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Part 4!

Credits to @starcatcherkiszka for the fic idea!!

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: language, drinking

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to.

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“Get warmed up, Danny,” Josh beamed. “We’re going on after Melanie.”

“No we’re not,” Danny’s voice hardened.

“Told you he wouldn’t go for it,” Jake told Josh. Josh crossed his arms and turned back to Danny with a new look of determination plastered on his face. Danny scowled back.

“Be grateful, Danny. You’re gonna get to say you played at Woodstock.”

“I’m tired of you guys not taking me seriously.”

Sam whistled; it was rare for Danny to stand up to any of them.

“I’m tired of you acting like you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass,” Josh gave Danny a dirty look.

“Josh,” Jake raised his voice. “That’s too far.”

Danny’s face remained placid, but it was clear that there was a fire raging within him. Josh looked like he was ready to keep hounding Danny, which Danny was more than likely to respond to with a fist in Josh’s face. It was a miracle that Carlos Santana walked past them at that moment. All four of them dropped their mouths in awe.

“Are you going up there soon?” Carlos jutted his thumb at the stage.

They looked around at each other, unsure what to say. Carlos seemed unbothered by the silence since he leaned back on the front of the stage and scanned over the crowd with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Me and my guys are playing tomorrow. We’re all pretty nervous, but the people here seem to love anything, as long as it’s loud and has a good beat to it. That’s the kind of crowd I’ll gladly play for. This whole thing is far out.” Carlos pursed his lips together and shook his head, like he couldn’t believe his luck.

Danny looked like he was thinking hard.

“One of our guys is getting cold feet,” Josh spoke up.

“Bummer, man,” Carlos tsked. “You’d think being in a place like this would set you free. I hope your buddy can lighten up and get out there. I’m sure he’ll regret it otherwise.”

Carlos’ face brightened when he saw someone off in the distance that he recognized and pushed himself back upright from the stage.

“I hope to see you up there,” he waved goodbye to them.

“Bye, Carlos Santana,” Jake mumbled in awe.

“Did Carlos’ words resonate?” Josh turned back to Danny. “If Carlos Santana is saying you should play, you should probably play.”

“You know I could break you over my leg if I wanted to,” Danny replied.

“You need your space, got it,” Josh took a few steps away from him.

“But I’ll do it,” Danny added after a long pause. They all whipped around to face him in shock.

“But what about the butterfly effect?” Jake’s eyes were wide.

“I’m sure we’ve already screwed up the future,” Danny admitted. “We might as well enjoy ourselves. What was it you said earlier, Sam? Fuck it, we ball?”

“I’m sorry about the stick up your ass comment,” Josh cautiously moved back to Danny’s side to give him a loving pat on the back. “If anything, the stick was really just a twig.”

“Just remember that I could break you in half,” Danny reminded Josh.

“Of course,” Josh paled at the thought of being snapped.

“I have one condition though,” Danny continued while he was on a roll. “We go by a different name.”

“What’s wrong with Greta Van Fleet?” Jake asked.

“If and when we make it back to our time, I don’t want to get caught up in a lawsuit with ourselves over our band name.”

“That would be pretty funny though,” Sam looked to be imagining the court session with a goofy grin on his face. “I’ve always wanted to sue myself.”

“Why don’t we pull a Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young?” Jake tried to brainstorm.

“What would that be?” Sam broke out of his daydream to cackle. “Kiszka, Kiszka, Kiszka & Wagner?”

“We should do pseudonyms,” Josh suggested. Danny clapped his hands together at the thought.

“You can be Harry Dickface,” he pointed at Josh.

“Still bitter about the stick up the ass comment, noted,” Josh grumbled.

“We could make an acronym with the first initial of all our names,” Sam spoke over Josh. “What could we do with S, D, J, and J?”

“JJ and the Salty Dogs?” Josh’s face brightened.

“I mean,” Danny thought it over. “If you had started a band in the 60s, you definitely would have called yourself that.”

“All I can think of is Semen Dick Juicy Juice,” Sam admitted. “That’s the best my brain can do.”

“All in favor of JJ and the Salty Dogs?” Josh asked around, raising a hand. Sam and Danny joined him, but Jake studied the ground. Josh stared onwards at his twin and then cleared his throat. “All in favor of Semen Dick Juicy Juice?” With a bright smile, Jake lifted his hand up to the sky.

“JJ and the Salty Dogs it is,” Danny announced.

“It’s not a unanimous vote?” Jake looked disappointed.

“You really want to go out there as Semen Dick Juicy Juice?” Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His brother was usually so serious about his music.

“It’s funny,” Jake lifted his shoulders. Josh scoffed at his brother and turned back to Sam and Danny, who had redirected their focus to the end of Ravi Shankar’s set.

“We need to head backstage to figure out our instruments,” he shared. The guy who had promised them a spot in the lineup hadn’t sounded all that concerned about the fact that Josh and his band had no instruments. In his words, they just had to “go with the flow.”

“Backstage at Woodstock!” Jake whooped as he threw two peace signs up. A few people around them stared at Jake in confusion, so Josh grabbed Jake’s shoulders and steered him away from the crowd so he would stop making a fool of himself.

Josh was relieved that it didn’t take too long for them to spot the backstage manager he had talked to earlier. He was moving some heavy looking crates, but stopped and embraced Josh in a warm hug when he noticed him.

“Nice to see you, brother!” he exclaimed.

“Dave, this is my band,” Josh released from Dave to motion to his brothers. “We’re gonna need to figure out our instruments before we head on stage.”

“Right on,” Dave clapped his hands together and nodded. “You guys are in luck, we just got some gear shipped in for the bands playing tomorrow. I doubt they would mind if you borrowed some stuff for your set. Most of them aren’t here yet anyway, they won’t know the difference.”

“Is that really how they did it in the 60s?” Sam whispered to Danny in awe. “I wouldn’t want someone else touching my bass.”

“Here, I’ll let you take a look,” Dave motioned for them to follow behind him. The next thing they knew, they were standing in front of a pile of guitar and drum cases sitting unattended in the grass behind the large stage. “Have at it.”

