#but then you know brittany talks to her about it so she realizes she needs to move on

[boltgunkiller-archive]

everyone sees santana as the jealous one which is true. but i think brittany would be jealous too just more low key about it

#i mean after s4 i think santana really gets over it #like that’s her acceptance. she just can’t have brittany like that anymore and it sucks #because well also my bpdtana headcanon. she probably felt really possessive over brittany for a bit there #and also hated brittany a little i’m not even gonna lie because she was so frustrated at how seamlessly brittany moved on #but then she accepted it after she realized brittany wasn’t out to get her nor was sam #it was just. moving on. and santana would have to accept that. also need to mention the distance definitely fucked w santana’s head about it #being away from brittany for so long? yeah. she took it as a sign that brittany was abandoning her which caused her to kinda freak out #cause she spent so much time being so dependent or close in general to brittany. the sudden distance was Weird and Bad to her head #and heart #but then you know brittany talks to her about it so she realizes she needs to move on #then dani comes in right #she’s over it. they’re both just fine. but then 5x12. well brittany certainly didn’t like that there was another person in the picture now #-for santana. like she may not have shown it as much as santana does but she was kinda pissed about it i’m ngl #like the whole immediately kissing santana and then bringing up their history? she was about to KHS over the idea of santana just finding #-someone else and even preferring them more over her. llikeeee she wants santana so bad #jealousy im telling youu but she was trying to be normal about it #endgame though so we’re good. i just think about it sometimes #god nobody can rip jealousy tropes out of my hand i just love them #draft clearing spree! woohoo #and also i mostly just think that brittany was jealous in s5 going crazy. near end of s4 a bit. SHE NEEDED HER GIRL BACK asap. #gleeposting

[corroded-hellfire]

Well, since it's this weekend… what about Ryan and Luke giving their favorite baby-sitter something for Mother's Day? Either after Eddie officially gets the girl, or before… I bet Brittany would loooove to find out that her kids made something for Mother's Day in school, and gave it to the baby-sitter instead of her. 😏

I love, love, love this. @munson-blurbs and I came up with a little sweet and spicy tale. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there except Brittany 😘

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, mild choking, Eddie’s breeding kink is loud and proud

Words: 4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Okay, next we need a cup of water.” Eddie hands the glass measuring cup to Ryan, nodding towards the sink. “Fill ‘er up and then—carefully—dump it in the bowl.” Ryan does as he’s instructed, and Eddie proceeds with the recipe. “Now, Luke, you’re going to gently mix it all together.” 

Luke takes the directions a bit too seriously, circling the spoon around the bowl at a painstakingly slow pace. “Like that?” he asks proudly. 

“Liiiiittle faster, bud,” Eddie says, holding his thumb and forefinger apart slightly to emphasize his point. “I’d like to get these made before Father’s Day.”

Once the waffle batter is completely combined—Eddie had to help out before the milk curdled—he ladles it into the waffle iron, inhaling the cozy scent of homemade waffles. It’s what he’s always wanted: family dinners where he and his boys cook. Getting to spoil his girl with love and breakfast food. 

His girl. He still can’t believe that you’re his girl. 

“Did you guys make anything for Mom at school today?” Teachers usually have the kids do some sort of Mother’s Day craft, and Eddie wants to make sure that it gets to Brittany before she can accuse him of withholding her gifts. 

Ryan and Luke share a look that Eddie is unable to decipher. “Um, nothing?” Ryan says meekly, though it comes out as more of a question. 

Eddie frowns. “No art project this year? Not even a macaroni necklace?” He sets the timer and leans back on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Neither of you?”

“No, we did,” Ryan admits, “but we were talking, and…we don’t wanna give them to Mom.”

“Yeah,” Luke chimes in, an unmistakable smirk spreading across his face, “we wanna give them to your giiiiiiirlfriend!” 

“Luke!” Ryan scolds, but his eyes tell Eddie that he had the same idea. “Is that okay?” he asks his dad. 

Eddie nods. “Of course. I think she’ll love that.” He starts to wipe down the counter before turning back to his boys. “You still need to give Mom the gifts that we bought her, yeah?” Not that she deserves them, he thinks bitterly, but she’ll have my head on a platter if they come over empty-handed. 

“Okay,” Ryan says as he puts the milk back in the refrigerator. “And the cards we bought, too.”

“Oh! And we made cards to go with our gifts tonight!” Luke adds. 

“Did you now?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows at his youngest son. “You got a future working for Hallmark?”

“Daddy, you know I’m going to be a monster truck driver.”

“Right, how could I forget?”

A key turns in the lock of the front door and an instant smile appears on Eddie’s face. Ever since he’d given you the key to his apartment, he’s been locking the door more just because the sound of you unlocking it when you come over makes him happy. Both boys scurry in that direction and Eddie follows behind at a leisurely pace. 

You’re barely able to put your keys back in your bag before being enveloped in two sets of small arms.

“Oof!” You toss your bag over on the closest chair and wrap your arms around the boys. “This is a nice welcome. Ooh, and what smells so good in here?”

“Happy Mother’s Day!” both boys cheer. 

It takes you a moment to realize that they’re saying those words to you. They are wishing you a happy Mother’s Day. 

“W-What?” you ask, slightly stunned. 

“We won’t see you on Sunday, so we wanted to have Mother’s Day with you now!” Luke says as he takes one of your hands in both of his. 

“Yeah!” Ryan agrees. “And we made your favorite breakfast for dinner. Waffles! Daddy helped.”

“Helped?” Eddie mumbles under his breath, but it goes unnoticed by both kids. 

“This is so sweet,” you say, the wide array of emotions hurtling through you. Dropping to your knees, you tug the Munson children against your body so that you can give them a proper hug. “I love you boys so much.”

“We love you, too,” Ryan says. 

“Let’s go get the presents,” Luke says to his brother.

“Ah-ah, not until after we eat,” Eddie pipes up.

Luke sighs and lolls his head in the direction of his father. “We can’t just go get them?”

“Fine, go ahead. There’s about to be some kissing anyway, and I don’t think you wanna see that,” Eddie teases. It works. The boys head down the hall to their rooms and as soon as you get back up on your feet, Eddie pulls you into his embrace. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

“Hi, handsome,” you say as you loop your arms around his neck. Tilting your head up, your mouth catches against your boyfriend’s and you sink into the kiss. A loud rattling noise and a shout of I’m okay has the two of you breaking apart. “Was this your idea?”

“Nope,” Eddie says, popping the “p.” He rubs his hands up and down your back as he gives you a smile that’s full of pride in his sons. “They asked me just yesterday if we could do this—have the waffles for dinner. And I didn’t know about the gifts until about two minutes before you walked in.”

“I’m getting spoiled tonight,” you muse, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. You start to walk towards the table, but he pulls you back to him. 

“Oh, you have no idea,” he murmurs in your ear, squeezing your ass. “As soon as they leave, I’m going to—”

“Is dinner almost ready?” Luke whines as he thunders into the room. “I’m starving!”

Eddie races to him, crouching down and placing one hand on either of Luke’s shoulders. “Do you think you’ll make it?! Hang on, Luke! Don’t go into the light!” He ruffles his son’s curly hair. “Yeah, it’s ready. Go sit down at the table.”

Luke giggles as he takes his seat, and Ryan trails behind him. 

“How was school?” you ask them, putting waffles on plates and setting them at their places. “Learn anything new?”

Luke nods enthusiastically. “My friend Todd bounced a hot dog on the ground at lunch, and it almost touched the ceiling!”

Eddie shrugs. “I guess that’s science, kind of? What about you, Ry? Conduct any food experiments?”

“No, but we started learning about fractions today,” Ryan says, taking a bite of his dinner. “It was tricky at first, but then I got it.”

“That’s my boy!” Eddie high-fives him. “Munsons don’t give up when things get tough.”

“Is that why you took senior year three times?” you tease him, and his jaw drops in mock offense. 

“Hey, Daddy?” Luke interrupts, grabbing the syrup bottle and positioning it over the waffle and drenching it in the sticky-sweet sauce. “Can we do presents now?”

“When dinner’s over,” Eddie reminds him, taking the bottle before Luke can empty it. “And, no, that’s not permission to shove the entire waffle in your mouth at once.”

“Fine,” he concedes, turning his attention to you. “So, who’s your favorite: me or Ryan?”

You shake your head, cutting your waffle into neat little squares. “I can’t answer that. I love you both equally.” You glance at your boyfriend for confirmation, but of course, he’s no help. 

“That means you must fight for her love and affection!” he roars, deepening his voice to a raspy growl. “Men, grab your armor!”

You roll your eyes at his antics, but there’s a smile on your face the whole time. 

Unsurprisingly, Luke is the first one finished with his food. He sits in his chair, fingers beating a rapid rhythm against the tabletop. The patience of a five-year-old can only go so far, though. Eddie tries to hold in a chuckle because it looks like his youngest is near wetting himself. 

“Okay,” Eddie caves with a sigh. “Get your presents ready.” 

“Yes!” Luke cheers as he grabs his gift and the homemade card made of red construction paper. Eddie stands and clears away the plates while both boys take a seat on either side of you with their respective presents. “Mine first!” Luke slides his towards you. 

First, you pick up the card and grin at the flower smiling back at you on the cover. On the inside, Luke has written in his adorable boyish handwriting: “Happy Mother’s Day! I 🖤 you! Love, Luke.” You ruffle Luke’s curls and press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Here’s the gift I made.” Luke points at it. Picking it up, you see it’s a Shrinky Dink that Luke has written his name on and someone—presumably the teacher, put it on a key ring. 

“This is perfect!” you exclaim as you look over your new keychain. “I use my keys every time I drive or have to get into my house, so I’ll always see your name and think of you.”

Luke grins and throws his arms around your neck. You chuckle and maneuver him into your lap so he’s not hugging you from an uncomfortable angle. 

“Thank you, Luke.”

