much more popular but that didnt mean you guys werent better, and hotter.

As you entered the red carpet, looking around at the multiple drug addicts that posed like they were the face of america, you got yourself prepared to get shitfaced and have either the best or worst night of your life. "Hey street cats!" A interview shouted your attention. More interviewers noticed so it gave you the opportunity to get interviewed separately. "Hey y/n! Hows your night going?" "Yeah good so far, just arrived!" "Thats great, you look amazing! Who are you the most exited about meeting tonight?" "Thankyou! Definitely ozzy osbourne, big inspiration for me growing up" "same here sister! Who are you least exited to meet?" You thought for a moment and brought yourself closer to the mic as if to tell the audience a secret that no one else knows. "Dont tell anyone but the jackass boys" you laughed alittle and backed away "thats all the questions i got, have a good night!"

As you walked around you couldnt see the girls, 'they probably just gone off to mingle' you thought, looking round the crowd to see if you noticed anyone. You flinched feeling a double tap on your shoulder, turning round with a smile that quickly dropped at the smug smile of the western hunk. "Heya doll!" "Hey johnny, can i help?" He smiled down at you only making you resent him more. "Just wanting to talk! Good luck for later becuase we are totally going to kick your ass at the drinking competition steve-os holding for us" you crossed your arms, feeling cameras take pictures of you both. "Yeah? And who said you are? You are your side hoes are weak." Johnny let out a forced laugh, bam appearing next to him "bam! Bam! Did you hear what she said?" Bam shook his head and smiled at anticipation "she called you my side hoe and said we are weak!" They both fake laughed, clutching their stomachs "your fake laughs dont phase me boys" "doubt is sweetheart, your only a little girl of course they are. You only started this 'street tramps' thing to copy us! You seek our validation!" Bam said, johnny nodding along "'street cats' you bafoon. Now piss off, ill see you later when i out drink your asses" you stormed away "yeah whatever!" Bam shouted behind you.

20 minutes later the scene had got much more busy and you managed to meet up with the girls, telling them about the competition steve-o was holding. At first they shut it down but as they thought about it more you all decided to atleast try with the chance of embarrassing them all. "Oh my god! Ozzy! Hes here!" You squeal "well girl its your scene, we will wait here you go meet him!" Dolly said, shoving you towards him. "Hello mr osbourne!" You greet him with your hand "what is this? Fucking meeting the queen? Call me ozzy love" he smiled shaking your hand roughly "i see you on the screen, kellys a big fan!" "Thats great to hear man, we arent particularly a public favourite" you laugh, he laughs along too "neither am i!". "Holy shit ozzy?" A deep voice sounds behind you both, you and the older rock star turn your heads to see chris pontius standing in a thong and bunny ears. "You look like a fucking clown!" Ozzy laughs, taking in his whole look. Chris giggles and playfully jumps up and down "ozzy! Can we borrow you for a minute?" An interviewer shouted over, ozzy nodded in response leaving you and chris.

Chris had never really said anything to you before, you hadnt really said anything to him either. "Hey im chris pontius!" He greeted smiling, his smile made you smile you just couldnt help it. "Arent you supposed to hate me?" You ask, laughing alittle "i dont hate women, they make the world go around" he smiled, making you blush alittle "plus your hot!" Your cheeks glow red "likewise". You both share eyecontact that lasted a second too long "chris there you are i thought you- oh whats she doing here!" "Getting in the way is what shes doing, move lady we have some hard core drinking to do" chris brushed past you with his hand in steve-os shoulder. The girls walked up to you cocking their eyebrows "what the fuck was that? I havent seen you look at a man like that since thomas?" Pam asked, flicking your shoulder "i made him think he was worth me, plus these cameras are going to eat it up if we have a squabble. They did with johnny and bam so i just dont want anymore negative storys going around about me" you lied but your friends believed you, hooking your arms with theirs and walking into the huge party.

A couple of hundred booths sat, stars drinking their memory away or shoving powder up their nose in the most obvious way possible. "Its stinks like shit in here" sadie pointed out, yours moods sorta being killed. "Ladys over here!" Steve-o called out from behind you "hey o' " sadie winked jokingly. She had a one night stand with him awhile ago and knew he regretted it. "Hey sade... you girls ready?" Steve-o asked while you all sat down. Chris sat next to you, the booth was huge and curved giving all of you plenty of room. "WAITOR! Two rounds of your strongest shot!" Wee man demanded like he was royalty. "So what you girls been up to? Shopping?" Ryan asked, cocking his eyebrow "no ryan, we are thinking of new skits" dolly said calmly "'how much money can we spend in an hour?'" Bam laughed "very funny brandon, no we are going skating in an abandoned water park" pam rolled her eyes, probably regretting agreeing to drink with these bafoons. "Thats so badass i almost fell asleep hearing about it" ehren rolled his eyes "shut up danger! What do you do anyways? Prance around in a pink skirt? Safety first? So badass of you" he blushed alittle in embarrassment "exactly" "here you go" the waiter smiled, resting the tray down before you all.

You all equally took your two shots and rested them before you, looking round for Steve-o to call out when to start. "Ready ladys?" Steve-o asked cockily "always" sadie butted in "THREE TWO ONE" all at the same time you downed your shots, groaning at the bitter and flaming taste creeping down your throats. Sadie never reacted, drinking so much it was hardly ever enough anymore. "WAITOR. TWO MORE FOR US" she shouted out, making the boys groan "MAKE IT FOUR" steve-o joined in, enjoying the challenge. "So hows your night been?" Chris asked trying to make conversation "fucking fabulous, apart from when i met this guy earlier. TOTAL dick. You?" "Same here, but a girl" he giggled, making you roll your eyes.

The doubled shots arrived and you all got you your own four, looking at them like a kid who was being fourced to drink sour cough syrup. "THREE TW-" "TWO ONE" Sadie interupted steve-o making him look at her in discust. You all downed the four, a few coughing and gagging "fuck sake" you complained, running your hands down your face. "Too much for you? Your lady instincts are kicking in, better stick to a cheeky glass of wine" chris winked, with instinct you brought your fist down to his crotch harshy making him yelp "FOUR MORE" you scream, the boys laughing at chris who kept his head rested on the table

Once again you all sat with four infront of you, downing them when steve-o and sadie counted to one. "Fucking mingin!" Bam exaggerated, flailing his hands around "what even is in this?" Chris asked, looking at the small amount of liquid that sat at the bottom of the shot glass, it was thick and a dark brown colour. "Whatever it is, its workin alright" wee man laughed.

There was sort of a friendship feel between street cats and jackass, like tom and jerry. Tom never really hated jerry but just pretended so that he is not replaced, much like how the street cats pretend to hate jackass so that they can stay relevant and not be replaced with another (shitty) reality show since the views were so low.

Ten shots down and the drink hit you like a brick in the face, holy shit that cough syrup was STRONG. "This will continue im just gunna, just gunna stick to the beer" johnny slurred slightly, no one judging since they were all the same. Johnny, wee man and ehren headed to the bar leaving ryan, bam, steve-o and chris. "Why did you guys start the street tramps?" Bam asked, wanting to get a rise out of you again. "Because we are sick of people acting funny only being allowed for boys, girls can be funny too" oprah argued, bringing her pointed finger down onto the table and ignoring bams very obvious attempt at making her yell. "I think its pretty hot, just not you guys stealing our material and adding dish washers to it" steve-o shrugged, laughing to himself. "Misogynistic pig!" Sadie raised her voice, throwing one of the plastic shot glasses at steve-os head "ay fucking watch it!" He warned, slamming his hands off the table. You sighed, laying your head back wanting everyone just to calm down for once

"i wish they could just fuck again and get it over with" chris said next to your ear making you jump slightly "what?" "Cant you see it?" You both turned to face steve-o and sadie who sat staring at eachother like they were going to go for eachothers throats while everyone else was in their own conversations. "Theres too much sexual tension, i say they should just fuck, again, and get it over with" you scoff and then pause alittle "yeah your right to be honest" "always am" "well not exactly", you argue back, turning to face him. "How come?" He raised his brow, a slight smirk on his face "well what was that shit earlier, 'i could never hate a woman, they make the world go around' or some bull shit like that" he just shrugged obviously not getting what you were getting at " 'move lady' ?" He smirks alittle now understanding "what? Your a lady and i was asking you to move" "yeah. Sure-" "just admit it! Your obsessed with me!" Sadie shouted to steve-o, they looked like a mirror of eachother, standing with hands rested on the desk, angry drunk faces and both craving more drink. "Obsessed!? Your crazy!" Steve-o shouted back "oh for fuck sake calm down!" Ryan shouted over steve-o pushing him down by his sholders "if you guys are so fucking angry them just fuck the anger out, it works and we would get to have conversations that are not interrupted by two drunk psychos" he spoke again, rolling his eyes. "PSYC-" you instantly stood up and covered sadies mouth, she had clearly been drinking well before the party "sadie shut up, shut the fuck up" you whispered to her a warning and her eyes met yours, a sorry look on her face. "Just sit down, we wont be with him all evening" she nodded into your hand and sat down.