Jake moved towards a battered guitar case that looked promising and felt his heart thunder in his chest when he unhooked the latches and was face to face with Pete Townshend’s SG Gibson.

“No way,” Josh looked over his shoulder. “That looks like yours.”

“Dude,” Jake had to clear his throat to keep his voice from cracking. “This is Pete fucking Townshend’s.”

“Are you gonna play it?”

“Fucking hell,” Jake shook his head. “Of course I am, as long as Pete doesn’t find out. He would probably have my head on a stake if he knew I was touching this.”

“Good pick,” Dave came up behind Jake. “That one’s a beauty. And probably destined to be smashed on stage tomorrow night. I’m glad she’ll get a few solid plays in before her ultimate demise.”

Jake held the guitar closer to him, as if to protect it from any harm.

Sam was gazing down at a cherry red Guild Starfire with a deep look of contemplation.

“It’s got quadraphonic pickups,” he admired, poking down at the body of the bass guitar. Danny joined him and studied the instrument.

“That looks like a Phil Lesh bass,” he said. Sam studied the case closer and, lo and behold, the Grateful Dead’s bassist’s name was etched into the inside lid in a gold font.

“Well, shit, I guess this will have to do.”

“Hey, Danny!” Josh called a few yards away, stationed in front of a collection of boxed up drum parts.

“Yeah?”

“This kit says Doug Clifford on it!”

That was all Danny needed to hear to rush over to Josh’s side. Doug “Cosmo” Clifford’s drums had a richness to them that Danny had always admired on Creedence Clearwater Revival’s records. He was sure a lot of their sound had to do with Cosmo himself, but having the opportunity to even touch his kit brought Danny a joy he couldn’t turn down.

“I’ll gladly play that,” Danny stated, without even inspecting the kit. He had seen it at the Musical Instruments Museum on an off day when they were playing a gig in Phoenix a few years back. Sure, the kit wasn’t flashy like something Keith Moon played, but it was simple and it was perfect for Danny’s style.

“Feeling good?” Dave checked in with everyone.

“I’ll take whatever microphone Janis is singing with,” Josh placed an order with Dave, who replied with a hearty laugh,

“All singers are using the same mic, don’t worry.”

With their instrument situation settled, everyone was feeling a bit more at ease, all things considered. Though none of them were planning to openly admit it aloud, they were all feeling pretty anxious about going out on stage. Carlos Santana had a point that the crowd was a good and accepting one, but taking a second to consider the weight of what they were about to do was too overwhelming to bear.

Sam was grateful that they could keep themselves distracted by putting all of their attention into creating a setlist while Melanie took the stage. After asking them what their group name was so they could announce it over the PA, Dave disclosed that they had a 30 minute time slot to play however many songs they could fit. He added with a wink that the hippies in the crowd liked songs they could get lost in. Josh, Jake, Sam, and Danny all took that to heart as they sat in a circle backstage, trying to recall their best songs.

“We play a compilation of our favorite songs, how about that?” Josh thought aloud as he tapped his pen on his chin. “So that way we aren’t just copying our setlists from the future.”

“Considering how long I go with my solos, we’re only gonna be able to play three songs,” Jake realized.

“I’ll just kick you when you’re playing for too long,” Josh promised. Jake made a face.

“Please don’t do that.”

They got into a few arguments along the way but finally gathered a list of songs that felt right. Their timing was impeccable since they had just enough time for Josh to go through his vocal warm ups and Sam to rush around the backstage area looking for any kind of liquid courage.

Everything really started to feel real when Dave took the stage and tapped on the microphone a few times.

“We’ve got a treat for you all this evening,” his voice boomed over the crowd. “A new band showed up and was added to the lineup at the last minute. Trust me, they’ve got a sound you’re gonna dig. Give it up for JJ and the Salty Dogs!”

Jake had Pete Townshend’s guitar strapped to him and, even though it was unplugged, he could feel its power buzzing in his hands. He took one look out at the audience from the side stage and quickly closed his eyes. He knew that he would be able to get through their set because his muscle memory was intact and they had all been playing for long enough that they knew how to cover for one another if things went south. But he always wanted to play at his absolute best, so the pressure was still there. He had a bad feeling it was going to take him a while to get used to the Gibson since, like Pete Townshend, he was sure it had a bite to it.

From behind Jake, Sam had his arm wrapped around Danny’s shoulder. It was a relief that Danny had come around and decided it would be worthwhile to play at Woodstock. On top of that, Sam was over the moon that Danny looked as excited as he felt. He had ditched the white tunic backstage so he was back to showing off his exposed chest, and he held his drumsticks in both hands at the ready.

“This is gonna be great,” Danny leaned further into Sam’s side.

“They’re not ready for this,” Sam agreed.

At the back of the line, Josh was bouncing from foot to foot, shaking out his arms to remove all the negative energy. His voice had cracked a few times during his warmup which was a point of concern, but Josh tried not to fret on it too much. He was sure that his voice was just a little roughed up from how much he had shouted with joy during Ravi Shankar’s set. Traveling through time also probably wasn’t great on his vocal cords.

Dave stepped away from center stage and motioned for them to climb up the staircase.

“Give it your all,” he beamed as he passed them by. Jake sucked in a deep breath to calm his racing mind and led the way up the stage. The audience gave a hearty clap at his entrance which helped clear his head, and he hurried to the amps to plug his guitar in. After testing out a few chords, Jake nodded his head. The sound was a lot more raw than he was used to, but he loved how the guitar popped and snapped like it had a life of its own.

“GOOD EVENING,” Josh hollered into the microphone from center stage. Danny tested out the cymbals on the Cosmo kit and let out a whoop in glee. “WE ARE GRE-JJ AND THE SALTY DOGS,” Josh continued. “COMING TO YOU FROM ANOTHER WORLD.” The audience greeted that announcement with loud cheers. “Ready?” Josh turned around to check in with the band.

“Count us in,” Jake nodded.

“One, two, one, two, three, four,” Josh called over his shoulder. Sam broke into the mesmerizing intro to “Age of Man,” using Bert Sommer’s keys that had been left on stage from his set earlier in the day. Josh gazed out over the crowd and closed his eyes in euphoria.