“Now me!” Ryan hands you his card, designed on purple construction paper. It says: “I am happy that your with Daddy now because that means I see you more and I like seeing you. Happy Mother’s Day! I love you! Ryan.”

“That is very sweet, Ryan.” 

“Thanks! This is what I made you,” he says. A heavy lump of what you can only assume is clay is placed in your hands. Tilting it to inspect the blue ceramic piece, you realize it’s the shape of a hand. Ryan’s hand, to be more specific. His handprint has been molded into a small ceramic dish. “It’s for jewelry! To hold it.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! I’m going to put it right next to my bed for when I take my jewelry off at night.”

“It’s like I’ll be holding it,” Ryan says with a giggle. 

“I know it’s in safe hands then,” you say, reaching over to boop his nose. “Thank you both for the thoughtful cards and gifts. I’m very lucky and grateful for you two.”

“Ahem,” Eddie cuts in with a dramatic throat clear. “No love for me? I’ll have you know that I’m the only one here who knows how to use the waffle iron, thank you very much.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, but when he leans in for a kiss, you just boop his nose as well. “Here, let me get the dishes.” You stand up to start towards the sink, but he playfully tugs you back down.

“Not a chance,” he says with a wink. “The Munson men are on it! Boys, I’ll need all hands on deck.”

Luke and Ryan begrudgingly follow their dad, dragging their feet as they walk to where Eddie’s flicking on the faucet and rinsing the dirty dishes. “Can we at least listen to music?” Luke grumbles, grabbing the sponge.

“Can you ask that without whining?” Eddie nudges him, but his tone is serious. “Try again.”

Luke plasters a giant fake smile on his face. “Can we please listen to music?” he asks.

“Of course, my wonderful, perfect second-born.” Eddie goads, clicking the dial to his usual rock station. 

And when she knows what

She wants from her time

Your head perks up and your eyes widen at the familiar Billy Joel song. Eddie throws you a grin over his shoulder before stepping back from the sink and wiping his hands off on a towel.

“Our song, baby,” he says, holding out his hand as he approaches where you’re sitting. “Boys, take over. Ryan wash, Luke dry.”

“I thought this was a Munson man chore,” Luke grumbles, which Ryan nudges his brother’s shoulder for.

“Shut up,” Ryan hisses under his breath.

Luke huffs and snatches the towel up from where Eddie tossed it on the counter. “What does that mean?” he asks his older brother. “That it’s ‘their song.’”

Ryan chuckles as he grabs a plate and holds it under the water. He looks over at the two of you and watches as Eddie practically yanks you out of the dining chair until your chest is pressed up against his. 

“It’s the song they smoochy-smooch to,” Ryan says.

Luke spins around to look at the pair of you as well, making kissy noises as he awaits a plate to dry.

“I’d start washing those dishes unless you want to see us start smoochy-smooching,” Eddie calls, never taking his eyes off of you. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him even closer.

“Maybe I wanna smooch now,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to fill your request. He leans in and just as his lips are about to brush up against yours, there’s a jarring knock on the front door. 

“I’ll get it!” Luke shouts, taking any opportunity he can to get away from the dishes.

“Good,” Eddie mumbles before stealing a kiss from you anyway. Just as you tilt your head up to continue the kiss, an irritating ahem sounds from behind you. 

Turning your head, you have to fight to keep the sneer off your face when you see who’s standing there.

“Mom’s here,” Luke calls to Ryan as he jogs back into the kitchen.

“Hello, Brittany,” you say, sidling up next to Eddie. You go to grab his hand in yours and he’s quick to give it a reassuring squeeze. Play nice for the sake of the boys, you tell yourself. Those seem to be the only semi-pleasant words that ever go through your head when she’s around. 

“Hi,” Brittany says, the words somehow sounding like a scoff. 

“Boys,” Eddie says, forgoing greeting his ex-wife altogether. “Go get your backpacks and the gifts you bought for Mom.”

The mention of gifts has a slight smirk appearing on the bitchy blonde’s face, and you can hardly say you’re surprised. As materialistic as she is, she’s probably more interested in seeing what she’s getting than seeing her own children. Eddie had already told you what the boys had picked out at the store and all you could hope was that Brittany was able to fake enough enthusiasm so as not to hurt the boys. 

Luke emerges from his room first. He puts his bag down on the table and picks up the keychain and jewelry holder that you had gotten from them. “Mom, look what we made!”

“Good job. Thank you.” She couldn’t sound less excited if she tried. But you don’t care because you know Luke is about to correct her.

“Oh. No, your gift is in my backpack. These aren’t for you.”

Brittany’s face hardens into steel, the forced smile looking more like a disfigured grimace than anything. Come on, look up at me, you think to yourself with a gleeful smile on your lips. Eddie tugs on your hand and you glance over to see him wearing a matching grin of satisfaction. 

Ryan comes in as Luke puts your gifts back on the table, and Brittany’s head finally lifts. You swear you can literally see her face turning red as she locks eyes with you. You raise an eyebrow slightly, as if saying, yeah, that’s right. Those are for me.

“Whatever,” she spits, ushering the boys out of the apartment. “Pick them up Tuesday night. Don’t be late.” 

Before she can slam the door behind her, Ryan and Luke call out to you, “Happy Mother’s Day!” You can see her entire body clench with anger.

As soon as she’s gone, Eddie lets out a huge exhale.

“You okay?” you ask, pressing your chest against his and resuming your position. You can feel his heart beating, and it’s immediately soothing.

Eddie nods slowly. “Yeah, she doesn’t really bother me anymore. ‘S just…” he pauses, searching for the right words, “...I hate not being with them, y’know? And I hate having to send them to their mom’s when they’re happier here. But what am I gonna do, tell her that she can’t have them on Mother’s Day?”

“You’re doing the right thing,” you murmur, rubbing his bicep comfortingly. “And once custody is figured out, I know you’ll be able to see them more. Those boys absolutely adore you.”

He tilts your chin upwards and kisses you, softly and gently. “They adore you, too,” he says with a small chuckle. “I had to convince them to buy stuff for Brittany and not you.”

Your jaw drops, making him laugh harder. “No way. You’re kidding, right?”

“‘M dead serious,” Eddie promises, making an X over his heart. “And speaking of gifts…I have one for you, and it’s in the bedroom.” He waggles his eyebrows, and you hook your finger into his belt loop as he leads the way.

You lay down on the bed as he climbs on top of you, trailing kisses down your body. “This–kiss–is for–kiss–being the absolute–kiss–fuckin’--kiss–best.” He sits up suddenly, taking in the gorgeous view before him. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper against the soft plush of his lips.

“You know,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth, “I was thinking.”

“Uh oh,” you tease. In retaliation, Eddie lightly nips at your collarbone, making you giggle.

“Mhm. About your ass.” He gives it a little squeeze as you laugh harder. “Well, that, and how goddamn gorgeous you’d look having my baby.”

“You mean ‘our’ baby?” you ask, arching an eyebrow. 

“Of course,” Eddie says. He starts to move down your body with kisses again. “Round belly making a home for them.” He pushes your shirt up to the underwire of your bra and places soft kisses around your belly button. 

“Not to mention my bigger boobs.”

“Oh don’t worry, I hadn’t forgot about those,” Eddie says, looking up at you with a smirk. “Shit, I can picture it so well.” His fingers fumble with the button on your jeans as his lips press gently against your skin. “But before that all happens, there’s something I’ve gotta do.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his hands as you watch them work.

Eddie presses one last kiss just above the waistline of your jeans before looking up at you through his enviably long eyelashes. “Fuck a baby into you.”

A whimper leaves your lips, both at his words and at the urgency in which Eddie is pulling your pants off with. Your panties aren’t far behind, but you reach up and tug on his shirt before he has time to undress you any further. Your hands begin to work on his belt, and Eddie lays one hand on your shoulder to keep himself balanced, and the other hand trails along your jaw. Slowly, he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You want me to make you a mommy, sweetheart? Want to spend next Mother’s Day with the little baby we made?” 

“Uh-huh,” you nod breathlessly, moaning when two of his thick fingers slide into your pussy. “M-Making me regret taking my pill this morning.”

Eddie laughs, pumping his fingers in and out of you as he speaks. “S’okay, babe. We can just practice tonight, hm?”

You nod, unable to speak as you watch Eddie lower his head and attach his lips to your clit. With a breathy whine, your head drops back on the pillow as he gives a harsh suck to the sensitive nub.

“Fuck,” Eddie says once he finally releases it. “Never get used to how good your pussy tastes.” He gives you no time to respond before he dips down and licks at your leaking hole. One of your hands fists the sheets, while the other reaches down and grabs onto your boyfriend’s curls. “Feel good?” Eddie mumbles against your folds.

“So good, Eddie,” you moan. “Fucking love your mouth. B-But I want your cock.” 

“All you had to do was ask, my love.” He looks back down at your pussy and gives it a quick kiss. “I’ll be back for you later.”

You don’t have time to process the fact that he’s talking to your genitals before he’s pushing inside of you with a delicious stretch. “Fuuuuuck, Eddie,” you whine, adjusting to the fullness. “Feels s’good. Always feels s’good.” Your words slur together, already drunk on his cock. 

“Only the best for this tight, perfect pussy,” he growls. He brings his thumb back to your clit, making deliberate circles. “Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. Gonna fuck it into you s’deep. Gonna knock up my princess, make her a mommy, holy shit!” He cries out when you move his hand from your swollen bud up to your neck, placing it around your throat. “Y’want me to choke you, baby?”

“Yes, please,” you manage, body trembling with pleasure as you feel the pressure from his grip. He’s rocking into you at an immeasurable pace, the ridge where the tip meets the shaft hitting all the right angles. “Keep g-going. ‘M gonna cum.”

Eddie throws his head back. “Good girl, good fucking girl. Cum on my cock, fuck, fuckin’ cream it. Make a mess on me, my good girl.”