"Hello ladys!" Johnny said enthusiastically, plopping down a tray full with shots infront of him "four each" "look i really dont think that sadie and steve-o should be drinking anymore" you advise him "nice excuse but if shes out then the whole competition is over, we will win doll" you glance over to the rest of the girls to silently decide "give us the shots knoxville" pam laughs, earning four of the thick black shots placed infront of her. Ehren, wee man and johnny all sat down again. "Shit this is horrific" chris muttered to you, sensing you feeling the same way towards the pathetic competition. "THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called, all you you throwing the liquid down your throats, the burning feeling that you all decided to forget about coming back. Ehren and bam dry heaved alittle and dolly put her head in her hands "fuck! Thats so discusting" johnny laughed, looking around at everyones vile reactions. "ANOTHER FOUR" steve-o called out making you all gasp alittle "hey.. o' maybe we should calm down alittle" chris advises earning a dirty look from his best friend "what? Are you weak?" He said with a tone of disgust "exactly FOUR MOR-" steve-o cut off his demanding when a waitor placed down the tray without care and rolled her eyes at steve-o.

"Man i really dont think i can.." wee man complained, holding his chest "stop being a pussy!" Oprah joked, taking her own four off already. "THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called again, heads slowly drank the shot, feeling ill with it. "Hey babes im off to go party" dolly said, grabbing her bag, as if the boys forgot that this was a party not just a bar they light up, getting up aswell. You sat behind while they all ran away to gather yourself "not your scene?" You heard chris's voice again "chris why do you keep trying to talk to me?" He held his hand to his heart "ouch? You just look like a fun person, or an uptight bitch. What one are you?" He asks, challenging you "fuck, your a persuasive guy" you say sarcastically , he holds his hand up to you and helps you to your feet, both stumbling to the crowd of people who danced.

You and chris danced like fools to the music that played loudly u till your eye caught onto sadie who slowly inched to the bathroom, hand in steve-os "chris!" You gasped, grabbing his forearm "look!" You walked alittle closer towards the two but not close enough for them to notice "holy shit they are totally going to bang, steve-o has that crazy look in his eyes" the two ran into the bathroom, chris now grabbed your forearm and ran towards the door. It felt odd to be snooping in on your friends private life but, its fun. After two minutes of pushing past stubborn drunk people you met the door, smoke came from the bottom and it stank of weed, sadie moaned louder than you ever heard. "Holy shit they are really going for it" chris giggled deeply, you noticed his growing arousal in his tiny thong but chose to ignore it. "Cmon bunny lets go do something" you smile, stealing his bunny ears and placing them on your own head "something? What do you mean?" You could tell he was hoping that you ment sex but instead you too him to the top floor.

It was quite and chill, dimly lit with a good few candles. This was the smoking area but no one really went by the rules. You got cosy on a bean bag that sat next to a window, patting the one next to you for him to sit down. "How the fuck did you know about this?" He smiled, looking around at the few rockstars who sat smoking a joint "i had a look at the venue before hand so i knew the best places" "well..." chris fished his hand into his thong making you gasp abit and look around "here" he pulled out a little plastic bag that had two joins in it "i kept them in the pocket at the bottom" he held one out to you, hesitant, you picked it up with the tip of your fingers "oh cmon its not that bad, ive been told my dick tastes quite nice" he said matter of factly, getting up and walking towards what looked like a high out his face nikki sixx. "Nikki... nikki" chris repeated untill the mans face was staring up at him, nikki had been in contact with steve-o and had talked to the boys so chris wasnt star struck.

"Dude, what the fuck are you wearing" "my uniform... can i borrow your lighter?" Nikki rolled his eyes and gave chris his lighter with a smile "there. Give it back." Chris strutted back over to you, passing you a black lighter that had 'sixx' ingraved on the side. "Thanks" you tried to hide the fact your heart was racing at the thought of nikki only a few seconds away, and lit your blunt, passing the lighter back to chris who done the same.

"The alcohol is really making its way to my brain" you laughed, trying to keep your head in place "yeah man ive got to a stage where i can just cope when im drunk, all that drinking with steve-o has REALLY taken its toll" you both laugh loosely, taking a hit of your blunts. It was dark by now and rain hit quietly off the window, the music from downstairs faded onto a blur. "Its mad thinking how thats nikki sixx" you finally said, looking over to the passed out man "yeah but hes just like us... famous" chris giggled blowing smoke into your face "its crazy thinking we have people who want to be us" you add making him think "like im an Inspiration to kelly osbourne" his eyes widened "really? Im an Inspiration to every demon spawn child" "i saw a child wearing the party boy track suit with these on the other day" you point to the ears that still sat contently on your head. "Thats cute, i wanna have children one day and raise them to be the most respectful little people i can" he said looking out the window "yeah right, your kids are going to be devils" "no no im being serious, i want them to be more respectful than i have been tonight, im sorry" he nodded to you as if to tell you 'im being serious' "well thats okay, atleast you gave me a penis blunt" you smile, taking another long draw. "Heh. Penis blunt".

Your blunts both finished and the conversation got less frequent "you think theyd be done banging now?" Chris asks, making you think of what he ment for a second "ofcourse its been like what, an hour? Lets go see" you both stood up to head for the stairs, nikki wasnt there anymore so you slipped the lighter into your pocket hoping to have your own little souvenir. As the party music became louder and the number of people became more frequent chris held your hand so that he didnt loose you. "Lets head for the bathroom" he practically shouted. As quick as possible you both made it to the bathroom and held your ear to the door "DARYL I DIDNT CHEAT IT JUST FELL IN" you heard a clearly intoxicated woman shout, chris bursting out laugh "fuck where is everyone?" You slightly panic, moving your body closer to his arm. He turned his head away blushing slightly at the close contact.

"Hey there they are" chris said into your ear, your eyes focused of johnny who was shamelessly grinding against the girl who danced infront of him. "Knox?" You questioned, tapping his shoulder. The lanky man jumped "oh hey doll, just um. Kinda in the middle of something" he said uncomfortably, rubbing his neck. The woman got bored and walked away, making his brows furrow "clearly... get the group together we need to do more shots, we will meet you at the booth" johnny rolled his eyes and nodded seeing the two of you walk back to where you were sat not long ago.

"Y/NNNNN" sadie cried, walking ahead of the group, she got into the booth and sobbed into your shoulder. "Sadie? Everything okay honey?" "Ill go get the shots" johnny said, slipping away from the uncomfortable moment. Everyone watched in amusement at sadie crying into you "I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE, I THOUGHT YOU DIED" she cried harder "sadie i was away smoking pot"her cries stopped and backed up, looking into your eyes "without me?" "Without you babe im sorry" "drinks!!" Johnny beamed, resting a bigger tray down "six each, had to up the anti" he winked, passing out everyones shots. You all stared at them in horror "no fucking way dude" ryan muttered, your livers all burning like hell.

"THREE TWO ONE" steve-o called, slowly you all drank the six shots until "OH FUCK WEE MAN" johnny gasped, wee man had thrown up on his lap meaning the street cats won "YES YES YES YES" you all squealed "THATS NOT FAIR" steve-o shouted "HES SMALL HIS TOLERANCE IS LOW" "fuck you!" Wee man spat, heading for the bathroom. "Steve. calm down" chris warned, looking at him intensely "well fuck you all if your going to let some house wifes win!" He stormed off killing the mood. "Sorry girls, well done honestly" ryan smiled "yeah man i could never do that" ehren laughed. “Is it just me who wants to keep drinking?” Chris whispered into your ear, you stiffle a laugh and nod.

You both reached the bar that had multiple musicians and actors laughing drunkly. “Four beers and…” “four ciders please” you order, the drinks were free of charge for some stupid reason. “You know, tonights been a great night chris” you realise, giving him a soft smile “ive really enjoyed it, a sin your a street cat though or i totally wouldve wifed you up by now” he rolls his eyes playfully, nodding a thanks to the bartender who sat down the icy cold cans. “Yeah… shame, total romeo and juliet situation… minus the sleeping pills and suicide” this made chris giggle and take a break to drink his beer, you cracked open a cider and began drinking it too.

Life on mars by david bowie started playing from the small bar, you and chris both noticed at the same time, looking at eachother with wild smiles “i love this song!” He exclaims, mouthing the lyrics “just reminds me of growing up” you smile, feeling pretty emotional reminiscing on childhood memories. You drank your second can by the time the sing ended and chris was on his fourth now.

You shared akward eyecontact more than youd like to admit and it felt weirdly intimate, no on knew if or when to make the first move. He looked so good in the dim lighting of the bar, hair down and curly, skin smooth and lips pink. “Chris can i?…” you asked, looking at his lips, he smiled goofily, glad he wasnt the one longing for skin on skin contact.

“CHRIS! Move we are going home, knox told me to go home and that i couldnt leave without you” steve-o groaned, linking arms with the muscular man “but steve-o im kinda in the middle of something” “you get pussy every night, what so special about this one?” Chris side eyes you with a sympathetic look “fine!” He got up with the drunken fool and started leaving, without saying goodbye.

A few days later the videos, interviews and pictures were posted. You instantly searched “street cats”

•heated argument between streetcat star y/n and jackass stars johnny and bam!

•streetcats stunning mtv party outfits!

•sadie from show street cats and steve-o star of jackass sneaking off into bathroom?

•how to dress like oprah star of streetcats

And multiple more junk untill you reach the jackass section

•hear what jackass star chris pontius has to say about streetcats star y/n!

What…

“Hey chris how have you been this evening?” This wasnt a carpet one, this was one taken by paparazzi when chris and steve-o left the party. “A bit drunk!” “Ofcourse! So how was your night?” “Perfect well, almost perfect” “almost perfect?” “Yeah i had to spend the night with a chick on my hip” WHAT? “It was y/n from streetcats!” Steve-o called out. “Is this true?” Chris went silent “is this true?” The paparazzi asked again “yes…” he mumbled, walking away.