“In an age of darkness light appears, and it wards away the ancient fears, march to the anthem of the heart, to a brand new day, a brand new start.”

Claps echoed across the grounds when Jake and Danny joined in and Josh took a step back from the microphone to nod to the music. He was glad to see that, at least within the first thirty or so rows of people, they were all standing and swaying to the music, lifting their arms up towards the heavens. He looked to his left and grinned when he saw that Jake was entirely in his element, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back with every note hit so he was one with the music that was pouring from his guitar.

“And as we came into the clear, to find ourselves where we are here.” Josh’s voice had never felt more powerful. A good handful of people in the crowd seemed to call out in shock at how good they were sounding, which only motivated Josh to give even more. Danny, Sam, and Jake all seemed to feel the same way, because there was a kind of magic to what they were doing. While they knew that they sounded good during their usual shows, it was almost as if they truly were exploring through the history of humanity and taking the wide expanse of people in front of them on the journey.

The song ended and the roar of approval was deafening.

“Holy shit,” Jake bumped into Josh’s side. “They like it.”

“We’re playing at Woodstock!” Sam couldn’t help but shout from behind the keys.

“And we don’t sound like shit!” Danny added. Josh beamed at his bandmates and then returned back to the microphone since the cheers were dying down and replaced with a feeling of eager anticipation for their next song.

“Thank you,” Josh said, hoping he sounded as sincere as he felt. “This next one is, well, it’s pretty fitting for the occasion. It’s called Flower Power.”

The audience seemed to be a fan of the name alone, which Josh had to laugh at.

“Dig it!” he shouted into the microphone and then pointed at Jake to start the song. Jake tore into the opening riff with a wide grin, using an acoustic guitar that he had found sitting unattended backstage. Danny joined in on Cosmo’s kit, thundering into the drums so they pulsed over the PA. Puffs of smoke started appearing in the crowd and, to Josh’s delight, even more people started to join in the wild and free dancing. Off in the distance he could see a group of small children holding hands and skipping around in a circle to their music. They were really in their element.

“Hey! Turn to night, firelight, star shines in her eyes, makes me feel like I’m alive, she’s outtasight, hey!”

Jake stomped to center stage, as far as the cable would let him go, and started to mouth out his guitar part as he jumped into his solo. Josh clasped a hand on his brother’s shoulder, which Jake smiled at, and then he returned back to his side of the stage when he finished. With that, Josh entered into the bridge, lifting his arms higher and higher into the sky, which the audience copied, and then he turned and pointed to Sam, who was ready on the keys.

While he usually played an organ during their tour, Sam was stuck with a normal piano, but it was more than enough for him as he entered into an extended solo that cascaded up and down the keys in a jazzy succession. Danny leaned forward on his stool and rested his head in his hands as he watched Sam pound away on the keys in utter admiration. In front of them, the crowd lifted their hands and started to clap loudly, keeping in time as Sam played the solo of his life.

After doing one more run up and down the ivories, he played a final chord and couldn’t help but stand and take a deep bow when he was greeted by whistles and screams of joy.

“This is insane,” Sam mused to Danny as he stepped out from behind his keyboard to give one final wave to the crowd. “What is happening?”

“I wish I could tell you,” Danny laughed.

Josh backed away from the microphone again and joined Jake’s side. As blissful as it was to be playing in front of such a large, loving crowd, he wasn’t thrilled about the next song in their setlist. Sam had pitched the idea when they were figuring out what to play, claiming that it was the perfect song for the occasion. Josh could respect that opinion, but they didn’t usually play it live since it was understood in the band that it was, for the most part, out of Josh’s wheelhouse. But, after trying to put his foot down, Josh realized that his bandmates were all apathetic to his concerns and he was outvoted.

“I’m nervous,” he whispered to Jake. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince his brother to back out of the song last-minute.

“You gotta do it,” Jake replied without an ounce of sympathy. “It’s a great song.”

“But, my voice,” Josh attempted to protest.

“Your voice is on fire, Josh,” Jake disagreed. “Just close your eyes and let the music take you there.”

At that point Josh knew he wouldn’t be able to back out of it, so he returned to the front of the stage. Danny tapped on his cymbals and Sam began playing the beginning to “Tears of Rain.”

“This next song, it’s a beautiful song. It’s about the search for salvation, in a way. It’s about the long trip we’ve made, I suppose, to get here,” Josh spoke.

And with that, he let it rip.

“Bathing in the light around us, praying for the night to comfort thee, dancing on the coals below us, praying for the flood to set us free.”

Jake, playing the Gibson, came behind Josh and kneed him in the side of the leg.

“You’ve got it,” he called over the wall of music he, Danny, and Sam were making. Josh kept his eyes squeezed shut so he could remain in the zone. In his head, he was back in the studio when they had first recorded the song.

“Yeah,” he wailed into the microphone, “Who will bring the rain?”

As Josh hit his first unbelievably high note, he started to feel rain drops dancing onto his cheeks while he faced the sky. The crowd at first started to murmur in alarm at the rain that was rapidly picking up as Josh continued his “who will bring the rain?” chant but, once they accepted that they were going to get soaked, their cheers returned. Josh could tell that his hair was starting to plaster over his forehead and his clothes were feeling heavier, but he finally opened his eyes and boomed out in his strongest acapella wail the final, “Who will bring the rai-ai-ai-aiiiiii-ain!”

“Is it still safe to play?” he could hear Jake ask a stagehand. “ I don’t want to get electrocuted.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, pal,” the stagehand assured Jake, though he seemed like maybe not the most trustworthy person. “We’ve got paramedics if you need them.”

“Great,” Jake mumbled.

From his keyboard, Sam attempted to push his dampened hair out of his face but wound up sputtering when he got a bunch stuck in his mouth. The paint on his jean jacket had started to run down his arms and chest during “Tears of Rain,” so he slightly resembled a pack of Skittles. None of that seemed to bother him though, since he looked around for confirmation that they were still playing and then broke into “Rhapsody in Blue.”