One hand still gripping the green sheets below you, the other wraps around Eddie’s arm where he braces himself up against the mattress. Little moans and whimpers are slipping past your lips as Eddie brings you up to the brink. 

“I’m—fuck—I’m coming,” you say, hand tightening around Eddie’s arm as your pussy tightens around his cock. You hit your peak just as he does, an expression of ecstasy on his face. 

“Take it, fuckin’ take it, take all my cum. Want it dripping out of you.” You feel the hot, thick ropes coat your walls as he finishes inside you, leaving you both panting and speechless. 

The two of you lie there with each other for a few moments, letting your bodies relax and come down from their highs. Begrudgingly, Eddie pulls out and you both hiss at the loss. He’s quick to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean the both of you off. As soon as he tosses it in the hamper, he’s climbing back into bed and pulling you up against him beneath the covers. You eagerly snuggle up against him and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“So, how was that for a Mother’s Day present?” Eddie asks, his fingers gently tracing patterns on the bare skin of your back. 

“Perfect,” you respond with a lazy smile. “You Munson men spoil me.” 

“Cause we love you so damn much,” Eddie says as he presses a kiss into your hair. When you stay silent, Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion. When he feels your body start to tremble in his hold, he pulls back to look at you. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Shaking your head, you wipe the fallen tears from your cheeks. “Nothing’s wrong. I just…I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

“Is it too much?” Eddie asks, worry creeping into his voice. “Because I can talk to the—” 

“No,” you say kindly but firmly. “It’s just overwhelming. The food, the presents. Them wishing me a h-happy Mother’s Day. Eddie, I…” You’re unable to keep the tears from falling even as a joyful smile spreads across your lips. “I’ve never felt so loved before.” 

Eddie gazes at you with an adoring expression on his face. He gently tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Well, get used to it, baby,” Eddie says. “Because you have the hearts of all three Munson men and we’re all suckers for showing affection.”

Shifting yourself so your head rests next to Eddie’s on his pillow, you still can’t wipe the smile off your face. 

“They think of me as a mother figure.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve been there for them when their own mother hasn’t. Many, many times. Of course that’s how they see you. You’re everything a good mom should be, and they see that. They needed that in their lives. And then you come along; perfect, wonderful you. Who we all were missing, we just didn’t know it yet. But now that we have you, you’re stuck with us.”

You giggle as Eddie nuzzles his nose against yours. “I needed you guys, too. I always will.”

“I love you, my beautiful girl.”

“I love you, my handsome man.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #AYW #AYWS #request

[aalyssah]

Makeover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,363

Summary: You see Bucky with another women and sadness fills your body, so you get a makeover to impress him.

A/N: I have a love hate with this one. Hope You Enjoy!

You don't know if you're jealous because Bucky is talking with another female, or because you're not that girl.

Bucky has been hanging out with some blondie named Brittany, or something like that recently and to say that you aren't jealous would be a huge lie. Ever since Bucky introduced you to Brittany, it's like she took over his mind and made it all about her.

You were Bucky's best friend, you were the one that should be at his side, laughing, but you weren't. You were sitting at the bar from a far, watching the two. You always had a crush on Bucky, so when seeing this broke you, but you weren't about to say anything.

You were too busy watching them, you didn't realize the two redheads coming from behind you. "Hey, pretty lady." You jumped back, putting a hand over your chest. "Jeez guys, you scared me." Wanda laughed and noticed how sad you looked. "What are you looking at?"

Nat knew exactly what you were looking at, but she wanted to see if you would admit it. "Oh nothing, just thinking about hitting the dance floor." You lie, messing with the like in your drink. Nat and Wanda shared a look. "Y/n, you know you can tell us anything. Right?" Wanda's soft voice made you look at her.

You nodded your head. "Of course I can." You looked back at the duo seeing Brittany whispering something in Bucky's ear. "It's Bucky and that girl isn't it?" You looked at them, eyes wide. "N-no, it has n-nothing to do about Bucky!" The quickness and stuttering in your answer wasn't so believable. "Y/n."

Wanda's voice was known as her warning voice and you knew if you don't tell the truth, she likes to read your mind. "Okay! It's about Bucky." Nat chuckled, shaking her head. "Why won't you just tell him?"

You looked at Nat like she was crazy. "Your kidding, right? You want me to look like a fool? God, I can't even talk to him without stuttering like a schoolgirl." You sighed, putting your head on the table.

Wanda and Nat saw how upset you looked. "Besides, it seems he's really interested in Brittany." They knew you were referring to Brittany and to be honest, they didn't like her either. "Nat leaned closer, so the 3 of you were in a circle. "If you want, I can take care of her. Nobody will know."

Wanda gasped, slapping her shoulder. "Nat, no! Y/n, just needs a little makeover." You looked at them, 'offended' putting a hand over your chest. "Are you saying I'm ugly?” Wanda’s eyes grew big as she shook her head fast. "No, no, you're beautiful! It's just maybe you need to freshen up. Y'know?"

You looked down at your clothing choices. A hoodie and sweatpants, your nail polish coming off, hair in a messy bun, you weren't the most appealing, especially for someone like Bucky. "Ooo, I know exactly where to go. Let's start tomorrow!" You guys made plans for having you get a makeover.

The makeover should be done by the time Tony hosts his new year party.

~

The next day, you were woken up earlier in the morning by a smiling Nat and Wanda. "Wakey, wakey! Time to go get my nails done!" You groaned, turning over and pulling the blanket up. "5 more minutes." Wanda frowned, before making red circles around the room.

You shot up fast, standing up. "I'm up, I'm up!" Wanda smiled and walked out. You got ready before going in the car.

That day, Wanda and Nat took you to get your nails and feet done, and also your hair. You were loving it right now and you were already surprised by the change. The next day followed the same, except, you went to go pick out a dress.

You saw a black and white striped dress that you loved dearly. Everything about it was stunning and you couldn't resist getting it. Pretty much, everything was done with you. You got your nails and feet done, hair done, picked out a dress, got waxed, you did everything you wouldn't never have thought you would.

You never thought of yourself as beautiful or pretty, but now that you try to look good, you see the difference and you love it. So much confidence was in yourself when you looked in the mirror, knowing that you were still the same girl as before. Before you knew it, it was time for the New Year's party.

You haven't heard from Nat or Wanda since yesterday and it made you nervous. You needed your hype girls with you, especially on a night like this, but they were nowhere to be seen. You checked the time to see it being 10:37. It was getting close to the time.

You put your dress on, and doing your makeup you got a text from the girls, telling you to come down. You were nervous as you kept looking at yourself in the mirror. You felt as if something was wrong with your hair, or your dress didn't look right. Sucking it up, you walked down the steps slowly.

It was like time slowed as your clicking in the heels were heard. You appeared at the body, brushing my off your dress after seeing some lint in it, not noticing the way everyone looked at you. Nat and Wanda looked like a proud mother as you walked to them.

"Everyone's looking at me. It's weird." You whispered, taking a sip of Wanda's drink. "Yeah, someone special is looking at you and I think he's coming over here right now." Your breath stopped as you turned around and saw Bucky coming over. He was wearing a similar suit to you, making you look at Wanda and Nat.

They gave you a thumbs up, walking away and leaving you alone. You took a deep breath, saying the first word. "Hey, Buck." Bucky wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. All he could do was stare. "Buck, you okay?" Buck snapped out of whatever trance he was in.

"Y-yeah, sorry it's just, you look so beautiful." You blushed at his compliment, waving him off. "Nah, it's all you." Bucky looked at you up and down and then at him, noticing you were matching. "You're wearing my suit. Well, your dress." You two shared a laugh shaking your head.

"Can we go outside and talk?" You agreed, looking back at Wand and Nat, seeing them waving bye. You rolled your eyes and followed Bucky. You both looked up at the stars, in silence. "Natasha and Wanda told me about how you felt."

You felt your heart jump out your chest. "T-they did?" Bucky shook his head, while looking at you. "Yeah, they told me about your opinion on Brittany." Sweat clinging to your forehead as you try to think of an excuse. "W-well whatever they said wasn't true.

They were just j-joking because y'know-" Bucky cut you off.

"Oh no, I totally agree with you." You looked at him shocked, mouth agape. "O-oh." Bucky laughed hearing you were so shocked. "She is so annoying! Constantly touching me, whispering in my ear, I could do nothing, but fake laugh." You smiled hearing him sound happy.

"I didn't want her by my side. I wanted someone else." The real smile dropped from your face, replaced by a fake one after hearing him say he wants someone else. It couldn't be you, right? "I wanted you. I wanted you to be with me, but for some reason, you didn't want to come." Oh, how you were wrong.

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "Really?" You sounded shocked which made him confused. "Of course. I love you." Your heart melted at those words.

You wanted nothing more than to jump on him and smother him with kisses. “I-I love you too.” His hand slowly inched towards yours, until making contact and holding yours.

“Just so you know, Y/n. You don’t need a makeover to impress me.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fic #marvel fluff

[certifiedcallahanstan]

The memoir of a horny fangirl

chapter 2

Warnings: This is a pretty heavy chapter, it shows a really vulnerable side to Hazel and the shitty side of the reader. I had to get this chapter done, so the rest can be lighter and more *spicy*. The next chapter will get back to baseball hazel!!

This chapter contains: sa

It’s been a couple days since you had received the picture and you know you shouldn’t be upset, Hazel is a grown woman and is allowed to kiss whomever she wants, it’s not like you two are together anyways. That however doesn’t stop you from trying to avoid her.

P.J invites you to the coffee shop with Josie and Brittany to do quote on quote “studying” which really means she wants to talk to you all about her latest hook up.

Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting caught up in the conversation.

“and i mean it wasn’t a fucking normal sized strap, that shit was like- fucking xxl” P.J moves her hands at least a feet apart from eachother trying to demonstrate the size and josie scrunches up her nose.

“I don’t need to hear that P.J, you keep that to yourself” she huffs and you cover your mouth trying to stop a laugh from escaping.