DICK HEAD.

#jackass #chris pontius #wildboyz #mtv jackass #fanfic #bam margera #steve o #viva la bam #ryan dunn #dickhouse #johnny knoxville #danger ehren #wee man #Spotify

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herequeerexitentialfear · 2 months

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i forgor wip Wednesday, but im making a timeline change to Celia& co and one of my wips i was struggling with is now out of 'canon', but was very whole apart from it didnt continue, so as a belated wip Wednesday, have over 1000 words of Celia describing like 5 minutes of actual time. its plot-less domesticity with a worried Celia. 100% a look inside charecters head piece

Celia is doing paperwork in the flat alone late into the evening, when Rametto arrives home, clearly upset about something. Celia tries to set him at ease by cooking a fry up dinner for them both, all while thinking about the child before her and how to not scare him off. [it ends before the conversation starts] [warning for mention and internal discussion of disordered eating due to lack of food]

It's dark in the flat, Celia hunched over the kitchen table. A lone table lamp illuminates the paper she's been scribbling maths equations on all evening, the scratchings of pencil on paper occasionally broken up by the sound of her punching numbers into a calculator beside her.

She had been sitting like that for a few hours now, doggedly chipping away at the paperwork, when the sound of soft footsteps ascending the stairs reached her ears.

From the gait, she knows its Rametto, shuffling up the stairs after a long day of school, and longer doing after school ‘activities’.

Golden eyes flick to the report cards pinned with touristy magnets on the fridge- and the part of Celia that raised Cecio wonders if she needs to stop him staying out so late, but the part of her that sees who Cecio is now knows there isn't much hope. Not for Rametto, not for the little brother of Conficcare, the protege of Muro, for the boy who will become a man and step into a whole new world of violence. At her orders.

Her head shakes- trying to banish the thoughts from her face- as the outer door clicks, and she settles back into stillness, waiting to see what Rametto does.

Pause, unlace his shoes, then try and place them on the floor quietly is the first part of that answer. He opens the inner door and treads carefully- avoiding floorboards like he's seven and superstitious again- making his way towards the cupboards. He puts his bag on the floor, letting it lean against the side of the counter- leaning down himself to unzip it and taking out the battered metal box Celia remembers Conficcare taking to school, still with the dent from where she threw it at his head but changed trajectory at the last second, hitting the metal pole he was leaning on instead.

A squeal of rusted hinges follows the boxes muffled landing on the counter, as he dutifully sorts the food waste from the wrappers, before striding over to the messily labelled bins, clicks and thuds as he deposits the trash.

He turns back around, pivoting on one foot, like Cecio does sometimes, walking with a sway and rhythm that seems almost like a dancer. Walks like Celia used to, like her mother used to, a chain of habits passed down and picked up through proximity.

He stops, eyes wide, the faint ring of blue widening as his pupils adjust to the light of the lamp.

She lowers her head and eyes in acknowledgement, as well as giving him a lazy wave of her fingers.

She's prepared for him to wander upstairs, to be loud with his silent lack of excuses, to turn around and ignore her, or even just crack a small hypocritical joke at her expense for staying up so late.

Then she rights her head, lets her eyes blink back open, and sees the glint of light on his cheeks, sees the stain of run eyeliner, and she can't help but frown in concern. Her heart aches, her mind trying to guess the right choice, how best to deal with this.

He's still standing there, like a deer in headlights, and the stone in her chest cracks a little.

She gestures to one of the other seats at the table, carefully weighing her words before she finally speaks.

Her voice feels heavy, disused, clumsy, as she speaks “Gonna fry up whatevers leftover, pulled a long day and didn't have time for a hot dinner. You're welcome to a plate-, you know I can't do portion sizes propa,” it all comes blurting out, words rushing out after each other, tumbling into the still air of the kitchen, she can only hope they won't disturb the late night calm or shake him more than they reassure.

She wasn't lying, the pan was still out, and the leftover tomatoes, chorizo and mushrooms sliced messily from when sitting still got too much and she had to do something.

It felt strange, using the same excuse she used on Conficcare. Both of them favour too small portions, and she knows she could break the elder brother's heart by telling him that their precious copied that from him, just like he copied the burden of being a breadwinner.

She knows it's in their genes, has had enough biology rants from Conficcare, but she worries. She's still growing, years after she should have stopped, and not just up, but out, growing into broad shoulders and long legs, when she was just as worryingly thin as them when she was younger. It's something about her body making up for childhood malnutrition, now she has the food, but she doesn't see why it might not be true for those two, why they still stick to small portions and hungry stomachs.

Habits are nasty things, is the answer- mother above she knows- but she still doesnt let them skip meals, serving them herself, so she can make sure they have enough on their plates, because they may favour small portions, but they would never waste food.

He's still standing there, shock turned to confusion, and Celia collects herself, neatening her askew stacks of paper, placing her pen and calculator parallel to the pile, before slowly standing up, walking past Rametto and sliding sideways into the kitchen proper.

She leans over as she opens the fridge door, squinting at the bright light, and reaches for the butter. It's cool to the touch, with just a little bit of condensation, and she can't help but smile at the thought of butter fried mushrooms, just like Mama used to make.

Butter in hand, she turns, closing the door with her shoulder, and makes her way to the counter where the shopping list is, sliding the butter past the still open lunchbox, to the counter opposite the stovetop. Pencil in hand, she thumbs through the pages, until a barely legible ‘domenica’ is scrawled atop one of them, and at the bottom of a long and messy list she scrawls ‘plantain’, suddenly craving it.

Pencil placed back down carefully- as to not roll down the counter- she parallels the butters path down the counter, until she reaches the chopping board covered with cut up chorizo, mushrooms and tomatoes.

The knife is dirty, the blade covered in juices, with flakes of mushroom and the occasional scrap of chorizo fat still clinging on. Still, it’s good enough to cut the butter. The slices are haphazard, thinning the chunk of butter she sliced off in one motion so it would melt quicker, in pieces.

Rametto clears his throat, before cutting off the sound halfway, self conscious at how it echoed in the late night quiet.

Celia finished up the slice she was doing, gently bringing the knife down to the cutting board, through the butter, before placing it down on the side, careful to let the blade not touch the counter, or the handle make a loud thud on contact.

She's careful, not reacting too fast, lest she scares him, and thus her head moves so slowly it has to be clearly telegraphed to him, even in the dim light.

He's still standing, breathing shallow and quick like they are playing hide and seek, or just hide.

It gets her, every time, just how much he looks like his brother.

Fear warps their faces the same way, and if she lets her eyes unfocus, she can pretend the darkness above his eyes is just shadows, not smudged eyeshadow, that his nose is broken, that his hair is shorter-

- and in his place stands his brother, a memory from years ago, from months ago, from a week ago, standing in the kitchen looking shocked, mind overcome with fear, thoughts too much, yet not enough to extort by voicing them, yet.

She could, if she felt like making her heart ache more than it already was, conjure images of him afraid, not in the safety of their home, not just needing time and comfort until he confesses everything to her, but scared, in a way he rarely lets himself be, frozen, not fighting, silent, not hurling insults like blades.

A blink and the image shatters, swept away behind her own lashes, her heart unable to take it anymore. It was unfair to both of them, comparisons, but- well. It was too easy.

She needed to help Rametto find his voice, feel comfortable enough to bare whatever thoughts had him shaking like a leaf, and getting him to sit down would be a good step towards her goal.

#thebirdwrites #gold & silver #celia #rametto #he/him pronouns used because the conversation i was struggling with was him coming out #or well realizing they are genderqueer then shortly after coming out #it was going to go a bit like this #'hey Celia i was told im not a real man and i feel bad'#'just because you are feminine and gay doesnt make you less of a man'#'well what if i feel they were right'#celia gets flashbacks to the trans conversation with cecio #'well maybe you aren't 100% a man!'#anyway i didnt finish this and it was kicking my ass but as is its a character piece im very proud of #:points at veiwer: look inside celias head!!!

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thealmightyemprex · 1 year

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Disney Month Night Crossing

For the 11th installment of Disney Month we shall look at a film based on a amazing true story Night Crossing

In this 1982 film two East German famlies, the Strelzyks and the Wetzels in 1979 attempt to escape to West Germany through a homemade hot air balloon

So I didnt know much about this film going in save for it starred John Hurt and it was based on a true story .....I really liked it

This is such an unusual film in the Disney pantheon ,being based on a real event and the film is based directly on the accounts of the two real famlies .The film doesnt sugar coat stuff .

The film is tense as hell.There is a rather horrifying scene early on where a teenage boy named Lukas is brutally shot by guards and left to bleed out after he attempts to escape East Germany .Its the darkest moment in the film and it reminds you of what the stakes are , if they make a wrong move, they are going to be shot and killed,so every scene has a sense of tension to it especially when they are buying the fabric to the baloon or talking to nosey neighbors

The film is very blunt ,it presents what happened in a very matter of fact way (I attribute this to wanting to be accurate as possible as well as having Delbert Mann,director of the best picture winner Marty and the 1979 version of All Quiet On The Western Front ) .Like there no epiphiny scene of Peter Strelzyk (Played by John Hurt) realizing "Hey lets use a baloon" ,its presented more as one scene him being like "We gotta get outta here " and next scene he is like "BAloon seems to be our best bet " .