“RIGHT ON!” someone close to the stage hollered. Danny joined Sam, keeping a steady beat while Sam put his body into the music, taking short breaks to wipe his hair out of the way.

On his side of the stage, Jake retrieved a rag from one of the stage hands and tried to wipe off the fretboard. Next to him, Josh gulped down a cup of something that tasted citrusy and scrunched up his face.

“Ah, that stings.”

“Hey,” Jake tried to get his attention.

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad we’re doing this.”

“I sure as hell didn’t have this penciled in my calendar for today, but I’m glad we’re doing it as well.”

Sam was nearing the end of his interlude, so Jake and Josh returned to their designated spots on stage and got ready.

“Hold somebody close for this next one,” Josh addressed the crowd. “It doesn’t matter if you know them or not.”

Sam started playing “Light My Love” as puddles began to form on the wooden stage. Out in the crowd, it was split between people trying to shield their heads with jackets, and the more free-spirits, who embraced the rain with arms wide open, prancing around in the forming mud. Josh nearly missed his cue because he was so distracted by a group of young men who had started diving in the mud like it was a slip n’ slide. He made a mental note that he wanted to join them when their set was done.

“Your mind is a stream of colors, extending beyond our sky, a land of infinite wonders, a billion light years from now.”

“Woah,” one of the people who had joined the crowd forming on the side stage breathed out. Whoever these guys were, they were good.

“JJ!” a woman hollered from the sea of faces. “I love you!”

Jake snickered and lifted a thumbs up to the crowd, which Josh mirrored.

When they reached the “woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh” part of the song, all four of them started to collectively choke up. Led by Josh, it looked like the entire crowd was waving their arms back and forth to the beat, singing in unison. Their voices overpowered the music and, in that moment, Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny had never felt more connected to people or, really, more human for that matter.

The song slowed to a stop and Josh had to take a second to collect himself. Jake was glad that the rain was hiding the tears that had started to pour down his cheeks.

“HOW ARE WE ALL DOING?” Josh shouted into the microphone once he was composed.

“ALL RIGHT!” the people shouted back.

“Champagne, caviar, anyone?” Josh couldn’t help but lean back into the microphone to joke. He was certain that Jake, Sam, and Danny were rolling their eyes behind him, but he didn’t care. It was a great joke, no matter the venue or audience.

Josh was pretty confident that they were past their 30 minutes, but no one was coming from the side of the stage to stop them, so he moved back to have a brief meeting with the rest of the band.

“Everyone doing good?” he checked in. Danny looked as if he had just cannon balled into a lake based on how drenched he was, but he was quick to give a thumbs up. People in the 60s really knew how to enjoy music. The number of people he had seen air drumming along with him made him feel like he was on cloud 9.

“Are we doing Broken Bells?” Sam asked. The paint was now entirely washed away from his clothes, leaving his skin looking like a rainbow had vomited on him.

“I think we should,” Jake piped in. He had ditched the Sgt. Pepper jacket during “Light My Love” so, like Danny, his chest was out and glistening with moisture in the glow of the stage lights.

Sam let out a chortle. “I didn’t realize how many songs I’d be doing on the keys tonight.”

“You’ll get to Phil’s bass soon,” Josh promised.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a woman hustled on stage and stood on her tiptoes to speak into the microphone Josh had left unattended. The guys whirled around to see what was going on.

“Jenny Martin, your dad is looking for you,” the woman read off a piece of paper. “Come to the front entrance, Jenny Martin.”

The woman turned back around and mouthed a quick apology to the band before rushing back to the wing. Josh reapproached the microphone and gave it a testing tap.

“Shame on you Jenny Martin,” he said with a look of mischief, which earned some laughs. “This one is Broken Bells. It’s about,” Josh paused for a second. “Broken Bells.”

It was incredible that the rain hadn’t let up for a second since “Tears of Rain.” What was even more incredible though was that they were still playing in spite of the weather disruption, and no one in the audience looked to be in any rush to leave and seek shelter. Josh was pretty sure that he would have dipped for one of the vans after a couple of songs, but he had a feeling that they were keeping the audience captivated by their music, which was the highest praise a musician could receive.

Jake had requested a stool before their set so he could comfortably play the acoustic part of “Broken Bells,” but a stagehand had told him that the best they could do was a rug. Because Jake didn’t want his pants to get more soaked than they already were, he sucked it up and played the acoustic standing, which took some adjusting.

The part that he hadn’t considered was how to pull off the switch from acoustic to electric before his guitar solo. Pete Townshend’s guitar was sitting off to the side of the stage on its stand, but none of the stagehands knew any of their music or, consequently, when Jake needed the other guitar.

“Shit,” Jake whispered to himself as Sam started his solo on the keys. He knew he had about twenty seconds to get himself situated, which was usually more than enough time when he had a professional handing him his guitar from off stage. Doing everything on his own though was going to be complicated.

Josh let out a call in surprise when Jake tore the strap off of the acoustic and rushed offstage. To an unknowing spectator, it looked like Jake was about to empty the contents of his stomach off to the side but, in reality, he was rushing around in a blind panic, reaching for the electric guitar and cable, thrusting it into the amp. It was kind of Sam to improv on the spot and add a few extra bars to his solo, buying Jake enough time that he could run back to center stage right as he ripped into the first note of his solo.

“I thought you had dipped,” Josh covered the microphone to call to his twin.

“Never,” was all Jake could manage to gasp out.

While Jake, Sam, and Danny played their hearts out in the instrumental part of the song, Josh jogged to the side stage where Dave was standing with Joan Baez, a few guys from Santana, and Ravi Shankar.

“Enjoying yourselves?” he asked them.

“Who are you guys?” Greg Rolie asked in amazement.

“Just a little group from Michigan,” Josh shrugged. He didn’t know what else to say.

Joan Baez was squinting at Sam.

“I think that’s the kid who cornered me earlier,” she realized. “I didn’t know he could play.”

Josh made a mental note to tell Sam about that later, grinned back at the legends who were looking at him in awe, and returned to the microphone to close out the song.