For a brief moment, the weight of your emotions regarding Hazel and the photo fade into the background as you lose yourself in the conversation until eventually Brittany convinces everyone that we should probably study.

You pull out your notes adorned with doodles of different sea creatures and facts about them when you hear a familiar voice approach the table.

“Hey guys” the voice that belongs to the shaggy brunette starts “Josie told me you all were studying and that..” she looks at her phone reading the text “We are about to kill P.J, please come before one of us commits a felony”

P.J just responds with a huff a mutters something along the lines of “you all are just mad i get more hoes” as Hazel pulls out a chair and joins the group.

You scoot slightly more away from Hazel hoping nobody will notice. unfortunately these chairs are millenniums old and makes and obnoxious screeching noise

You cringe inwardly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks as all eyes turn in your direction.

Hazel's gaze flickers briefly in your direction, her brow furrowing in confusion at the sudden noise.

"Sorry about that," you mumble, offering a sheepish smile as you try to play off the noise. "These chairs are... uh, not the most cooperative."

Everyone seems to accept that excuse as they get back to their previous tasks. You start shading in the sea creature you were previously drawing in your journal when you feel P.J looming over you.

“what the fuck knuckles is that” she says as she points at your drawing

you look down at a your notebook where you had draw what looks like a eel-shark hybrid

“it’s called a frilled shark” you start explaining as all eyes look at you “they get their name from the frilly appearance of their gill sets. In fact they’re one of the few sharks that eat their prey whole…”

You trail off awkwardly, realizing that you may have gone a bit overboard with your explanation when you see everyone blankly staring at you. Clearing your throat, you try to steer the conversation back on track.

"Anyway, um... yeah, it's just a cool creature I thought I'd draw," you finish lamely

“I think it’s sick”

you turn your head to the voice and see Hazel smiling at you “i mean a shark that moves like an eel?”

"Yeah, exactly!" you respond, a smile spreading across your face as you meet Hazel's gaze. "It's pretty fascinating how they've adapted to their environment."

fuck why does she have to be so damn irresistible.

your thoughts are cut off by the slamming of a text book and you see Brittany getting up “my brain feels all mushy, im going home to take a nap”

Josie nods, putting her computer in her back pack “i should probably get back to Isabel” and P.J mutters something about going to “fuck then duck” whatever that means.

Soon enough it’s just you and Hazel, you try to ignore the tension, but damn it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence stretching between you as you both seem lost in your own thoughts. You fidget nervously, unsure of what to say.

Finally, Hazel clears her throat, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile. "So... um, how have you been?" she asks, her voice soft and tentative.

You swallow, trying to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. "I've been okay," you reply, your voice slightly strained. "Just... you know, trying to stay busy with school and stuff."

and not making out with random red heads and getting chlamydia you add in your head.

Hazel nods, her gaze flickering briefly as she seems to search for the right words. "Yeah, I get that," she says quietly “hey um..have you been avoiding me? i’ve tried to text you but you haven’t answered and everytime i try to come up to you you walk the opposite direction”

your jaw clenches as you start putting everything in your shark printed back pack “what reason would i have to avoid you Hazel” your voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

she runs her ringed fingers through her hair and you try not to notice the prominent veins “that’s what i’m trying to figure out, did i do something?”

“not everything is about you callahan” you grunt out as you try to gather all your loose papers

“here let me help-“

“i don’t need your help” you shove her arm away and in the process her hand hits an open water bottle spilling water all over your notebook. the notebooks that has three years worth of research in it

A sense of panic washes over you as you scramble to salvage what you can, frantically wiping at the water with trembling hands. Hazel watches helplessly, her expression a mixture of concern and regret.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I was just trying to..."

You cut her off with a sharp gesture, your own frustration boiling over as you struggle to contain your emotions. "Just... leave me alone, Hazel," you mutter, your voice thick with emotion.

she steps back as her eyebrows knit together “this wouldn’t have happened if you just let me help. Maybe instead of pushing people away talk to them”

You can see the hurt etched in her features, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt tug at your conscience.

"I'm sorry, I just..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. With a heavy sigh, you toss your notebook into the trash and sling your backpack over your shoulder

"I have to go," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you turn away, unable to face Hazel in that moment. With each step you take, the distance between you and Hazel grows, the ache of regret gnawing at your heart.

Hazel just presses her lips together and nods before you see the same red head from the photo calling her name in an annoying high pitched voice.

You watch in silence as Hazel hesitates, her eyes briefly searching yours for any sign of a response. Before you can gather your thoughts, she turns away, putting on a fake smile as the red-headed girl approaches.

"What's up, Becca?" she says, her tone polite but strained, the artificiality of her smile not escaping your notice.

you turn away, knowing that it's not your place to intervene in Hazel's personal life. And also if you stayed there someone would be getting punched in the face, and here’s a hint. it wasn’t going to be you.

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“Did you say sorry at least?” Isabel ask as you lay upside down on her bed, letting the blood flow rush to your head to try to forget about what Josie now calls “they great water incident” that happened last week

"Yeah, I did," you reply with a sigh, your voice muffled from your upside-down position. “kinda.. i dunno. I mean you should’ve seen the way that becky, bexar, what ever the fuck her name is held onto her”

P.J shoves a handful of chips into her mouth and shrugs “i say kill the bitch”

Josie tosses a pillow at her face and huffs “We already have one murderous charge against us, we don’t need another”

Isabel nods in agreement. "Exactly. We'll figure this out without resorting to murder,"

“fine” P.J huffs holding her hands in the air “but just know that i know people”

“mhmm” you hum as you launch yourself back into an upright position on the bed stealing chips from P.J’s bowl.

As the group starts debating whether han solo or darth vader would be better in bed, you can’t help but wonder at this exact moment what hazel is doing.

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Hazel sits on her bed in her apartment talking about how the frilled shark can unhinge their jaw and eat prey at least twice their size as the red head sits and stares at her.

Hazel has never been one for social cues, she sincerely honestly thought that Rebecca just needed a friend, and sure they made out at the party but in her defense her face looked similar to yours in the midst of her 6 shots.

So here they are in Hazels apartment, Hazel blabbering about the eel-shark abomination (that she most definitely didn’t spend five hours researching after finding out about it)

“Rebecca? did you hear what i said” she stops and tilts her head with wide eyes

Rebecca nods and turns to Hazel “mhm- yeah the shark is like- long or some shit”

“you seem distracted” the brunette mutters “and it’s not called a long shark it’s called a frilled shark because-“ her sentence is interrupted when she hears Rebecca let out a drawn out sigh and move closer to Hazel.

“Yeah that’s kinda gross Hazey and i’m bored so how about we have some fun…”

“i don’t know what you mean-“ hazel starts before the girl lifts her shirt off and suddenly Hazel realizes why this girl has been being so nice to her.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," Hazel stammers, her voice tinged with unease as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

“come on baby” Rebecca whines as she crawls into an unwilling Hazels lap “I’ve heard how good you are in bed”

And it’s true, Hazel was amazing in bed and she has had her fair share of hookups, but usually she knows about them before.

"Rebecca, I... I really don't think this is a good idea," Hazel insists, her voice shaky as she gently tries to push Rebecca away. "I'm not interested in anything like that right now."

“shhh” Rebecca whispers out as she slams her lips against Hazels and suddenly everything seems too much, Rebecca’s lips are wet, the lights are too bright, the AC is too loud. Panic grips her as she struggles to push Rebecca away, her thoughts a jumble of fear and confusion.

"Stop," Hazel manages to choke out, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. She pushes against Rebecca's chest with all her strength, her heart pounding with urgency.

Rebecca pulls back, frustration evident on her face. "What's wrong?" she demands, her voice tinged with irritation.

Hazel's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her mind reeling with a flood of emotions. "I... I told you to stop," she says, her voice trembling

Rebecca's expression darkens, her features contorted with anger as she takes a step forward. "You're just playing hard to get,"

Hazel manages to push Rebecca off her lap and quickly stands up, putting some distance between them.

"I think it's best if you leave," she says firmly, her voice trembling slightly with the effort to maintain composure.

With a frustrated huff, Rebecca storms out of the room, leaving Hazel alone with her racing thoughts and pounding heart. As she sinks onto the bed she grabs her phone with shakey hands and presses your contact then the call button.

“Hey what’s up” your voice bellows out from Hazels phone

“Hey i don’t know what-“

“HAHA JK this is my voice mail, leave a message or don’t i don’t care” your voice interrupts and Hazel can’t help the tears that fall down her face

“Hey..i don’t know if you’ll see this but Rebecca was here and i thought we were just friends, i mean i know i kissed her but i was drunk and..anyways we were talking and-“ Hazels voice cracks “-and she climbed on me and i told her to get off but she didn’t and- and she kissed me and maybe it’s my fault but..i don’t know what the point of calling you is because i’m pretty sure you hate me. I dunno, i just needed to tell someone.”

She presses the hang up button and brings her knees to her chest letting out a sob. How could she have been so stupid? Flash backs of when her dad would buy her these new suits and buttons up because he knew you hated dresses, but then make her get dressed in front of him flashed back into her mind.

Despite her best efforts to push those memories aside, they continue to haunt her, casting a shadow over her as she cries herself eventually to sleep.

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it’s not until two days later that you see the voice mail, you’re sitting in your biology class with your airpod in when you click the play button.

“What the fuck?!” you blurt out when it finishes and suddenly all eyes are on you.

You smile sheepishly as you gather all of your belongings and rush out of the classroom calling P.J

after three rings she answers with a “I’m talking to this really hot chick so this better be important”

“You remember when we said that we weren’t going to kill anyone anymore”

P.J hums “well YOU ALL said that, i never actually agreed to it”

“Yeah well…it’s time for some killing..or at least seriously maiming”

as you explained the situation to P.J, the last thing she said before she hung up was

“let’s go kick some leprechaun ass”

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Okay so YOU didn’t kick some leprechaun ass, P.J insisted she could take Rebecca herself and you assuming it went well because as you were driving (well over the speed limit) to Hazels house you receive a message from P.J saying “i’m like 75% sure she’s still alive, anyways if police come questioning you, say a rabid bear attacked her”

You chose not to question her further.