The film does have those emotional moments,my favorites being Doris Strelzyk (Played by Jane Alexander ) cleaning the house she is going to abandon and another where Peter has a break down and his son Frank Strelzyk (played Doug McKeon ) uplifts him and reassures him he is not a failure

I have two issues,one is It drags sometimes and the other is while the cast is good (John Hurt ,Jane Alexander ,Beau Bridges and Gunter Meisner all doo great jobs ) ,I was distracted by the fact all the good characters are played by Americans and British actors while the villains are the only Germans .....in this film set in Germany .

Question time,questions by @ariel-seagull-wings

1-What makes you believe was the appeal of that true story to the creatives of the Disney studio?

Well it is a tale about family and triumphting over impossible odds.It was also a Ron Miller era film and he was all about reaching formore mature topic not just family stuff .Fun fact the famlies picked Disney despite five other offers due to having fondness for Disney films,seeing them through illicit TV signals

2-Is it also a dark movie that you wouldn't imagine being the usual Disney product?

While overall an optimistic film there are dark elements and on one hand it feels very odd for Disney to make a film like this,but it was also made in the early 80's where under Ron Miller,Disney was experimenting with darker films ,though even then this film stands out as those films were still fantastical while this one is based in reality .

3- Thoughts on John Hurt's performance?

Its fun to see him as a heroic family man ,he has good chemistry with Jane Alexander and while not his most showy role ,I think he does a great job protraying both the fear but also the drive and determination

Overall I really liked this film ,its a solid film

@ariel-seagull-wings @amalthea9 @princesssarisa @goodanswerfoxmonster @themousefromfantasyland @angelixgutz @marquisedemasque @filmcityworld1 @the-blue-fairie

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misteria247 · 2 years

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I was reading this post/this whole thread here:

https://at.tumblr.com/misteria247/i-oh-god-i-didnt-think-about-the-other/6tktonyvs3g6

And oh, ummpph, yeah, that hurts me.

Leo's/Leos’s/Leos need to stop bottling stuff up so much (because I love them, and it hurts me they do that. Even though I do find it to be a very interesting character trait) and they need therapy so much.

However, I know this might just hurt you more (and it certainly does me), but like, Rise Leo also does similar things (because God forbid (most) Leo's deals w/ emotions well and/or has healthy coping mechanisms. I say that w/ all the love).

But I was reading this post (this user has a lot of other good stuff too):

https://at.tumblr.com/violynt-skies/watching-throughout-the-entire-series-we-see-leo/3l3nt8ldhsg1 ,

about how Rise Leo is one of the most closed off with his emotions out of the boys and/or in the series.

And just so much ummpphh, the poor boy.

Great read though. It still hurts though. Being Leo is suffering, and as a huge fan of him; I both love and hate it.

This post (and portal_chopped’s reply in this thread/to that post) basically sums up this and/or some of my feelings well, lmao:

https://at.tumblr.com/youve-been-portal-chopped/do-it-again-plz-i-love-to-see-it-and-read-it/1o4m66mkztd6

(I am going to be sending another Ask in a bit. I was just going to send this as one big Ask, but then I realized it got quite long, and because I thought content-wise, it would make more sense as two asks. Hence, you will be getting another Ask in just a bit.

Also, I already sent the first Ask, but I am sending another version of the first Ask, because 1. I didn’t know if my first Ask even sent properly, and 2. I added some stuff (like links) to this Ask/the first Ask. So yeah, just ignore the first version of my “First Ask” and just use this Ask/The 2nd newer version of Ask 1 instead, hahaha. Sorry about that. Ask 1/2.

Ah nah it's fine no worries!!! I had just answered them both lol, also my answer still stands from the last ask.

I'm literally in emotional pain rn this blue turtle is gonna be the death of me I stg.

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Whumptober day 15: Emotional Damage

Fandom: Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons

Prompts;

Lies

New scars

Breathing through the pain

Alrighty, so this comes from someone who has not read any of the books, and whos head cannons for angst just scream over anything else. Also... like ignore every timeline ever and history has no place here.

Jacks been around awhile. Not as long as other spirits obviously, but far longer than any 14 year old would or should expect to live. And he certainly never asked for it, but its not like Jack ever got much say in his life.

The point of the matter was, he's been around awhile. Hanging out mostly with the Winds, and doing what was expected of him by the other winter spirits. And of course number one, never being seen... because why would anyone see him right?

Which he supposes is really where his point lays, that hes old and hasnt been seen in a verrry long time and yet here he is, in a situation that is making his brain go in loops, as a dragon growls at him. Now, he knows thay random magical things exist- he is one after all- but having one see him and looking very aggresive is a whole other thing. He's had to deal with a lot of angry magical beings thank you, a dragon is not one he'd like to add to the list.

"Whoa there Toothless, whats got you so angry bud?"

"He is far from toothless." Jack knows he cant be heard but the situation makes him nervous.

But this kid also gives him the perfect distraction, as the dragon- Toothless- turns his head just slightly. Jack is able to kick his staff up and with a quick call to the breeze, hes landing on a rock and out of reach. He can get a better look now, see the prosthetics on both the dragon and boy, how the two interact, how stressed the boy seems.

He frowns a bit before creating a snow flake and spinning it between his fingers a bit. Berk is used to snow, so this shouldnt be too out of the ordinary- not that Jack cares really- and sends the flake down. He watches for a bit, the goofy smile and the silly game that includes fish and drawing in the dirt. He smiles a bit, before it falls as the winds inform him of where hes needed.

As Jack flies off, to bring a cold front across Scotland, he fails to notice the green eyes that follow him.

...

He has an eventful week.

Meeting a dragon, helping 3 michevious triplets prank their sister, and made it snow inside a hidden tower.

It was a nice week, compared to others since his awakening or whatever. But he also didnt necessarily do his 'job' as well as he could have over that week. And was therefore being summoned by Winter itself.

Hes somewhere between Scotland and Germany. Some thick forest slowly being covered in snow, and a bunch of winter spirits lurking about. It puts him on edge, not that he'd let any of them know, but he continues to the meeting place anyway. This is the way things have always been done, there are rules and those that dont follow them...

Jack is a spirit of winter, so he has to follow these rule, even if they seem to become more abundant and stricter every time. Even if he doesnt see the others following those rules. Even if hes scared to (second) death every time hes summoned.

Winter stands in all their glory, he wears a long fluffy blue robe that almost seems to clash with his orangish skin. But Jack wouldnt be mentioning it again, not after the first time, when he couldnt do anything for a full season, trapped by Winters side the whole time.

He stops a few feet away, feeling almost naked without his staff- hidden somewhere safe, guarded by the winds- he curls his hands into his cloak to hide how they tremble.

"Lord Winter, you summoned?" The words feel wrong in his mouth.

"The cold front, if you could even call it cold, has delayed our first frost by weeks! What have you been doing thats more important than your job!" His voice always leaves a ringing in Jacks ears, the way it roars across the landscape for only spirits to hear, and mortals to feel like a wave.

"The winds brought what you sent, I I did my best to s-" he flinches back as Winter steps forward.

"You have a job as a spirit of winter, Frost. And instead of doing the work I assigned you, you mess around and throw the seasons out of balance. The blame lays on your shoulders boy, and you have to be punished for it. To appease the Mother. You understand dont you?"

The solomn look they give as they step ever closer, a familar blade appearing in their hand, has fear rising to clutch at Jacks heart. He was told it gets easier, but he fears it all the same, for it hasnt yet. His skin crawls as the lord stands behind him, bodies flush in a way he hates, places the knife in his weak grasp and wraps their own around Jacks smaller, paler hand.

Jack tries not to remember what happens next.

...

He takes deep even breaths as he staggers his way towards his staffs hiding place. The winds try their best to keep him upright, but he still feels ready to topple any minute.

The wounds already start to seal themselves, the power of a season lord, but the drain of them, the pain, still lingers. Absently he picks at scars, new and old, on his arms, staring blankly ahead as he tried to focus on breathing through every wave of pain his steps bring.

When he hears the crack of something in the distance he can only groan in grim acceptance of more punishment. The other spirits always get mad when he fails, says it fails them all, and that they must share their punishment with him too. He thought the stones would have been enough, but maybe he should stop thinking.

He leans against the nearest tree, awaiting the first spirits presence, but instead sees a familar dragon bounding closer. He curls into himself, eyes closed in the hopes of staving off the oncoming pain. Instead he feels a huff of hot breath but nothing else, opens his eyes to meet those of the Nightfury.

"Toothless, where'd you go bud?"

"Are ye sure ya trained dhe dragon?"

"You dont think he found any ruffians or thugs right?"

Three familair voices filter past the trees, and he wonders how his week of visits found eachother. The girl stuck in a doorless tower, the Princess under tight watch, and the Chiefs dragon riding son, it was definetely an interesting bunch.

As the three make it into the clearing, Jack isnt expecting much, hes glad its not spirits, but Toothless has yet to take his eyes off him.

"Alright my toothy watcher, your friends are here, and I got places to be far from here." Before Winter changed their mind and decided he needed to be held for another season.

"Oh my gods he is real."

Jack freezes, eyes roving over to the three mortals who stare right back. Not at the tree, not at the dragon, at Jack. They couldnt see him before, no one could except Toothless- and maybe the chamelion, Jack couldnt tell for sure though- so why could they see him now??

"Its really Jack Frost." The blonde breathes, a... frying pan(?) in her grasp.

She said his name...

"Jack Frost is real?" The red head mumbles with wide eyes.

He looks back to the dragon,

"They just said my name." Toothless nods, grinning at him without teeth- and now the name makes sense.

"I cant believe this." The viking runs his hands through his hair in disbelief.

"You literally ride a dragon." Jack comments dryly, pushing off the tree and wincing with a hiss of breath.