“THANK YOU!” he called out. Once again, no one was making any effort to remove them from the stage, so Josh turned to Sam.

“Grab the bass, Sammy. It’s your time to shine.”

Sam leapt up from his bench and bound to the back of the stage so he could retrieve Phil Lesh’s bass and plug it into his own amp. Jake watched on in concern, keeping his fingers crossed that Sam wouldn’t get electrocuted in the process. All seemed well with him, since he ducked out of his jean jacket and strapped the bass on, stepping up closer to the front of the stage. Josh gave him a thumbs up and Sam smiled back.

“ONE TWO THREE!” Sam counted them in. They started “When the Curtain Falls,” immediately ejecting the crowd out of the earthly, philosophical music into a more lively, head banging song.

“Whoo!” they could hear Carlos Santana shout from the wing of the stage. “Now that’s rock n’ roll!”

Jake couldn’t help but turn around and throw him a pick when he had a break in his riff, which Carlos caught with a loud laugh.

Through the buckets of rain, Danny watched as some people in the crowd started climbing up the light towers to get a better view. The people who were visible from the stage due to the lights were all collectively throwing themselves around in the mud, cheering and jumping with Josh, who was screaming into the microphone.

“When the curtain falls, walk the hollow walls, babe, once a valley doll, now you’re not at all, no!”

Sam had had his doubts about playing “When the Curtain Falls” live at Woodstock but, watching the audience’s reception, he was glad that Jake had suggested it. Usually they had “Safari Song” and “Highway Tune” in their setlist to prove to people that they knew how to rock, but “When the Curtain Falls” had an extra heaviness to it that felt fitting for the occasion.

“DO IT JAKEY, DO IT!” Josh shrieked into the microphone. Jake launched forward and started to shred like he had never shredded before, hitting a brain-bending line of notes up and down the fretboard, bending the strings this way and that. By the time he was done with his solo and started to close out the song, it almost looked like the guitar was smoking.

“Now I’m warmed up,” Jake grinned around at everyone on stage when the song finished. Josh took that as his cue to introduce their last song of the evening. He would have played forever if given the choice, but he also realized that there was still a line of musicians waiting for their own turn on the stage. It would be cruel to steal such an opportunity from them.

“This is our last one for tonight,” Josh shared with the crowd. People shouted in protest. “I know, I know,” Josh laughed. “But you’ve got a lot of great musicians up ahead. Now, we want to take you on a journey to end things right. My brother over there, Jake, is a rock n’ roll sherpa, and he’s gonna lead the way. Right Jake?”

Jake gave him a big thumbs up.

“Take it away!” Josh shouted. Jake began “The Weight of Dreams” and the crowd was immediately silenced by the hypnotizing riff that echoed over the fields. Josh started to sing his part and, as he moved into the second chorus, he could feel his voice struggling to catch up. He had been testing his vocal chords that evening, but it was mostly because he was so caught up in the moment, he forgot to tone it down in some parts. His voice started to rasp on his last line, and he backed away from the microphone to clear his throat while Danny began to thunder away on the drums in the middle section. Josh gave a silent prayer that his voice would remain intact and, after sucking in a deep inhale, he started to scream at the top of his lungs over Danny’s drums. His voice warbled a bit but the audience started to cheer with him, so he was able to finish his note strong and step back to give Jake center stage as he began his 12 minute long solo.

Josh stared at his twin shaking his wet hair around and hitting every note perfectly, and then his eyes tracked back to Danny, who was likewise putting his entire body into his part, from crashing his cymbals to stomping on the bass pedal. Sam threw his head back as he leaned into the long, booming chords that he was playing on the keys. Overhead, a thunder strike clapped and, off in the distance, lightning flashed, brightening everyone’s faces for a split second. The time between the thunder sped up as Jake went deeper into his solo and, by the time he reached the climax, lightning was dancing directly over their heads. If Josh didn’t know that it was his brother in front of him, he would have assumed he was a god, controlling the sky with his guitar.

Josh remembered that he could be doing something during Jake’s solo and broke out of his stunned trance to fetch a tambourine that he had found unattended in the grass earlier in the day. He jogged to the far end of the stage and held a hand over his brow to shield his eyes from the rain as he tried to look out at the audience. It was hard to make out much since it had gotten pretty dark, but each time lightning struck, their faces lit up briefly and, from what he could tell, they all collectively looked transfixed. Jake literally had the entire field of people in the palm of his hand. Josh started to smack around the tambourine and found a spot he was content with at the back of the stage, near Danny’s kit, where he could make his commotion without stealing the spotlight.

It seemed like Jake never wanted to leave the stage, since his 12 minute solo turned into a 20 minute one. If the audience was lost in his music, Jake might as well have been too, since his fingers ran up and down the fretboard, playing melodies Josh had never heard before. Considering they had a 16 hour studio session before traveling back in time, Jake’s endurance was unbelievable. His fingers should have fallen off ages ago.

Jake started to slow down around 25 minutes into his solo because he really was feeling on the verge of toppling over, and Josh putting a hand on his back was the nail in the coffin, confirming that it was time to finish things. He entered the last few bars of the song, ripping out the chords like a final blast of energy. It took him a while to catch his breath and muse at the fact that the audience was entirely silent, as if waiting for his next move. He let them wait a few more beats and then played the last part of the song.

The final note hung suspended in the air for what felt like minutes before fading into silence.

“Fuck yeah,” Jake whispered to himself.

Danny, Sam, and Josh moved to the front of the stage to join Jake, signaling that their set was finished, and the silence was quickly replaced with an ear-piercing ovation. Jake held up Pete Townshend’s guitar after unhooking it from its amp, and then they all took a bow. Jake knew he would be tempted to start playing if he stuck around any longer, so he took one last look out at the crowd, released a deep exhale, and then rushed off stage.

Danny, Sam, and Josh were quick to join him. It was still dark and hard to see, but from what Jake could make out, they all looked as though they had run a marathon. In a sense, with the set they had just played, they basically did.

“Holy fucking shit,” Dave greeted them, his face elated. “What the fuck was that?”

“Just some stuff we’ve been working on,” Jake tried to sound humble.