You get to Hazels house and you take a deep breath, you’ve never been good at comforting people, usually you just pat their back and give them water. You assume that probably won’t work for this situation .

Taking a deep breath, you exit your car and make your way to Hazel's apartment. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of the situation bearing down on you with each passing moment.

you knock on the door three times fast, two slow, that was your signature knock for her since middle school. As the door swings open, you're greeted by the sight of Hazel, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. Without a word, you pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

“y-you came-“ Hazel mutters out as you pull away and she wipes her eyes

“yeah of course haze, im sorry i didn’t see the voice mail till today”

Hazel nods, her expression grateful as she steps back, allowing you to enter her apartment. As you settle into the living room, Hazel gestures for you to take a seat on the couch beside her. You can sense her hesitancy, so you squeeze her hand and softly smile.

“you can talk to me about whatever, you know that right haze?”

Hazel meets your gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—vulnerability, fear, and a glimmer of hope. With a shaky breath, she begins to recount the events of that night, pouring out her heart and soul to you.

And all you saw was fucking red. How the fuck could someone do this to her Hazel, her sweet, beautiful, funny Hazel?

Your heart pounds in your chest as Hazel's words sink in, each one feeling like a blow to your own sense of justice. Anger simmers beneath the surface as you listen to the betrayal she endured, your grip on her hand tightening instinctively.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you meet Hazel's gaze with determination burning in your eyes. "Hazel, I am so sorry that you had to go through that," you say, your voice firm but gentle. "But I promise you, we will get through this together. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again."

Hazel coughs out a laugh and looks at you with wet eyes “That’s supposed to be my line”

You smile softly at her response, a flicker of warmth spreading through your chest. "Well, consider it borrowed for now," you say, returning her gaze with sincerity. "Because I mean every word of it. I'm here for you, Hazel, no matter what."

In that moment, as you sit together in quiet solidarity, you know that your bond with Hazel runs deeper than words can express. And with that unspoken understanding, you both find solace in each other's presence.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan fanfiction #josie bottoms #wlw post #pj bottoms #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan x reader #Sad hazel callahan #annoying reader #it gets more interesting i promise #the reader gets less annoying in the next chapter #angst with a happy ending #heavy topics

[opinated-user]

either LO is once again showing how guillible she is by instantly believing whatever any anon dumps into her askbox without any furthering questioning... or LO is trying to spread some truly ridiculous rumors. either way, that's not a thing. nobody is doing that. unlike LO, we don't view people are fictional characters that only exist to further the little fanfiction that we wrote in our heads to try to make our lives seem more interesting that they are. speaking of...

this is frankly grotesque. Brittany was never LO's ex. they were never in the same room together. they were never a pair. they never had any kind of sexual tension, chemistry or activity together. LO would have loved it if they were though. she went as far as to create merch of both of them being shipped together and using it on videos that she knew Brittany would watch, like the pathetic desperate creep that she truly is. LO instead has manipulated Brittany for years with catfishing to the point that she watched her nudes with no real consent, all the while pressuring her to give in to a sexual relationship. the fact that LO not only has said that they had sex when they didn't, but now it's doubling down to say that Brittany is an ex. something completely made up that only now she's taking out of the magician's hat and just hoping people will believe her.

LO, you tried to get on those pants. you tried for years. you failed. keep going with this narrative doesn't make me believe that you're as happy as anyone can be with your wife as you want people to think so. happy people don't need to go lying about relationships they never had with people they don't even like. that sounds to me like miserable behavior. desperate and insecure behavior. i know you probably keep at it because you know it annoys people, but i just want to know that it doesn't make you look any better than a supposed ex you totally had sex with now is saying that you emotionally and sexually abused her with her set of receipts. if anything, you're giving her even more credibility than if she was just a friend you talked to online. you're shooting yourself in the foot and don't even realize.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is a liar

[brittanagirlcrush]

Just Listen

Just Listen

A frustrated Santana walks out of the wedding planning

A/N: This is AU … a random blip that showed up in my brain (along with a secondary one) and I decided, since I was having writer's block on Chasing the Dream, I might as well write it. Might write the other one but probably not because it's kind of annoying. :)

I'm not sure it's particularly good … It's a one-shot … with the potential for more if inspiration strikes.

Also posted on FF.Net

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Santana sat in a booth at the far end of the twenty-four hour diner. She had no idea how long she'd been there, only that the light outside had changed from the colors of dusk to early twilight to night to deep night to dawn. It was past dawn now; maybe seven-thirty or so? Santana didn't know. She was tired; it had been almost twenty-four hours since she'd slept. She was tired, cold, and miserable.

She sighed and looked into her coffee cup. She felt terrible. How could she have just walked away like that? Just leave Brittany. And she couldn't even call her; she'd left her phone, her wallet, her keys … everything … in her purse, in the trunk of the car, when she started walking. She just kept walking until she found herself in this diner with about fifty dollars in her pocket and nothing else. She shivered; it was January in Northeast Indiana so, of course, it was cold and she'd left without her jacket. She signaled the waitress over and asked for a refill on coffee and a cup of soup.

“Chicken noodle or Italian wedding?” The older woman asked.

“Chicken noodle, please,” Santana answered, her voice scratchy with unshed tears.

She had just finished her soup when someone sat across from her.

“What's her name?”

Santana looked up, her forehead scrunched in confusion.

“Whose name?”

“The woman that's got you looking like your dog just died and you're the one that killed him.”

“Who says there's a woman?”

“Honey, your face, right now, isn't about a man treating you wrong or lost love; it's the face of someone who's broken and feels like she's the one who did the breaking. Only another woman makes a woman feel like that.”

“Brittany. Her name is Brittany.”

“What'd you do?”

“I walked away from her while we were talking about our wedding.”

“So, you don't want to get married?”

Santana shook her head. “I do. More than anything. We were in this barn with her mother, my mother, and our wedding coordinator. And I was trying to tell them what Britt and I wanted and … they weren't listening. Just kept talking like I hadn't said anything. Britt's a peacekeeper so she was trying to keep everyone happy. Something just … snapped. I figured, no one was listening so I didn't really need to be there and I started walking. Seemed like none of them noticed. I ended up here; it was the first place I came across.”

“Call her?”

Santana huffed a laugh. “I left my phone, keys, wallet … everything … in the trunk of the car.”

“So you're stuck here until … someone finds you? You remember a phone number and borrow a phone?”

“Pretty much.” Santana swiped at a renegade tear that slipped down her face.

Santana looked up into those ocean blue eyes she loved so much. “I'm so sorry, Britt,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Baby,” a soft smile graced those perfect lips, “I'm the one who's sorry. I should have listened and I definitely should have noticed when you left.” She reached across the table and took one of Santana's hands. “You're freezing!” Brittany sighed. “Wait here.” She got up and exited the diner, coming back a few moments later with a hoodie and Santana's purse. “Here.”

Santana smiled gratefully as she pulled on the sweatshirt. She pulled her phone out of her purse; fifteen missed text messages, five missed calls. Most from Brittany but three texts and one call from her mother.

“I didn't realize you didn't have your phone,” Brittany said sheepishly.

“How mad is my mother?” Santana gave a wry grin.

Brittany laughed. “She went from angry to worried to pissed to frantic. She's asleep at the inn right now.”

“How'd you even find me?”

“I started last night and picked a direction, drove for about ten miles before turning around and trying another direction. Of course, you were in the last direction I checked. I sent your mom a text telling her I found you so she'll get it when she wakes up.

“So. What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna marry you … if you'll still have me.”

Brittany smiled softly. “Of course I will, silly. I have an idea.”

“Okay.”

“Let's go get married. Right now. Today. You, me, a justice of the peace, and it's done. We can do the big wedding they want as a celebration of our marriage. But today? We have the wedding we want. Maybe not exactly but … honestly, I kind of felt over-whelmed and over-looked, too. You're right. They weren't listening.”

Santana smiled, the first real smile since she'd walked out of that barn. “Really? You'd do that?”

“Santana, all I care about is being married. I really don't care HOW we get there. I just wanna be your wife and have you be mine. All this planning and back and forth about colors and who to invite and who not to invite and everything is pointless to me. A wedding isn't a marriage. Like, yeah, I wanna celebrate with all our friends and family but we wanted simple. They decided to turn a simple barn wedding into this 'affair'” Brittany rolled her eyes, “so … let's just go and get married. We get what we want; a simple ceremony tying us together and then, in a couple of weeks, they get the big to-do they want.”

“Have I told you lately that I love you?”

Brittany smiled. “Tell me again.”

A grin split Santana's face. “I love you, Brittany S. Pierce. Let's go get married.”

Brittany stood up and offered Santana her hand. Santana dropped a twenty on the table, took Brittany's hand, and they left the diner.

#brittana #my fic #fanfiction #just listen

[yourstreetserenade]

Sometimes I have fanfic ideas that I know could potentially be really hilarious and fun but I know I'll absolutely never get around to writing them.

My latest idea is Groundhog's Day-esque take on Valentine's Day from season 4. Let's say at the end of 'I Do' Brittany finds out that Santana and Quinn slept together which triggers tears and heartache and Brittany going home and wishing somehow, some way she could do things over again until she gets Santana back. I don't know, insert some magical wish scenerio, and bam, Brittany wakes up the next day, only it's not really the next day. It's Valentine's Day again. A do-over.

Brittany realizes what's happening and thinks maybe this is a sign from the universe. She's meant to win Santana's heart back (and thus, stop Quinntana from hooking up at the end of the night) only that's easier said than done. She has to relive Valentine's Day over and over and over again because each time she changes something or has a different interaction with a friend a domino effect occurs. Each time she relives the day over again she and Santana have some meaningful and charged interactions at the wedding but for one reason or another, Brittany is unable to change the outcome. Either she misses something or Santana misses something, or there's some miscommunication somewhere and Santana ends up walking into that hotel room with Quinn at the end of the night.