"You're hurt!" The blondes exclamation draws the others attention.

"Yer a spirit, howdidya get hurt??"

"Its nothing, I uh... messed up."

"Its not nothing! Let me see!"

"Thanks blondey, but its nothing new. Im more concerned that you guys can see me now and I have no idea how."

He starts making his way towards his original goal again, he was almost there, and with the wind on one side and Toothless on the other its easier than before, even with eyes on him.

"Well Toothless likes you, so I guess thats gotta be a good sign."

"Sure changed his tune from last time." Jack agrees, the wind blowing his staff into his hand.

"How... how long have you been bringing winter to Berk?" Viking asks

"Far longer than your lifetimes. Which is why I know I'll be fine."

"So wha yer sayin, is this happen'd before."

He narrows his eyes at the scot,

"Lord Winter is in charge under Mother Nature herself. Our mistakes effect the turning of the seasons, mistakes we cant afford."

"Well it sounds like hes putting everything on you. Its not like youre the only one in charge of winter." Viking points out.

"Shh!" Jack looks around, the winds quiet and still, setting him on edge, "hes coming, you guys gotta go!"

"What why?" Blonde looks around frantically, pan held up in defense.

Before he can respond, a wind lingering between hot and cold, blows through them, knocking the three mortals back. Jack is quick to form a wall of ice between them and the oncoming spirit made wind. Lord Winter in their orange glory is sweeping through the trees, and to put mortals in obvious peril like this, Jack doesnt understand.

"You talk as if they hear boy. You are just a winter spirit, nothing more. I think you need another lesson in that."

His injuries burn at the threat, cuts and stabs and bruises alike. Still he prepares himself, he will protect the mortals who are here because of him, even if he perishes and becomes one with the snow.

Hes not expecting the three mortals to come to his side, the dragon readying a fire in his throat as the humans draw their weapons. From their searching gazes he can tell they cant see the actual Lord, but their presence at least effects the nature around them, giving a general target that may or may not have harm brought to it by mortal means.

Hes not ready for a fight by any means but he'll protect them.

So a wall of green coming between the groups is the last thing he expects.

"A mere Miser minion growing too fond of the seasons I see." A voice smooth and sweet but underlyed with power. "Tormenting a dear child of winter, three fated mortals and a child of the sky. This will be no longer."

"Uh whats going on?" Viking whispers to him, staring at the wall of nature.

"Um... I think Mother Nature is mad?" Jack whispers back.

"Youre lies will no longer infect my seasons minion." The wall recedes and the 'Lord' is gone. "And you five, I believe I owe you all an apology."

A woman of beauty emerges from the scenery itself, regal and powerful and full of all of natures beauty.

"Let them haunt you no more young Frost. Im sure your new friends will turn your fate yet." Leaves fall from the trees, brushing over his company as a wave of warmth hits him. His pain bleeds away, though his scars remain, "have fun with your new friends Jack, and be well. Until next time."

She fades away, and when he looks back to the mortals he finds gaping mouths.

"I have to draw her."

"My dads never gonna believe any of this."

"Why is it always fate?"

#whumptober2022 #no.15 #scars #lies #rise of the brave tangled dragons #fic #manipulation #angst #mentions of death #basically child abuse #jack frost angst #this could have been better but I ran out of time....#mother nature gave them the sight

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justrandom9 · 2 years

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Head cannon of fria and oscar meet accidently by chance.

(the surveillance team, irresponsibly slept on their shift, fria leaving her quarters, impulsively wander the empty halls, searching)

Oscar:(walking alone, eyes focused on long memory, feeling a strong attachment to the object, and laughs to himself knowing it shouldn’t mean anything him. bump to some one) Oh, I’m sorry didn’t exp--

(both fria and oscar locked eyes to each other, unknown to each other, but felt they knew one another.)

Fria: Apologies “young man”(not knowing why she chokes on her last statement)

Oscar: Oh no! I should apologize, I didn’t mean to bump in to you, should have been more aware of my surroundings!!.. uhm I’m sorry!? but have we met? you seemed familiar?!

Fria: I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it used to be!, But I have this strange strong feeling I do know you?! I should know you!? But your appearance, age are different?!, But your eyes!.. Your eyes are still the same.. So old, Alone, Hurt, but still have so much hope, despite all you have seen.. I’m happy those haven’t changed!!

Oscar:(oscar couldn’t comprehend why, but he felt the urge to speak, a wrong, he knew nothing about) I- I am sorry!, I didn’t know this would become of you, to “ALL” of you over the centuries.. I thought- I thought i was helping, I did not wish to push my curse to any of you, I didn’t know!, I’m so so sorry!!!(chest, and shoulders heavy, oscar legs shaky, losing strength with each second, until he fell to his knees, tears falling, emotions running through his mind, shame, anger, self loathing, couldn’t tell if this was oz attempt to resurface or his!?)

Fria:(unaware why, the boy is in all four crying, apologizing to her?! she wanted to assured the boy she hold no malice, but didn’t, instead she went on her knees to be on his level, a gentle hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to look at her, not questioning or fighting it, fria allowed herself to the unkown force, then the words came to the surface) You don’t need to apologies for something you did not force upon, nor not knowing of the consequences by offering your magic, nor do I regret accepting it! even after so MANY years. I don’t fully understand it myself, but i feel it, emotions.. anger, betrayel, forsaken, honor, respect, admiration, but amongs these feelings, one stands out the most, OLDER then the rest, it’s empathy!

I know not many before me were good, some were cruel, others selfish, many scared, and few truly understood the burden wielding the mantle. It may not the same as your curse, But i understand! The guilt and shame you constantly carry with each life.. it almost broke me!! But then i was reminded of something that someone VERY old who could understand me, who struggle with it, and continues despite the hardship, who I helped!, knowing now, what i didnt knew then.. Thank you! for reminding me, we may not be able to change or choose who or what “We” are, but can press on, endure the cards we been dealt with, and hope for a better tomorrow, don’t you think so Oz?!(seeing the boy, puzzle and surprised expression... a memory came to fria mind, she didn’t knew him, but did once, long long ago, the same expression from the silly old hermit in the woods alone in his cabin. Fria smile, in some level glad much have changed but his silliness never did)

Oscar:(suprised and yet not at the same time, oscar saw and analyze fria warm kind eyes.. a memory came to him, one far older then ozpin, he remembers the young women in her blue robe, the first to sit in silence with him on the coldest winter, the eldest of four sisters) Winter!?

(before Fria could answer Oscar, the surveilliance team and guards came, looking for her to escort back to her quarters)

Guard: Ma’am your not suppose to be out of your quarters it’s not safe for you, please come with us.

Fria/winter: Oh dear! I forgot.. well it was nice talking and catching up with you, Old Man(satisfy speaking “Her”, “Their” truth, a piece of Fria peace of mind.. but one more reminder from an old friend), and remember never stop moving forward!

(Guards whispering to each other)

Guard.1: Her condition getting worse, she doesn’t know she was talking to a kid!

guard.2: Quiet, she’s has Alzheimer's, she’s not deaf!

hermit/Oscar: Never stop moving forward... Thank you, old friend!

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dylansslutt · 2 years

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drunk text me / j.m

heavy on this song rn i had toooo

you sat staring at the two, the bitterness bubbling in your chest. you had to act fine though, a promise to yourself. to act like nothing bothers you.

he had some girl on his arm, laughing at something being said. you on the other hand; tried your best to heal from this.

you and jj were a thing for a year and a half, both in love until not. he hooked up with someone else during a fight, leaving you heartbroken.

neither of you had spoken in a couple weeks, you still seeing every pogue other than him. until tonight you two managing to find ways at a party. you sat with sarah and kie a few shots in.

“oh fuck this shit. im getting another drink.” you fumbled with your purse, setting it on the counter. you pulled out your lighter stuffing it in your bra, along with a bottle of vodka you had.

you looked around, grabbing a solo cup before pouring self a shot. the burning making you feel more alive. you glance up, making eye contact with rafe. annoyance radiates through you. tonight was just miserable at this point.

“y/n! how are you.” you pour another shot, already knowing this conversation was gonna be need of it. “fine, rafe.” you throw back the liquor. you turn to him with a fake smile, “is this important? or can i go smoke my much awaited blunt?”

without a chance to reply, you made way outside. you texted kie letting her know you were about to light this blunt. you found a chair sitting down pulling the blunt out the rillo wrapper.

you reach for your lighter, but couldn’t feel it anywhere. “what the fuck?” you mumbled, standing up to look around you.

“just use mine.” the voice made you jump, your eyes finding the figure standing off to the side. puffing on his blue vape, his hand held out a lighter.

you bit your lip, giving into the internal battle by grabbing the lighter with a small ‘thank you’.

you sat back down, lighting the blunt. the smoke instantly helping the built up anxiety filling your spirit. you continue to ignore his presence, unscrewing the bottle cap. you take the blunt out of your mouth, taking a swig of the vodka.

you giggle when your done, making jj eyes land on you confused. “you hate these type of parties, why are you here?” you continued smoking unphased by your statement. the liquor clouding your judgement.

jj stayed quiet for a moment before taking a swig of his own flask, you already knowing that whiskey was his choice inside. you stared at the boy, analyzing his presence after the few long weeks.

you went back to remaining to yourself, not bothering to speak to him again until he made a move to leave. “you know what?”

his body froze, only staring down at the state you were in. “i dont even miss you anymore.” the giggles escaped your lips. it was true, what you spoke. he knew it too. he knew he fucked up.