“I’ve never heard anything like that before,” Dave exclaimed. “I mean, that was far out. Like, far out. These people are lucky they got in for free.”

“Hey, nice playing out there,” Joan Baez approached Sam, who looked on the verge of passing out from surprise. “Even if you probably pushed my spot in the lineup out by an hour.”

“I’m so sorry,” Sam’s eyes widened with worry.

“Don’t be,” Joan Baez laughed. “I don’t mind when the music is good. I do hope you’ll catch my set, though.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Sam was quick to assure her. Joan motioned behind Sam to the line of people who wanted to talk with him and his bandmates.

“Looks like you’ve got some fans to address,” she said with a beam. With that, she whisked away, leaving Sam dumbfounded.

“I love it here,” he mused to himself.

“Dude,” Danny tried to hop on Sam’s back, making his knees buckle at his weight. “Michael Lang invited us to an afterparty. All the other bands are gonna be there.”

“No fucking way,” Sam’s voice cracked in disbelief. He had to drop Danny back down because he was too exhausted to carry him after their set, but instead opted to squeeze him in a hug. “I can’t believe we did that.”

Jake joined them with a can of beer in one hand and a rag around his other.

“I popped like seven blisters and didn’t even realize it,” he motioned down to the rag when he caught Danny and Sam inspecting it. “I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow.”

“I’ve already signed twelve autographs,” Josh announced with pride as he joined their circle.

“Did you do your legit autograph?” Danny couldn’t help but ask.

“I signed it as Harry Dickface,” Josh winked at Danny, who shook his head with a bright smile.

“Do you guys want to take a seat somewhere?” Dave approached the group. “I’m sure you all could use some rest. We’ve got a tent in the back.”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “I think I need to unwind.”

“Agreed,” Danny, Sam, and Jake echoed.

They needed a lot of time to process everything.

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #gvf fanfiction #gvf fanfic #greta van fic #greta van fleet fanfiction #woodstock #carlos santana #joan baez #greg rolie

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serafinablackwood · 2 years

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to start off i’m so sorry this was totally later than it was supposed to be, BECAUSE I SUCK. I’m brett, 24, est. i am interested in TOO many things to name, but i do love writing and all things supernatural. i, also, like making friends and need to kick myself so i'm less awkward and SHY. i’m still trying to learn about everything around here, but you all have been very welcoming even though i’ve been slow as a snail. thank you for being patient with me! without further ado, this is sera! country girl, witch, hopeless romantic and adventurer extraordinaire. feel free to hit me up about anything, plots / connections, random stuff, general screaming ya know. even if i take a second i will get back to you ♡ below is some info and what not and a few connection ideas

pinterest ( work in progress; tw nsfw ), playlist ( not done yet )

sister of santana and part of the blackwood family

always embraced her magic, the only thing her biological family really gave her.

her biological parents really are a mystery to her and she’s tried to do some digging without much luck ( even if she loves investigating things it’s not exactly her forte )

sera loves adventure and quests, much like all the ones she reads about.

speaking of, she reads.. a lot, more often than not you will find her with a book near by. she’s part of the book club!! and maybe girl’s / wine club? or gardening! ( i wasn’t sure what all kind of clubs were here, but i’ll get on it ) she, also, is big into yoga.

fleetwood mac esque

STRESS BAKES

still deeply in love with her soulmate, rhys who she is currently broken up with ( she is crying AND throwing up )

hopeless hopeless romantic, witches and love am i right?

she’s so sensitive even though it’s the bane of her existence, literally drives her mad

can be nosy if someone wants to share some hot goss with her, she likes to have the tea

has spent a lot of her life feeling like some of her friendships were superficial and made a change to try and combat that, making her circle smaller and closer to her heart

will fight to the death for those she loves

she’d always wanted to work at the apothecary, wanted to help people and dive more into her witch-ly studies. got her pharmd degree and now has worked there for about 2 years!! she’s a hard little worker

can be so stubborn, does not like getting told no or that she cannot do something which can sometimes lead her to run herself more raged than she should

wine drinker ™

can make both impulsive and spontaneous decisions, like running off for a month with rhys for adventure and finding love

despite all that, she has zero sense of direction

please do not ask her to point you west, she won’t know

JEALOUS

oh, so jealous

more to be added, i’m sure

BASICS

birth name ⁠— serafina monroe legal name ⁠— serafina blackwood gender ⁠— she/her birthdate ⁠— august 6th, 1992 hometown ⁠— wolford, tennessee zodiac sign ⁠— leo sun, sagittarius moon sexuality ⁠— heterosexual occupation ⁠— pharmacist at the twilight apothecary soulmate — rhys kerr favorite possession(s) ⁠— a golden necklace rhys gave her years ago that has rhys’s star and her moon, you’ll always find her wearing it. her purple record player, extensive book collection, her first crystal ball, and even though her kitty isn’t a possession jinx is one of her best friends and she treasures him dearly. often thinking of him more as a familiar. eye color ⁠— hazel hair color ⁠— blonde height ⁠— 5′5 build ⁠— ectomorph complexion ⁠— type II glasses/contacts? ⁠— has a pair of reading glasses, but beyond that no. tattoos ⁠— none, but wants one. piercings ⁠— her ears have multiple piercings. like so details ⁠— she has a couple scars from nicks and scrapes, falling, general outdoorsy type injuries that sometimes left little scars on her knee. has a birthmark in the shape of italy on her left shoulder. often wearing some type of boot or is without shoes entirely. alignment ⁠— neutral good

night or morning person? both

light or heavy sleeper? heavy sleeper

left or right handed? left handed

acting on more logic or emotions? emotions

optimistic or pessimistic? optimistic

tea or coffee? tea

cats or dogs? cats

open or closed minded? open

shower or bath? bath

clean or messy? messy

workaholic or lazy? probably lazier than workaholic, but she is quite determined

lover or fighter? lover

favorite color? green

connection ideas,

her circle of best friends —

fellow adventurer —

coven members she’s close to —

a mentor —

childhood friend (s) —

school rival —

neighbors —

a long lost biological sibling??? —

book club buds —

they just do not mesh —

friends who grew apart —

coworkers —

don’t let this limit us, these are just some general ideas!!