Let's say it goes on for like, a week. Brittany is forced to relive the Valentine's Day wedding/reception for an entire week. It starts off kind of amusing seeing how small actions cause ripple effects among her friends but as the days go on her frustration grows because ''oh my god, maybe the universe wants me to be miserable and I'm doomed to live this sucky day for all of eternity watching the girl I love end up with someone else at the end of the night.''

Maybe at the end of the neverending week Brittany finds herself alone at the hotel bar having a drink alone. She looks at the clock and she knows the timeline by now, she knows exactly where Santana is. She's sad about it but on this night, she's sorta resigned. Except after awhile someone joins her at the mostly deserted bar. Santana. She doesn't say where she just came from and Brittany doesn't ask because she doesn't want to hear how she just came from Quinn's.

They have a drink together though and fall back into who they are: BrittanyandSantana. They laugh and they talk, about the wedding, about love and about fate. If Will and Emma are meant to be together, they'll figure it out, you can't fight the universe stuff. Brittany asks ''what if the universe wants me to be miserable?'' and Santana shakes her head. Santana once said that Brittany ''was everything good in this miserable stinking world'' but what she really meant was that she's everything good in this miserable stinking universe. The universe wouldn't do that to Brittany.

Then, sort of paraphrasing their convo at the end of S2 Brittany asks ''what about you and I?'' to which Santana pretty much quotes Brittany ''all I know about you and I is that I love you, I love you more than anyone in this world, and because of that I think anything is possible.''

Maybe Brittany even laughs a sad little laugh. ''What if I told you I've been reliving the same day over and over again trying to win you back?''

Santana smiles and replies. ''I think you've had one too many drinks, Britt.''

Maybe Santana walks her home thinking Brittany is tipsy. Brittany doesn't protest because she enjoys the company. It's crisp and frosty so they're both adorably bundled up. At Brittany's door Santana says good night and goodbye. It's sweet and chaste but romantic. Like a couple of awkward kids dancing around their crushes. Before they part though Brittany tells her "just so you know, I'd do it. I'd live day after day trying to get you back. I'll never stop chasing after this with you."

Brittany goes inside and doesn't wait for a reply. She doesn't need one. This one night with Santana has reignited her determination. She'll relive this day for as long as she has to. She'd chase Santana for a thousand years if she has to.

Santana stands alone under the stars and has her own magical moment. Wanting to make her own deal with the universe. She got things wrong when she broke up with Brittany. Ever since then it's like the planets have been out of alignment since she let her go. She makes a wish to get Brittany back.

Flashforward to the next day. Valentine's Day yet again. Brittany wakes up and goes through the motions she's been going through for the past week. Breaks up with Sam. Diverts Puck away from Kitty. But also makes time for a goofy dance break with Mike. But something's different. This time during We've Got Tonight, Santana taps Mike on the shoulder and asks if she can cut in. Mike happily obliges.

Brittany is surprised. In all of the loops this has never happened before. Is this happening? Is this really it? They slow dance. It's beautiful and sweeping and WE CUT TO Santana and Brittany dancing and singing through the hallways until they reach Santana's hotel door. She opens the door for Brittany, takes her hand and together they walk in.

The next morning Brittany stretches and opens her eyes to find herself in the hotel room. She jumps up, shocked. This isn't part of the loop. This is new. The night before didn't just happen, it took. She spent the night with Santana and got to wake up in her arms in an entirely new day. Out of joy she does a goofy little celebration dance. Santana laughs "I was that good huh?" and Brittany is like "yes but you don't get it. I've been reliving the same day over and over trying to get you and me back on track. I lived that Valentine's Day wedding seven times. Us waking up together means I did it, we did it, we made things right with the universe."

Brittany isn't really clear on the how of it all and Santana doesn't understand anything but it's painted out for the reader to decipher that it was the Santana from the previous loop that made a wish that night and sent it up into the universe. In order for them to get back on track it couldn't just be because of Brittany's wish (which is why she was in limbo on a loop), Santana also had to wish for the same thing. Once they had both wished for the same thing the universe allowed time to move forward again. Brittany remembers all of the previous loops, Santana does not.

They lay there happy and in love and knowing where ever the universe takes them next they'll go there together. Brittany really knew what she was talking about when she once said "anything is possible" she literally hit pause on time until she and Santana came to their senses and found their way back to each. And end!

#brittana #fanfic ideas #i wish i could write fanfic as like....my job #anyways i love this idea but i will never have time to write it #but if anyone ever does go for it wnd give me a heads up so i can read it lol

[tuiyla]

“Why isn’t Santana nicer after coming out”

Okay so I bring this up in the meta post I’m working on and I don’t want to hijack a post about Quinntana with just my issues on how the fandom perceives Santana so here goes, side note rant post.

As a Santana stan first human being second Gleek third, there are many many aspects of the larger fandom’s interpretation of Santana’s character that bother me. Unsurprisingly to anyone who’s talked to me for more than a second most of my issues come down to a gross misunderstanding of her inner turmoil and particularly all the mess surrounding IKAG. Santana spell it out in Sexy when she confesses her love for Brittany that she’s a bitch because she’s angry and she’s angry because she’s scared. Some people, even though it’s an excellent moment of self-reflection that could serve as a basis for understanding much of Santana’s character, still choose to get so close to the point and then miss it by about a mile.

I’m referring to the take that “Santana should have just been nicer when she was out.” I’ve witnessed legitimate confusion surrounding her behaviour post-outing (emphasis on outing) because people are shocked she’s still a bitch even after that, I suppose. Her anger and therefore her bitchiness was supposed to come from fears regarding her sexuality, so being out should solve all her problems and make her a nice person, right? I hope that writing it out like that makes people see the problem here. First off, obviously and most importantly but somehow still in a “needs to be said” way: Santana was outed. She didn’t come out, she was outed. She was terrified of what people would say if they knew she was a lesbian and then suddenly everyone knew, before she was ready. Shocking, I know, but for some reason that didn’t solve all her problems. Not to mention, being out came at the cost of being rejected by a close family member that undoubtedly shook her sense of self. That Santana continued to be angry “even after” having been outed shouldn’t be some big revelation. No shit she didn’t suddenly find enlightenment and inner peace upon being dragged out of the closet through an act of cruelty.

Second, coming out, even when one is outed as a lesbian to her whole state on television, is a process. Santana’s main source of fear wasn’t the process of coming out but the state of being perceived as the Other. She was terrified of being an outsider and judged for her sexuality and her fears are only proven right once the secret is out. That’s something she’ll carry for the rest of her life, even when she’s happily married and her relationship with her grandmother begins to mend. And that’s not to sound all bleak about queer existence because it doesn’t mean she’s doomed for a sad, angry life or anything, it just means that dealing with her deepest insecurities and fears is... a process. When we leave Santana as a newlywed, she’s around 21 years old. Honestly, it’d be a miracle if she had it all figured out by that point, particularly given her acute allergic reaction to vulnerability. Does she strike you as the kind of girl who willingly walks into therapy to sort out her misplaced feelings of anger? Didn’t think so.

Third, and this is two-fold, Santana is both considerably softer in the later seasons than she used to be and she’s also just never going to be a nice person, period. We could make it three-fold and point out that progress isn’t linear but let’s take it one step at a time. Santana is a kind person but not a nice one. From season 3B onwards and particularly in seasons 4 and 5 we see her forming deeper bonds with people other than Brittany and she even has a realization about using her bitch powers for good by the end of season 5. She has been using them for good ever since she first opened herself up to the possibility of letting people in and being her true self around them. So to me, complaining that Santana isn’t suddenly a ~much better person~ after being out is faulty on account of her does becoming a better friend and person as the show goes on. I think people’s problem is that she doesn’t become nice, but like I said that’s because she’s not. She just isn’t. In my ideal Glee future where Santana does get the help she needs and sorts out her emotional baggage, she becomes a much healthier adult capable of not sabotaging her friendships. But that still doesn’t make her nice. She will always have her signature snark and and she’ll always be ready to dish some insults out. Is that a good thing, that’s not the point here. The point is that she does become less cruel and more open to letting her kind heart actually show as the series goes on and still being rude to people doesn’t negate that.

I could go on, such as about the fact that Santana’s still a fictional character whose snappy one-liners and page-long takedowns are a part of her appeal. Glee wasn’t gonna stop utilizing Naya’s comedic delivery and turn Santana into a less recognizable version of herself, nor should they have. And like I say, nor should Santana’s continued prickly behaviour take away from the fact that she does soften as the show goes on. Then we have the issue of progress not being linear and faling back into old habits being perfectly realistic, and then we can also talk about how Santana’s issues go far beyond accepting her sexuality so it’d be unrealistic for her to drop her all defense mechanisms even if she becomes perfectly content sexuality-wise. She rightly identifies fears about being perceived and judged for her sexuality in Sexy and concludes that that’s why she’s angry and lashing out all the time, but it’s only a source of that. Although it’s a big part of her character and journey, it’d be wrong to reduce Santana just to her sexuality. That’s how you reach false conclusions like “oh she should have just been way nicer post-season 3,” because you ignore her general feelings of insecurity and how deep-seated this instinct to close off and lash out is.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this impromptu Santanalysis post, it’s been a while since I’ve written one not as a reply to an ask. Quinntana post coming soon, until then please remember to read way too much into a decade old silly Fox show and when someone misinterprets your faves, go get that shovel and start digging.

#glee #santana lopez #santanalysis #santana's anger #listen two- THREE things that piss me off re: bad readings of santana's ch #1) the outing 2) pretending she isn't a damn good friend 3) taking her word for things and refusing to look deeper #and felt it was about damn time i wrote this so thanks other essay i'm working on for giving an excuse

[sillyname30]

I made my peace with the and that's what you really missed on Glee podcast.