“i did so much for you, jay. a-and you really fuckin’ hurt me.” you bit your lip so you could feel anything other than the pain. the blunt still held in your hand. instead of leaving he pulls a chair beside you, stealing the blunt out of your hand.

you wouldve been mad but the amount of weed he smoked you out with, you kept quiet. “i fucked up,” he finally spoke.

your rage came back, “you think?”

he hands back the blunt, a sigh leaves his lips. he goes to speak but kie and sarahs voice is heard from around the corner.

i pray he stays, but his figure gets up and retreats. one last look given before the two girls faces replace it.

you finally made it back home, bumping into everything you could as you make it to your room.

you throw your shoes away, dropping onto the floor. your sobs finally wracked your body you held in all night. you missed him so much, the pain is unbearable not having him in your life.

your phone buzzed, bringing you out of the breakdown. you sniffle, grabbing your phone.

jj maybank

i still love you

and im sgupid

stupid

you smile, your heart dropping in a good way. you wanted this, didnt you. your mind going back to that night. you were humiliated.

does he mean this or is he just fucking with me again.

you pressed the call button, it ringing only once before his voice was heard.

“y/n?”

“are you lying to me again? are you tryna fuck with me right now?” hurt lacing your voice.

“no,no! im serious. i fucked up and i wo- i would fucking do everything i can to show you im sorry and i love you. a thousand days, hell to the end of our lives because i was serious. i wanted kids too, i wanted you with my last name.”

your sobs filled the phone, “ she was not you and i fucked up it was a fight and i went off to her like nothing. i did, i fucked up and i know that means jack shit, but if you can tell me right now. you actually dont miss me; that you dont love me i’ll leave you alone.”

“jesus jj... just come over for fuck sake.” you laughed between the sobs. you were gonna talk it out, but you wanted him back.

#JJ Imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank

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beladeprived · 3 years

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Pocky Game

with the gremlin daughters + alcina, donna and angie

Warning/s: none :] its fun

i didnt mean for this to be a something like a fic but oH WELL. also tagging my good friend @donnasdimples for helping me with some parts! (this was supposed to just be like an hc but 😭)

You were bored out of your life. You had finished all your chores for the day so you were just relaxing in your chambers but oh boy were you starving. So you pull your locked drawer and take out a box of Pocky sticks for yourself...when a slightly mischievous idea hits you.

You smiled to yourself as you pulled yourself out of your bed and outside into the kitchen where the three, beloved daughters of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu were bickering at.

"Ladies!" You beamed and it stopped their bickering. All three heads turning to look at you," Would you like to play the pocky game with me?"

"P-pocky game?" Bela tilted her head to the side, her cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink as if she knew what the game was.

"Is it a kissing game?!" Daniela excitedly jumped, a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Kinda?" You replied, quite unsure of the explanation forming in your head," You put one end of a pocky stick in your mouth while the other end is in my mouth and we slowly bite at it until one of us couldn't take it anymore so we break it,"

An amused smirk formed on Cassandra's crimson red lips,"Ooh, im intrigued. Let's play,"

"Who goes first?" Daniela asks, eyes open and expectant to be first.

"What about Lady Bela?" You turn to the said person and she steps forward, nodding her head. And you swear you saw Daniela cross her arms and pout.

Bela steps forward and you take a single pocky stick from the box. You bite on your end with a smile and you look up to see Bela's cheeks flushed red. She anxiously (and carefully) bites on her end of the stick as a grin formed on her face. She slowly blinked as her amber gaze remained focused on yours. You end up taking turns with Bela in biting the stick. The two of you kept biting until you were just a few centimeters apart from each other, and from there you saw Bela start to lose her cool. Her cheeks were much more red than before and honestly? You were kind of the same. Neither of you dared to move then, neither of you dared to break the stick. You both just stood there, waiting for one another to make a move.

Honestly it just took forever with the two of you that Cassandra had to push her sister out of the way, causing the stick to (sadly) break.

You quickly bite on another stick since you felt Cassandra's impatience in the air. She quickly bit her end of the stick and to your surprise, you immediately found her lips latched onto yours. You heard Bela cough and Daniela whistle moments before Cassandra pulled out. You were in a daze, and confused since you saw that the whole Pocky stick remained unbroken.

"Oops, I forgot," Cassandra snickered, biting off part of the stick and chewing on it as she turned around to laugh more.

You sighed, rubbing your face free of the heat. Cassandra, to you, really is often overwhelming. You never complained though, you kinda loved it anyway.

"My turn!" Daniela happily exclaimed, taking the initiative to pull a pocky stick from the box and biting on her end almost too quickly.

You stood there, staring at her with a grin on your lips. The action amused you, but also terrified you. Who knows what kind of tricks Daniela has up her sleeve?

"C'mon, Y/N!!" She muffledly called, beckoning you over to hurry up and bite on your end so you could start with the game already.

"Okay, okay," You chuckled, taking your end of the Pocky stick in your mouth. You soon bite on it, signaling the start of the game. And an overexcited Daniela tried to bite too much that she ended up poking the back of her throat with it. Her beautiful face twisted into a hilarious expression where her tongue accidentally slipped out of her mouth as she gagged on the Pocky stick.

Daniela's little accident caused all of you to break down in fits of loud laughter. Cassandra ended up with her knees on the floor as she gave it hard, sloppy slaps. Bela had to cover her face due to secondhand embarrassment and you just couldn't stop laughing you had to put your arms around your belly. Meanwhile Daniela recovered after a moment and started scowling at everyone in a loud voice. Though Daniela suddenly burst into a fit of giggles as she tackled a teary-eyed Cassandra on the floor.

It was at that fun moment when the castle doors creaked open revealing a very tall vampire lady and a veiled woman carrying a porcelain doll in her arms.

"What is going on here?" Alcina asked, her expression curious as her gaze fell on the laughing mess.

"Mother!" Bela beamed, still trying to contain her laughter," We were just playing the Pocky game and Daniela gagged on it!"

"Hey!" Daniela yelled, throwing a pillow she picked up from the couch.

Bela's statement caused another round of genuine laughter and a content sigh from Alcina.

"Aunt Donna!" Daniela smiled, waving.

"Oh! Lady Beneviento," You greeted the veiled woman, bowing down to her," My apologies for the mess,"

"Pocky game!" The doll, Angie blurted out of the blue," I want to play too!"

"So, how does this 'Pocky game' work, my darlings?" Alcina asked, an amused look on her face as the four of you explained the mechanics of the game to her.

Alcina held up a hand, sitting down on the couch," Come now, I want to try too,"

You saw Donna sit on the other end of the couch along with Angie. You inhale before you pull out a stick, putting it in your mouth and then you went to stand right infront of Alcina. She took her end in her mouth and the moment the stick was in between her teeth, she immediately took a bite at it. Her eyes teased you and you were unable to break eye contact, let alone bite down. From the corner of your eye, you saw her mouth curl up into a smirk.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Heck, you were playing the Pocky game with your boss. Alcina's face was only an inch away from you when she broke the stick and stood up.

"Have to go now, darlings," She smirked, walking up the stairs," Have fun with Aunt Donna,"

You cleared your throat," Yes my Lady,"

Your boss just teased the life out of you in a Pocky game and you felt so embarrassed you had to once more rub your face free of heat. You thought it was time to say goodbye so you could retreat back into your chambers but the youngest daughter spoke up.

"Aunt Donna! Wanna play with Y/N too???" Daniela smiled, looking straight at the veiled woman.

"C'mon it's fun," Cassandra grinned," Just don't be like Daniela and gag on your stick!"

You saw Daniela scowl and Angie look at Donna, waiting for an answer.

"But i'm too shy...," Donna hesitated, turning her head to the side.

"Do you want me to go first so you could warm up to the game?" Angie asked, looking at Donna.

There was a short pause before Donna replied," Okay,"

"Great!" Angie bounced. Her little feet tapping on the ground as she reached for you. You picked her up with your arms after you pulled a stick. Once it was settled in both of your mouths, Angie began biting too fast. She bit too much in a short amount of time that you both weren't aware of how close she is to you until you felt sharp pain on your lips.

Angie accidentally clipped your lips.

"Oh no," Donna panicked, quickly standing up to pry Angie off of your lips.

You let out a soft cry as your lips were trapped in between Angie's wooden mouth, earning a hilarious round of laughter from everyone except Donna.

"Holy shit," Cassandra cackled as she turned to face the wall.

Soon, Angie was pried off of you by Donna and you mumbled a soft "thank you" as you touched your slightly red lips.

"See, Donna?" Angie maniacally laughed," You just have to give Y/N a little smooch!"

That wasn't just a little smooch all right.

"Miss Donna?" You asked, dabbing a wet napkin on your lips," Do you still want to play?"

"I'm still too shy, Y/N...," She sighed," B-but sure. I'll play,"

Everyone cheered as you took out another stick from the box, placing it where it should be. Donna decided to play as long as she keeps her veil on, and you could only see her lips and everything else was covered.

You started biting slowly and Donna never bit. She just stood there. You were halfway into the stick and Donna still hasn't bit at all.

"Donna???" Angie pulled on her leg, but Donna gave no response," Oh dear,"

Bela stepped forward and tried to shake Donna's shoulder. Then the stick broke and Donna fell straight on her back, causing her veil to show a part of her super red, flushed cheek.

"Did...Did she-," Bela asked, pointing at Donna's body.

"...Did she...," Cassandra blinked.

"Did she faint?" Daniela asked the whole question and it was answered the moment Angie poked Donna's cheek.