#intro #ooc #hides in shame because this took so long

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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Wacky Drabbles: María María

Books: The Royal Romance Books all of them

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: 🍋

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC) Liam X ?

Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here

Disclaimer

Wacky Drabbles prompt: “You should have told me earlier, I would have helped you.”

Chapter Summary: Liam meets a woman at a palace event and takes it to the next level.

Song inspiration: Maria Maria - Carlos Santana

Word count: 1,600 *please excuse typos' and grammatical errors

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Cordonia

Leo's Quarters

Liam stood in front of the mirror as he adjusted his bow tie. “I don't want to love anyone else.”

Leo said, “Who says you are?”

Liam took a deep breath and said, “No one.”

Leo sighed and said, “So what's the problem? You are thinking way too much.”

“I guess. How hard can it be? I go to the bar and order a drink.” Liam furrowed his brows and combed his hands through his hair.

“Lighten the fuck up. Drop the resting bitch face. It looks like you're trying to take a shit and can't.”

Liam chuckled and said, “Fine.”

“Relax you have been so fucken moody. Go get laid don't think twice about it.”

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Cordonia - Palace Grand Hall

Liam walked around the room and noticed a woman standing by the bar she was absolutely glowing. She wore a tight long black gown with a sweetheart neckline that showed just enough of her cleavage that left him wanting to see more. As he looked at the details of the gown he noticed the long slit down the middle that exposed her thigh and showed off her strappy heels with crystal embellishment ‘my weakness’ there was something about how she looked in heels that made her appear confident and dominant.

As he eyed her curiously and he could approach her and break the ice. Sure he was rusty but he figured he would try his luck with the pretty brunette after all she reminded him of someone. As Liam walked towards the bar people paid their respects but it slowed him down as he desperately tried to make his way to the woman before she walked away. Other men were looking at her and he didn't want to compete for her attention. Liam stood next to her and said, “I'm sorry I saw you from across the floor and just had to try to talk to you.”

She smiled and said, “Your Majesty” as she gave him a deep curtsey.

“I'm not really good at this and I don't pretend to be but I was hoping it wouldn't be too forward if I asked to buy you a drink.”

The woman chuckled and said, “Well it's your party. I think you brought everyone a drink.”

Liam smiled and said, “Well then shall I order you a drink then?”

The woman smiled and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Please call me Liam. May I please know your name.”

“María.”

Liam said, “ María te ves como una Diosa en ese vestido.” (You look like a Goddess in that dress)

María said, “Thank you. Do you speak Spanish?”

A playful smile tugged on his lips and he said, “¡Sí! Un poco.”

María said, “That's a turn-on. How did you learn?”

“Well, an ex-girlfriend taught me. But let's not talk about that.”

María said, “Wasn't going to...I kind of want your attention this evening.”

“María you have my attention. My undivided attention. Liam looked at her with a charming smile. “ Can I order our signature cocktail? However, I find tonight Cordonian lemonade divine and leaves you wanting more.”

Maira gave him a mischievous grin and said, “Leave me wanting more.”

Liam flagged the bartender and said, “Two pink lemonades.”

30 minutes later…

Liam shamelessly eyed his María, watching her chew on her bottom lip in thought. Her eyes slowly met his.

María put her glass down and smiled “This is like our fifth drink now.”

“Why are you counting?”

“The fifth drink is usually when I think if I want this to go further.”

Liam said, “I’d like to see where this goes, don't you?”

María smiled and said, “Where do you think it is going to go?”

Liam leaned in and said, “I’m going to walk out that door.” Liam looked down at María’s shoes and bit his lip “You are going to follow me.”

“Really and why would I do that?”

“I’m going to put myself deep inside you.”

“But you just meet me?”

“I want you and that's all there is to it.”

Liam gently took the drink out of María’s hands and said, “There is a garden and I want you to meet me at the end of it. You will know you are there when you see a well.”

End of the hedge maze

Liam and María were up against a wall and as he began to kiss down her neck as his hand ran down her body touching every curve.

“Do you want more?” Liam whispered in a husky tone. María gently bit Liam's bottom lip and put her hand on Liam’s and guiding it to the slit of her dress. She began to moan when he reached into her panties and smirked down at her and said, “María, you are dripping for me. You should have told me earlier, I would have helped you.” Liam muttered, rubbing small circles into her core with the pad of his thumb.

“I’m attracted to you, what can I say? You give me a tingle,” María muttered, running her hands up his chest. Liam ran his hands over her body as well. She reached down and touched him groping at his erection through his clothes and he let his eyes fall shut. She unbuckled his pants and lowered his underwear began moving her hands back and forth on his shaft. Liam took her wrist to keep her hand there, making her continue her motions. Liam’s free hand came up to squeeze her breast through the tight fabric of her dress. Liam kissed her collarbone and gently sucking at the skin. It made María moan and tilt her head back, letting her eyes fall shut as Liam continued making her whine and grind her hips against his.

“Excited” Liam mused, a little smirk on his face. He leaned down to kiss her lips gently. With his free hand, he pulled on the shoulder strap of her dress down and she arched her back allowing her breast to fall and they repeated the action to the other side all the while Liam was rubbing at her core.

“You are a multi-tasker.” María whispered, “Keep touching me.”

“Like this.” Liam gently began sucking on her breast as he continued rubbing.

“Mmm just like that.” María breathed out.

“Very. We might get caught.” María whispered in a seductive tone.

He pulled his mouth away. “Does that bother you?” Liam whispered

“The idea of it turns me on.” María breathed out

He pulled down her panties all the way down, he helped her step out of them and licking his lips when he saw how wet she was. “Fuck,” he muttered. He spread her legs a little and began to taste her sucking aggressively.

“You are fucking me with your mouth.” He began pumping his fingering in and out of her “Your the best thing I have ever tasted.” He slowly stood up as he raised her dress. He lifted her up with ease and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her against the wall aligning himself with her. And he slid into her slowly, moans erupting from both of them. María looked into his eyes, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Move,” she muttered. Liam began his thrusts. He set a slow rhythm at first, angling his hips to try and find the spot inside of her that would make her fall apart. She felt the heel of her shoe digging into the small of his back and he grunted.