I wish the recaps would be less chaotic, they would cover all storylines and have a little more bts stories, but I have accepted that this won't happen.

I made my peace with the fact that Kevin and Jenna are more interested in their own stuff, but I'm okay with it when it comes with little bts stories.

I made my peace with the fact that Kevin is a big fan of Santana/Brittana and talks a lot (too much) about them. I have the feeling he likes Santana, Brittany and now Sugar, because he's friends with Naya, Heather and Vanessa.

I made my peace with the fact that they don't talk about the characters I'm interested in (Blaine, Klaine). At least Kevin is a little bit more open to it. Jenna admitted she hated the Warblers and so far I don't think she likes Blaine. Maybe that will change when they share a storyline.

What I didn't make peace with is Jenna's negativity. She seems to hate almost everything about Glee. I get it. They had long hours, they were exhausted. Tina didn't get the storylines/songs/attention Jenna wanted. I guess Tina/Jenna didn't have a big enough fan base to push the character. (I didn't have internet back then, so I'm blissfully unaware about most of the drama around Glee.)

There was a lot of stuff Jenna felt uncomfortable with. I didn't notice there were so many asian jokes and I didn't realize they were offensive. (Jenna made me aware that the way german people are portrayed in american TV shows is really offensive. I get how she feels. And it's much worse for her, because it happened on a show she was in.)

But Glee ended more than eight years ago. It's time to let it go and focus on the positive stuff. It would be healthier for her.

They were in a successful TV show. This is like winning the lottery for unknown actors. They had a steady income and made a lot of money. They are still making money out of it.

They got life-long friendships out of Glee.

They had unique experiences. A sold-out arena tour? Who is successful enough to pull that of?

They went to events they wouldn't have went without Glee. They met people (actors, musicians) they wouldn't have met without Glee. They sang for Obama!

Glee put them on the map and made it easier to get work as an actor. And they didn't need a lot of screentime for that.

Harry was mainly used as a dancer and he is working pretty steady as an actor.

Grant had just a guest role and became the Flash.

Chris was a main character, but he isn't working that much as an actor. He is successful with his books. Who knows if that would have happened without Glee.

I could go on, but there were to many of them.

Fazit: I will keep listening to the podcast, because I made my peace with it. I just wish Jenna would make her peace with Glee and let go of all her negative feelings.

#and that's what you really missed on glee

[in-christalone]

Hi, Brittany. My parents are pastors but I don't want to tell them about this because I'm afraid it'd be awkward and because of my position in the church (being a pastor's daughter), I don't know if I can't talk about it with people I know there because I'm scared of being judged or gossip. I converted in 2021, even though I come from a religious background and I'm already 26, I'm firm on my faith and Jesus is everything to me. He changed me completely and I was truly born again... but I'm afraid I'm going through spiritual warfare and/or temptation since Easter. I went to a birthday party not so long ago and I met a girl there, I don't have any lusting thoughts toward her but it's like... I was attracted to her or something? I don't know, it's so weird... My chest feels so tight and I want to cry because I keep having random thoughts about asking her out or knowing if she's single. I don't want to have these thoughts, I'm gonna be praying about this because I don't ever want to go back to my old life and I know that this isn't God's design. Do you have any advice about this? And could you pray for me too?

Hello Anon,

With this, I can say that I have felt the same towards a woman. At first I told myself I had a strong desire to be her friend, but the more we saw eachother the more I realized that I had developed a crush on her.

I was not a believer back then so I had no cares for following Christ, but if I could go back in time to give myself some advice against what I felt, it's that spending time with the object of my affection only deepened my attraction.

Knots are hard to undo when they stay put for a long time, so Anon, I urge you to please cut the connection with this source of temptation. If you are able to do that, there may not be a need to tell your folks. However, if it gets too deep then you will need to get more support since it would have grown stronger.

I have lost a dear friend to homosexuality. Ironic enough, he was the one who led me to reformed doctrine, but now he is "married" to a man. He didn't crucify the flesh, he didn't deny the temptations, and it overtook him. He has since denounced his Christian beliefs. I pray every night now that God would bring him to repentance and save him.

If you get the thoughts, please distract them quickly, don't fantasize, and don't create scenarios even in a friendly setting. The wisest thing to do is to cut ties. If she asks why you are avoiding her, you can be honest with her and tell her that you have been tempted and it would be best for you to step away.

I will be praying for you,.

#gay christian #lgbt christian #bisexual christian

[juliandevorakshonkers]

ok but real quick on a totally serious note ;

I love Brittany Broski. Like genuinely. She has made me able to realize that I don’t need to be dressed to the nines to still be pretty. She has made me realize that I can be funny AND still be taken seriously. She has helped me get through times that I didn’t think I would get through. She honestly is such an empowering and amazing woman, and I would do anything to be able to just give her a big hug and tell her this to her face. I appreciate her so unendingly much and I would genuinely do anything for her. I am able to go out in public in yoga pants, a baggy tshirt, and some fugly ass shoes and still be confident because I seen her wear similar things and thought that she looked stunning nonetheless. I am able to say unhinged things about characters and not feel stupid, because I know she gets me. I am able to do so much because she taught me these things just by being some girl on the internet. I wish so badly that I could talk to her one on one, even if it’s only once. I would honestly probably cry if I ever got to see her in person. I love her so much. Brittany if you ever see this, you are the most amazing woman I have ever seen, and if I ever have kids, I will teach them the things you taught me. Thank you.

#mack speaks #Brittany broski #sorry to rant and sorry if it doesn’t make sense #just was thinking a lot about her today and the things she’s helped me learn #honestly she taught me to love myself more than my own mother ever taught me #genuinely so thankful that this woman exists and that she exists in the same timeframe as me. absolutely wonderful

[sohemotional]

107

“Do you believe in ghosts?” 

Brittany had a white sheet over her head with two holes for her eyes and was shining a flashlight up into her face as she spoke in a “spooky” voice, waving her hands around. Rachel jumped back in alarm.

Rachel, Tina, Finn, Mercedes and Mike were all staring at the girl weirdly as she took out a Ouija board, placing it on the floor of her apartment on Halloween night. She pulled the sheet off of her head, grinning widely at her friends as she observed their panicked faces.

“B-Brittany are you sure that’s a good idea?” Her roommate, Tina stuttered.

“Yeah, relax, Guys. It’s totally fine. I play with it all the time when I’m bored and like, it doesn’t even work. Nothing happens.”

“What? All the time?! Brittany, you shouldn’t play with that thing!” Rachel yelped while Finn looked around awkwardly as the short, intense brunette grabbed his hand tightly. Her eyes darted around the room nervously as if expecting to find ghosts lurking in the shadows. “Don't you know what that is? There could be… demons in here now!” 

“Wait a minute. Brittany, what are you expecting it to do?“ Mike asked, raising an eyebrow. “When you play with the board, I mean.” 

Brittany took a bite of a mini chocolate bar. They were almost out of them, thanks to Finn, who had chocolate smeared all over his face. Rachel sighed as he grinned at her, not realizing he had melted chocolate all over him. 

“I dunno. Grant me three wishes?”

“That’s a genie, Brittany and you’ll get that with a magic lamp. You need a magic lamp for that,” Rachel intoned in flat voice, becoming more annoyed with her bimbo friend. “We’ve all seen Aladdin. Wait a minute, what am I saying? Magic isn’t real.”

“I dunno this thing just kinda sucks," Brittany shrugged, "Here, you try, Tina. You must know all about this stuff already.” 

“Whoa, whoa Britt, you know I’m all about the horror movie aesthetic but using an actual Ouija board is a little much, even for me, and these black candles you have are seriously adding to the creepy vibe. Not to mention it's literally Halloween night.”

“Fake goth.” Mike muttered sarcastically under his breath, earning a growl from his girlfriend as he pretended to be disappointed. “If you can’t even master Ouija boards, then when are you gonna move on to seances?”

“Hopefully never. You and Tina need to go to church. You too, Brittany. Especially you.” Mercedes declared as Rachel nodded beside them. 

“Look Tina, just move the pointy thingy around. It’s just like instant messaging but with a board game.”

“Oh hell to the no. I’m leaving!” Mercedes announced, making the sign of the cross with her fingers. Finn ran with her, giving a manly scream and Rachel took off after them, flabbergasted, as the planchette began to move on its own. Tina gasped, staring at it in awestruck silence. Mike was a little unnerved but he thought it would be too unmanly to run away.

“It’s spelling something!” Tina shouted in a mixture of fear and excitement. Lord Tubbington began yowling as the room felt colder.

“Yeah. It’s someone texting me through the board thingy again. I know all of them already and I guess they get lonely so they all wanna talk. One at a time please, Guys.” 

“Brittany?! They talk to you all the time?”

“Yeah, like it’s hard? I mean sometimes they give me the silent treatment but usually it’s getting them to shut up that’s the problem.”

“Oh my God, oh my God” Tina shrieked as the words “H-E-Y G-O-T-H" were spelt out, Mike reading out each of the letters helpfully as it moved to them quickly.

“Rude!” Tina gasped in outrage.

“H-A H-A H-A"

“Hello?” Brittany called out, as casually as if she was having a phone call with a friend. “Who are you?”

Your worst nightmare

“Oh yeah, you’re sooo mean and threatening” Brittany rolled her eyes while Tina screamed.

I am

The planchette started moving again but in slow, labored movements rather than the quick, erratic ones they had just seen. 

Not. Liar. 

Shut up

Go to hell

You first

“Oh my God the ghosts are arguing with each other!” Tina shouted. Brittany just tilted her head to the side, not really noticing a problem and she thought of something. 

“What are you wearing, Mean Ghost?” Brittany asked in boredom, laying on her back with her arms behind her head.

No sexting

“Why not? You sound cute.” Brittany gushed. 

The planchette quivered on the board as if the ghost was unsure of how to answer that one. The entire room shook as if they were having a mini earthquake for a few seconds and Tina screamed again, Mike eventually slapping his hand over her mouth and hushing her.