"OH DEAR SHE FAINTED," Angie blurted out, her voice laced with panic.

You could only cover your mouth while everyone else shared another round of hearty laughter.

#resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina x maiden #donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #comedy #resident evil 8

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the-wayward-arc · 2 years

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Seeing as how yang reacts to the death of an iron dragon member, this makes think that the iron dragons either see yang as a mother or an aunt. Which is both adorable, funny and kinda sad all at the same time.

"Mom, do you think we'll be the best Unit? Primarch Jaune thinks we will, he says we all will." A boy asked, he was watching as some of the boys were training, Yang standing next to him as she ensured they were following their training.

"Oh you will my little dragon, all of you will! Momma will make sure of that!" She laughed, her first squad was being trained and soon would be off to get more of their implants to become Marines. In the mean time, she will train them, granted they will come back after ro keep up their training but still, can't have them slack off!

"Alright boys! Enough! Time to rest, I'll go over what each and everyone of you need to improve on after." She stated, watching with a swell of pride in her chest as her small squad began to walk towards her. She was given 10 to train, 10 Iron Dragons.

"Eros, you really had me there! Thought you were gonna break my arm for a second!" One stated, putting another in a headlock.

"Was trying to! But you kept breaking my holds on you!" He replied back.

"You know Vance can break out of most holds, mom taught us how to break out of each one." Another stated.

"Ha! Except litter Eros here!"

"Azure, really just stood next to mom the whole time? Could have helped me!" Eros yelled,

"Already got my training in, plus had to get our stuff ready to head back to the capital."

"Alright alright, settle down! Cmon, let's go eat!" Yang clasped her hands together, as she watched the boys entered the house. Each one was her son, even if they werent related by blood but it didnt matter to her. Each Iron Dragon would be her kid.

Thunder startled her awake, a dream. She rubbed her eyes as she remembered her task at hand. A helmet. An iron dragon's helmet that Jaune had brought to her earlier today. It was filthy, covered in blue blood, scorch Marks and mud. It was cracked badly. She placed her hand gently upon the helmet, a small tear running down her face.

"You were all the best huh? Made momma so p-proud..." her hand slipped off, she had to get the helmet cleaned as much as she could so he could join the rest of his brothers...

#warhammer 40k #jaune is a lost primarch au #lost primarch au #yang xiao long #ask snippet #warhammer 30k #rwby

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the-winter-spider · 3 years

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Ghost of You - Part Two

Characters: Bucky x y/n, Steve x y/n (platonic)

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is a small chapter! Its just a filler really, next part Bucky and Steve start really looking into what happened to the reader and where she went! Enjoy

Once again this is not proof read or edited

Part One

*****

Bucky was sitting next to Sam, across from Steve on one of the couches in the tower's living room, both hands holding your photo, his leg bouncing up and down. His mind was racing, memories of you were racing through his mind, both the good and the bad.

All the seconds he didn’t get to spend with you, all the wasted minutes trying to make you jealous, all the wasted hours on other women, all the wasted time he should have been with you. He was bubbling over with emotions, you were his greatest adventure but also his biggest regret.

—

You burst through the front door “Bucky! Are we still going to see a movie tonight? There's this new one playing down at the theatre we should see, Mary said its good”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling at you “Knock much y/n?”

Plopping beside him on the couch “Awh come on n Stevie you know id never do such a thing” You looked around “Where’s Buck?”

You watched Steve smile fall, he parted his lips to respond but was cut off by Bucky opening the bathroom door, his eyes focused on buttoning his suit “Whatdya think Steve? Just got this today for my date with - y/n what are you doing here?” His blue eyes pierced into yours.

Your heart skipped a beat, he looked so handsome and that on its own was an understatement because Bucky always looked handsome “We had plans to see a movie tonight, but I see you found other, uhm better plans” Your voice betrayed you cracking at the last words, you tried to plaster on a smile but you couldn’t help feeling the liquid welling up in your eyes. This wasn’t the first time Bucky forgot about the plans he made with you, and you knew it wasn’t gonna be the last. Your eyes trailed over to Steve seeing him in overly large suit, putting two and two together, Bucky planned them another double date. Steve could see the realization swirling over your face. “Y/n, I don't even want to go, I’ll go with you to the movies”

You shook your head, standing up smoothing your dress. You felt so stupid, you bought a new dress, spent hours doing your hair and make up, you were so excited thinking maybe, just maybe Bucky would admit his feelings for you tonight, that all those stolen kisses, cuddles and drunken words actually meant something “Stevie its fine, James and you have better plans” You offered him a sad smile, making your way to the door.

Bucky cringed when you used his first name, it broke his heart “Doll, I mixed the dates up, I am so sorry” he reached out for your hand.

You pulled it away, almost regretting it aftering watch the pain and hurt make its way on his face, your one hand on the door knob “Seems to happen a lot lately, if you don't want to spend time with me James just tell me, I feel so stupid” You whispered the last part “Have fun Stevie”

“Doll”

Shaking your head you shut the door behind you.

—-

“I can go if you want Buck?” Sam offered

Bucky shook his head “Um no, it’ll be nice to have some support”

Steve cleared his throat “God, I don’t even know where to start Buck, it's a lot” He ran his fingers through his hair, Bucky looked up at him with pleading eyes “Just start, I need to know”

Steve nodded “After your last mission, I dreaded having to tell her Buck, she was always so hopeful after I told her I was leaving, after the serum, she kept telling me she knew you were coming back to her, that you guys were finally gonna have your chance at being together, that we just had to make it through the war” Steve paused taking a deep breath “And when i knocked on her door, she had the biggest smile on her face, yknow the one she always had when she got that stupid chocolate shake from the diner”

Bucky let a small laugh escape his lips remembering how much you loved that stupid chocolate milkshake that he declared was too chocolate-y.

—

The door chime went off and your eyes shot up “Well about damn time you two showed up!” You giggled jumpin up to give Steve and Bucky a hug.

Bucky slid in beside you, his arm slung around your waist, “You just early doll”

You turned to face him, your eyes peering into his “You know how much i love this place Buck”

Bucky hummed “Is that all you love?“

You opened your mouth but were cut off by the waitress coming but with your order “Here you go sweetheart, One chocolate, one vanilla and one strawberry, enjoy!”

You instantly pulled away from your moment with Bucky taking a big sip of your shake “Mmm this is by far my favourite time of the week! Nothing better than spending time with my boys!” You reached across the table and ruffled Steve’s hair “And getting a sugar rush”

—

A tear rolled down Steve’s face, clearing his throat “The look on her face when she saw mine, it was something I'm glad you never got to see Buck, she was broken. We sat on the floor for hours, she cried till she fell asleep in my arms, i stayed with as long as I could, but i had to go back it was my duty” He paused, eyeing his friend over before continuing “She kept saying that she didn’t get the chance to tell you she loved you, that you didnt know”

“I knew” Bucky choked out

“I know, i told her” Steve offered a small smile

—

You were doing dishes when a knocking came from your front door “coming!” you yelled, taking your rubber glove’s off, fixing your apron, you opened the door and a smile broke out on your face when you seen Steve, but as soon as your eyes locked onto his you could see something in them that wasn’t there before, you started to shake your head “no no no no, no!” you screamed tears were streaming down your face, Steve took a step towards you “y/n I-“

You took a step back into your house “NO! He promised Stevie, he p-promised” You fell to the floor, you were clutching your chest as you let out a scream. Steve knelt down on the floor with you, pulling you in his arms, you cried and cried, your heart broke, everything hurt “I l-love him Stevie, i never got t-to tell him, h-he didn’t k-know”

Steve grabbed your face in his hands “He knew y/n, he knew. He loves you to, so much”

“Loved”

“What?” Steve’s eyebrows met in the middle

“He loved me, h-hes gone now”

—

Bucky readjusted himself on the couch “What happened to her? Did you find out”

Steve shook his head “I tried, it was one of the first things I did, but there was nothing on her, it's like she never existed. I asked Peggy when I found her, she didn't make much sense, said something about y/n became obsessed, she didn't say what with, said she kept saying that she knew you weren’t gone that you wouldn’t leave her, and the last time she seen or heard from her was one week after I went down. There is no death certificate, i searched the cemeteries in Brooklyn, i stopped by her old house and its gone, there’s nothing there, it's like she just disappeared”

“No, there has to be something. I need something” Bucky cried out “Steve that's not her story” He ran his fingers over your picture “We need to look again”

***

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How do you feel about kissing?

Featuring the haikyuu boys! Just some of them though lmao

Asking your best friend (Noya, Asahi, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto) how they feel about kissing

Reader is fem

Noya

His head was on your stomach as you played with his hair laying in the sunshine during lunch. A thing you normally did in the summertime for the last how many years you’ve known him. “Noya” you say softly, watching the clouds go by. He has his eyes closed but he responds “whats up?” he says sleepily and you twist his blonde patch around your finger “how do you feel about kissing?” you ask and his eyes pop open, staring up at the sky before he sits up and turns around to look at you “do you wanna kiss me?” he asks seriously and your cheeks flush, you cover your cheeks with your hands as you turn away slightly “maybe” you whisper and he laughs “OH BOY Tanaka is NOT going to believe this!” he says with a clap and you scowl at him making him chuckle “no no no, because he thought i’d have to confess to you first! He didnt think you felt the same! Now come, come here pretty girl. come here my girl let me kiss you finally! my pretty girl!” he starts to crawl over to you and you giggle trying to stand to run but he lunges and pushes you gently to your back on the sun warmed grass getouas he smiles down at you “I feel like kissing you, to answer your question” he says and then his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to.