“Brittany, are you seriously flirting with a ghost?” Tina deadpanned after her panic had worn off a little.

“Why not?” The blonde shrugged, turning to the board again and speaking loudly. “Are you cute?” 

This time, the planchette leapt off of the board and the lights flickered a few times, making Tina jump into Mike’s arms. Then everything was still and the crazy energy seemed to vanish.

Brittany shrugged with a giggle. “I guess I must have scared them off.”

Brittany kept playing with the board whenever she had any free time and next time the friends sat around at the apartment, Artie, Brittany’s ex-boyfriend was with them.

“Hi Guys and girls! I wanna talk now so like, move the planchette okay.” Brittany ordered the imaginary people. Spirits. Whatever they were. 

H-I B-R-I-T-T The planchette spelled out.

“Hi, Hottie.” Brittany murmured seductively, causing her friends to raise their eyebrows.

"Oh wow, Brittany. I hope we're not interrupting anything here," Mike joked, "Maybe we need to give you two some time alone."

The entire board flipped upside down, the lights flickering like crazy and Brittany had a feeling this was the bashful, mean ghost she talked to before who freaked out and left after she called them cute. She set the board back up.

“Hi, Mr. Shy Guy.”

The board was still for a long moment.

“Wow, you’re pretty awkward.” 

Girl the planchette corrected, then Not shy 

“Oops, sorry. So like, what do you want to talk about?”

Artie leaned over, putting his arm around Brittany casually at some point. Out of nowhere, a force knocked his arm right off of her shoulders. Artie yelped, looking around the room in confusion as he tried to figure out what could have happened.

Ha ha ha

“Hey that was not funny… you, you demon! Brittany… I think you have a poltergeist… I’m going to leave.” Artie groaned. 

The planchette moved super fast again as Artie wheeled away at full speed.

“Don’t come back, Wheels.” 

“I think you have a jealous ghost, Brittany.” Tina giggled. 

___

Brittany tried to talk to the ghost again when she was alone. She had a feeling she would talk to her more openly when her friends weren’t around and she was right. 

“What’s your actual name?”

Santana

“How old are you?”

Twenty-five

“Me too.”

“Why are you here in this house?”

Lonely

“You can always talk to me, Santana.” 

You too 

A long pause.

You are the most beautiful girl

“You’re so romantic.” Brittany sighed. If she could date a ghost, she had a feeling this Santana would be her soulmate. Sometimes Brittany would hear a low, hazy voice singing a beautiful song, soothing her early in the morning or feel a gentle breeze, or a presence beside her when she was alone and her roommate, Tina was out.

She even woke up after feeling a pressure at the foot of her bed, a hand touching her arm to wake her up from a nightmare. She knew it was Santana. Brittany was never afraid of her. She kept calling for her to come back and she always did. Whenever she had a bad day, Santana would appear in some form and it would cheer her up.

---

Brittany gasped when she came home one day to find a ring of salt encircling the living room, along with some guy chanting from a book and Tina burning some sage. 

“No, no, Tina, what are you doing?!”

“I called an exorcist and got this stuff for good measure. Brittany, I’m sick of this ghost. She’s constantly hiding my shoes, she jumps out at me at random times and I swear I heard laughter when I was looking at myself in the mirror. She even laughs at my singing! She has got to go. All of the knocked over vases she does just to annoy me... If this doesn’t work, I’m calling Mike’s mom to ask her to do an ancient spell.”

“No wait, Tina, please don’t scare her off, she's just bored and lonely. I’ll talk to her!”

Brittany rushed to get out her Ouija board, locking herself in her bedroom and setting it out on the floor.

“Please come back, Santana.” Tears came to her eyes as she kept asking for the girl and didn’t get a response after a long time had passed. Just when Brittany had given up, the ghost appeared before her. 

Lord Tubbington began meowing at a high volume, moving around the apartment at a high speed she hadn’t seen him use in ages. Brittany gasped as an ethereal form appeared, translucent before her and a cold wind blew. She wasn’t afraid, just fascinated with what she saw. It was the form of a beautiful girl with black hair, high cheekbones and dark, deep eyes. She was the most stunning person Brittany had ever seen.

“Brittany, I’m here,” The ghost whispered in a soothing, low and raspy voice. Brittany would never forget her beautiful voice. “Don't cry."

“Santana? I thought you... I thought you were gone forever. That’s really you?”

The ghost nodded and leaned in close, kissing her. Brittany gasped, not expecting it but closed her eyes when she realized what the ghost was doing. She felt the slightest soft pressure against her lips and leaned into it. It felt as intimate as a kiss as it would have been if Santana was standing before her in the flesh.

"I love you, Brittany."

“I love you too. Please don’t ever leave me.” She whispered and felt a hand touch her face.

“I'll always protect you. I’ll never leave you alone.” 

When she opened her eyes, Santana was gone. She found her M&Ms re-arranged in a heart-shaped pattern and smiled.

#Brittana #Brittany S. Pierce #Brittany Pierce #Santana Lopez #Brittana fanfiction #Halloween fic #Glee #Thanks so much for sending this prompt Anon #my fics #Brittana AU #The ghosts are more scared of Britt than she is of them

[hevanderson]

talk about ur hyper specific pezberry au!!!!

THANK YOU. I WILL!

before i do though i Do want to say that this does kind of tap into anti brit/tana + st/b.erry stuff, and both santana and rachel do bad things that are framed as bad things. i don't condone cheating or infidelity, i just think it'd make for incredible yuri potential

im about to go on a ridiculously long rant so tldr; they cheat on their spouses with each other at a high school reunion and nothing good comes from it

so! the basis of the pezberry au (affectionately titled 'The Great Pezberry Affair' as of right now) is that its 2023 and rachel is incredibly dissatisfied with her life. this isn't what she wants, she's not feeling the same spark from jesse, she hasn't been able to act in a while due to having children, she's just kinda miserable but she's not fully aware of it. then she gets a text from brittany about a high school reunion and she's so happy like this is exactly what she needed. so she tells jesse she's going to ohio for a week, maybe two (he's a little pissed about it + decides to stay in ny). she goes to ohio and things go pretty smooth for a day or so and then the high school reunion night happens

the high school reunion is where things start to go down. so it's a good time like it's a fun party and stuff and then rachel sees santana and is like omg i haven't talked to her in a Bit i should go catch up so she does and she never realized how easy it was to talk to santana, she must've taken that for granted before. throughout the night rachel very slowly starts to dig up some old feelings about santana that quickly turn not platonic. when santana kisses her cheek for a picture (rachel can feel the wedding ring on santana's finger on her chin), she feels electricity she hasn't had in years and she knows she's screwed but she can't stop thinking about santana and how soft her lips were against her cheek

more party shenanigans happen and then sam is like 'oh btw guys im going to have a little ex-nd after-party/hang out at my place" and naturally rachel goes (it isn't a coincidence she decides to go after santana + brittany decided to go). the party is going well but rachel is Still thinking about santana but nothing comes of it until rachel is sent to sams basement to get some more drinks and santana follows her. in the basement santana is like 'i noticed you staring at me berry you aren't subtle, but im into it and i'd love to be your first girl kiss' and rachels like Oh No I'm Married You're Married Let's Not but santanas like 'it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. besides, like i told britt all the time in school, it isn't cheating if we have the same plumbing– and despite your mannish hands, im pretty sure we do' and rachel kisses her. she doesn't wait for santana to make the first move, she just does it. and it's magic. it's like rachels first time being kissed. it's amazing. scene ends on them making out against a fridge or something lmfao

so more flirty very secretive stuff happens over the course of this week until it's time for both to fly back to their homes. rachel decides to call this off because it's already making her guilty and she can't continue this. santana agrees and says it's fun while it lasted but she does need to focus on brittany- plus it'd be a huge scandal if people found out broadway's golden child and this up and coming singer were having an affair. they say their goodbyes. but on the fly home santana still won't leave rachels head; even in new york she's all rachel can think about so she caves and texts her way too late at night and santana responds. theyre back on. they exchange flirty texts and pictures and call when they're positive nobody's around. it's all so wrong and so right and so addicting

then jesse finds out. jesse saw these texts because rachels phone kept buzzing while she was showering or something and he knows everything. cue huge fight that ends in jesse leaving. rachel immediately calls santana and is confrontational and blaming her for him leaving etc etc but santana isn't accepting this blame because she was going to leave her alone, it was rachel who came crawling back. they fight too and santana agrees to not talk to her like this ever again. and rachel is alone

#is this ooc? probably yes. does sharing this make me so nervous? yes. however this has taken over my brain i needed to share it #tysm for the ask btw!! sorry you got a whole essay ^^; #porcelainvino #my post #asks

[opinated-user]

im ngl as a former fan i used to be a bit more on the fence about lily in like a "im gonna see both sides" way but like.

holy fucking shit she's a monster. or just out of her mind. regardless she needs to be deplatformed and desperately

even if you somehow don't believe Courtney, Brittany, Patch, Lizzy, EOT, P&xZ and the many other ex-fans who talked about how LO made them feel uncomfortable... surely her response to Courtney talking about being CSA by her brother would rub you the wrong way, right? surely you're going to see something wrong about a 31 year old woman blaming an abused child for not stopping a full grown adult, in a situation she didn't even know was happening. surely you'll need to realize that LO reacting with child molestation allegations with "well, that 6 year old didn't help me, so even if i did what she says, it was essentially her fault ifyou think about it." it's not even a matter of evidence or credibility. LO is telling everyone, herself, that she has no sympathy o respect for survivors of CSA. LO herself is telling you that she'll throw a child under the bus if that means saving herself. LO herself said that she being a predator is not more important to her than the fact that she can blame someone else, namely a child. those words are a confession, a damming one at that, and none of us had anything to do with it. anyone who isn't sucked into her can see something is up. she made it obvious, not us.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is a predator #lily orchard is a creep