Asahi

You clear your throat, the sound drowned out by screaming from within the gym, Hinata and Kageyama going at it again. You took Asahi outside for some air after practice ended and were now sitting on the steps to the club house looking at the stars for a moment. “So, uhm” you lean back on your elbows on a higher step “Asahi?” you ask and he hums in response “what do you think about… kissing?” you ask and he tenses. Holding his breath as he debates if he heard you right, when he turns to make eye contact he realizes he did in fact hear you right. “In general? Or.. or” he clears his throat “or with you?” his palms begin to sweat and he rubs them against his shorts. You laugh awkwardly “can i choose.. Both?” you ask quietly as you sit up straight again,

“W-well.” he takes a shaky breath “in general, i find kissing to be gross if i have to say watch someone else make out at school. B-b-but with you,” his voice gets softer “i think i’d really enjoy that” he turns to look at you and you brush your fingers across his cheek that was warm from practice and from blushing. “I think i would really enjoy kissing you too” he laughs softly, shaky from his nerves as he reaches out to cup your cheek, leaning in and closing the distance, softly pressing his lips to yours. He goes to pull away a little too soon for you liking so you whine and and lean with him, smashing your lips to his again as you try to memorize the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

Wakatoshi

“Can i ask you something Ushi?” you ask as you walk him to practice in the early morning. He’s been your best friend and neighbor for years so when you went to the same high school and had practice in the morning, it made sense that you traveled together, plus he said he wanted to make sure you were safe on the train. “You know you can ask me anything.” he states and you laugh awkwardly “yes i guess you're right” you stop when you reach his gym and he looks down at you, straight faced as always. You take a deep breath and steel your nerves “how do you feel about.. Kissing?” you ask and he stares at you for a few moments, blinking and not saying anything. You figured he was thinking so you just waited, “I think that kissing is fine in a relationship but i wouldnt know much since i havent kissed anyone before. Ask Tendou he’ll know more about it” he turns to go get Tendou but before he can bring him back to talk to you, you were gone. Ran off to your own volleyball practice feeling like a complete failure.

“Oh you poor innocent boy. She was asking you that..” Tendou grabs Ushijma by his cheeks and leans in close “BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO KISS YOU” he drops his face and laughs “she was asking, how do you feel about kissing HER?” Ushijima is silent for several minutes until at last he mutters out an “oh.”

You wait by the gate like always, your practice always getting out earlier than his. You’re messing around on your phone, setting a new ringtone, when he appears beside you. “Do you want to kiss me?” he asks and you gasp, chucking your phone into the air. “Ushijima!” you shout and he catches your phone from the air “do you?” you feel your face flush as he hands you back your phone “why do you ask?” your voice a few octaves higher from being nervous. “Tendou said you asked me about kissing earlier because you want to kiss me” he says and you laugh awkwardly, rocking on your toes as you scratch behind your neck “if i say he’s right will that ruin our friendship?” you ask as you look at his feet and he responds by cupping your cheeks and leaning down close “I’m gonna kiss you now” he says and waits for you to accept or reject him and you gasp and nod in his hands, eyes fluttering closed as his soft warm lips press against yours, sending fireworks down your spine.

Tendou

2am runs to the 24 hr gas station were a regular occurrence. You held a cherry laffy taffy in one hand and a blue slush in the other, the colors turning your tongue purple. Tendou had an apple sucker in his mouth and a cherry slushy in his hand. You finish your candy by the time you reach the park and you throw the wrapper in the trash by the entrance. You pick up your skateboard and hold it under your arm as you two walk to the top of the hill.

You sit on the bench at the top and he sits beside you, your board on the ground under your feet as you roll it softly side to side. Tendou kicks your feet and scoots closer, his thigh pressing into yours as he puts his feet beside yours, rocking side to side with you as you sit. You lean into him and sigh, your tongue was numb from your slush and your fingers were frozen, he wrapped one of his arms around you and you shivered into his warmth.

This all was normal, it happened all the time. But it still made your heart feel special, god how you wanted to kiss him.

“Satori?” you ask softly and he hums “whats up doll?” he responds over the straw he’s chewing “how do you feel about kissing?” you ask as you use the end of the straw to spoon some slush in your mouth. His head turns swiftly to look at yours and you act cool, eating your slush and being totally normal. He leans in slowly, getting closer to your face with a serious expression trying to make you break but you were used to this, you knew him. You gasped when his frozen tongue licks a stripe up your cheek “ugh you child! I should kick you off my bench!” he laughs and wraps both of his arms around you and rocks side to side “no wait don’t kick me off! Im sorry! I’ll answer your question if you answer mine!” you groan “fine! What’s your question? Just stop shaking me!” he laughs and relaxes his hold, looking down at you with a goofy grin “are you asking me this because you want me to kiss you?” he asks seriously but the little grin he had made you worry he was going to make fun of you.

your eyes grow wide and you clear your throat, suddenly self conscious and feeling stupid “I!- uh maybe yeah I was but sheesh” you try and scoot away from him, laughing awkwardly “that was stupid huh yeah. Stupid” you mumble but he wont let you scoot away “hey” he says softly and you pause to look up at him, his goofiness gone and replaced by softness you rarely got to see “you’re not stupid, pretty girl. You’re very smart.” he says and cups your cheek “i like kissing. I havent kissed anyone in a very long time” he coughs “Second grade” coughs again and you laugh, remembering that day in second grade when your best friend at the time dared him to kiss her so he kissed you instead. “I’ve been waiting, hoping, you'd want to kiss me again” he whispers as his face comes closer to yours, you hold your breath as he leans down, almost 100%, leaving just a sliver of space between you.

“You like me. How embarrassing for you” you tease and make him laugh “i love you. How embarrassing is that?” he mumbles, his lips barely brushing yours and you sigh “as embarrassing as me loving you” you say and his lips crash against yours, his tongue tasted like cherries and it mixed with your berry perfectly.

Kuroo

“KuRRooOoo” you yell sing as you walk into the empty gym, “Y/N” He shouts back as he exits the supply closet, having just finished cleaning up, the rest of the boys already in the showers.”walk me home?” you ask with a smile and he nods “of course, meet me by the gates in ten minutes” you nod and wink at him before leaving the gym, heading back to the class room you were studying in to gather your things.

“There you are beautiful” he says when he walks up and you kick your feet on the side of the wall “can you help me down hot stuff?” you ask and he nods, coming over with his hands out.

You were just friends, that's what you said when anyone asked. She’s just a friend! Is what Kuroo tried to convince Kenma. You just call each other nice things! It’s normal. But when he places his hands on your thighs, slowly running them up until they land on your hips, you think it’s a hint about his deeper feelings.

“Hop down” he says and you blush with a grin not moving. you instead move your knees farther apart, wrapping them around his waist. He raises his eyebrows and you grab his hands, moving them back down to your thighs so you can softly runs your fingers against his “how do you feel,,, about kissing?” you ask and cock your head, your hair falling over your shoulder as you looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“How do I? Feel?” he asks and you chuckles “how do i feel about kissing?” he asks again, you laugh out loud before cupping his cheeks and looking him in the eye, bringing his face close “Tetsuro” you whisper demandingly “answer” he blushes and swallows, his popular guy persona draining from his bones “i like kissing. I like you” he whispers out quickly with a nervous chuckle and you beam at him, your smile spreading as you wrap your arms around his neck “i like you too” you whisper and give him a small peck causing him to gasp before he chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, the wall the perfect height to lean in and press his lips to yours, feeling his smile against your lips as you kiss him back.

Bokuto

“Hey Bo! How do you feel about kissing?” you asked as you leaned over to his desk “kissing is great why?” you booped his nose “just curious” you went back to your desk beside him and he looked at you for a long moment, why did you ask him that?

The rest of the day passed by slower than ever for Bokuto, he sat inside his head, overthinking why you asked him about kissing and at the end of the day, the end of a terrible practice, he had convinced himself that you wanted to kiss someone else and he’d never get to kiss you himself.

“baby Bo what happened?” you ask as you walk up to him in the hallway, he was holding the straps of his backpack as he looked to the ground “nothing. I’m fine” he said quietly, avoiding your eyes. You walk up to him and take his hands, wrapping them around your waist as you pulled him into a hug “tell me Kou” you whispered and he sighed into your hold “long day, shitty practice, just too in my head today” he whispers and you run your fingers through his still damp from his shower hair. “What happened to put you in your head? You were so shiny this morning” you ask and rub circles on his back, the people in the hallway have all but disappeared now, heading home like you will be soon.

“You’ll think im dumb” he whispers and you shake your head “never Kou, I promise.” he sighs and stands up from your hug and sighs again, rubbing his face with his hands “i thought your question about kissing means you want to kiss a lot of people” you take a beat to think of why that could make him sad and you smile softly, taking his hands in yours “and why did that make you sad?” you ask in a hushed tone and his cheeks flush “i dont want you to want to kiss everyone but me” he mumbles out with furrowed brows and a pout. You laugh and cup his cheeks “oh Kou, i ONLY want to kiss you” you say and watch as his eyes go from confusion to recognition to bright and bubbly bokuto again “HEY HEY HEY” he shouts and you laugh “i knew i had it in me” he says slightly cockily and you keep laughing as you hug him, burying your face in his chest. “I don't want to make you sad Bo, talk to me if you ever get sad because of me okay?” you cup his cheeks seriously and he nods “from now on, i promise” he says before he leans down and presses his lips to yours

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