“Liam, am I hurting you?”

“I love the feeling.”

“Ah, Liam!” María moaned, tightening around her. It only spurred him on more, hips thrusts becoming a bit faster. He angled his hips there to hit her spot over and over again, making her cry out in pleasure. María reached up to run her fingers through his hair, tugging gently. Liam grunted at that, his hips bucking wildly but very calculated to get María to experience the most pleasure.

“I feel you so deep inside.” María cried out. “Fuck so good, so tight.” Liam trusted deep and hard. It did not take long for them to both become close. Loud moans were shared between the two of them, and Liam reached down to toy with her clit. This made María fall off of the edge almost immediately, crying out. Liam did not stop his thrusts, even as María whined in overstimulation. He was so close, he could feel it.

“Acaba conmigo.” (Finish with me) Liam whispered in her ear. She tightened around him again at his words, and it tossed him straight over the edge and he came inside of her with a shout of her name. He trusted through his orgasm.

He as he gently lowered her down he said, “I have to have more of that.”

“I might give it to you. But I need to get going.”

Liam adjusted himself and smoothed out his hair. María pulled down her dress.

Maria quietly made her wake her way out of the maze and Liam watched she exited admiring her as she walked. He touched his lips and whispered her name.

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María stood in front of a King's guard and he said, “Why are you out here? And by yourself.”

“I was saving the Kingdom.”

“You are taking this Guardian of the real thing a little too seriously right now.” Drake crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

Jessica said, “Get it right Drake I'm a champion of the realm so when you address me it really needs to be Champ, Her Majesty or both.”

“How about pain in my ass.” Drake handed Jessica a velvet case and she took it. And said, “I'm many things and that is probably right up there with future mother to gummy bear and Liam's wife.”

“Are we getting casual Friday?”

“Yes we are so you can continue to impress us with your fancy jean shirt.”

Drake smiled “Are you going to wear your tiara to work?”

“Tiara's are meant to be worn Drake plus it gets us free stuff you were not complaining when we got free tacos.”

Liam came from behind and wrapped his arms around her and said, “Mmm.” he kissed her shoulder and neck and back said, “Allow me.” Jessica handed Liam the velvet case and he unzipped it and took out its contents.

Jessica gave Liam a deep curtsy and he placed a tiara on her head. He smiled at her and said, “Her Majesty Jessica María Rys, CHAMPION of the Realm, mother of my child and my goddess of a wife please stand and be recognized.”

Jessica slowly stood up and smirked at Drake and mouthed the words “Champ” he mouthed “Pain in my FUCKEN ASS.” Drake walked into the hall as Jessica and Liam lingered outside. He held her in his arms and whispered “How much longer till you have till you need to leave?”

“I have to feed the baby in 20 minutes. I can come back.”

“What if we go in there did our final dance and go home. I would love to be with my girls.”

Liam took her hand and kissed her right to her wedding band.

“Mmm that sounds amazing. I believe there was an offer for a little more wondering if-”

“I always want more.”

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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So! What about the god ok switch-a-roo? The pillarmen are now human and their s/os are pillarmen!

I interpreted this request as body swapping (similar to what we see in a much later part of JoJo) and I hope this is what you meant, my dear Anon! 🙏❤🥰

If not and you meant for me to write this in another way, I am SO sorry I misinterpreted the request and I sincerely hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! 😅😇

Body swapping with the Pillarmen! 😱 🔁

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• Ending up in your body will piss Kars off more than anything really.

• Don't get him wrong, he loves you with all his heart; it's just that he's a man who is rather comfortable in his superiority and status over your race.

• He had worked VERY hard to get himself where he wanted to be afterall...

• Suddenly being reduced to a mere Human is enough to make his (er... your) stomach turn.

• Kars' new "limitations" in your body however didn't stop him from working out how this happened and, more importantly, how to UNDO it ASAP.

• When you happen to come to in Kars' body, the feeling is unsettling and strange to say the least.

• Piloting not only a Pillarmans body but Ultimate lifeform's as well will take you some getting used to for sure.

• For one thing, you'll come to find his hair gets in the way of EVERYTHING.

• If the wind blows or if you happen to turn sharply it's suddenly in your (well... his, but you get the idea) mouth or sticking in your eyes or just plain in your face!

• You can't understand how he stands it at all!

• There's no time for you to ask him to teach you how to wrap it up like he does either to remedy the issue so you have to grin and bear it.

• On the other hand, even the slightest jump in your emotions makes his arm blades spring forth!

• You almost ended up accidentally stabbing Kars (while he was in your body) as a result of getting worked up over the whole matter.

• Kars could only watch you floundering about in his body, frowning and shaking your human head as he told you repeatedly to keep calm and they'll stay put.

• As if you could keep level-headed at all in this situation as it was.

• On the upside ot things however... you learn some interesting things about Kars.

• "...Wait." you paused, peering down at the muscular legs beneath you; your eyes bore into Kars' boots with a critical gaze. There was something cushy sitting just below the heel on the inside.

• "Do you... have cloth wedged into your boots?" A sangria eyebrow raised, ruby eyes falling onto Kars.

• You watched as the features of your own face shifted dramatically, mouth falling open, scandalized. "I--" he began, but your voice fell short as he couldn't find anything to say in defense.

• "Do you do this to make yourself look taller?" A wheeze rose up in the Pillarman's chest, rich barking laughter ringing out as you doubled over in laughter.

• You suddenly came to the realization that you had never once seen Kars without his boots off, the pumps at the very bottom of the boots gave him a little boost as it was but on the inside it quite literally felt like you were wearing a pair of high heels.

• You were starting to wonder just how tall Kars really was. Hell, you were starting to wonder if he even passed Santana in height without these boots on!

• Your laughter fell short as a familiar, much smaller, hand reached up and grabbed your new body by the scarf. You were hauled down to meet the burning and intense gaze of your own eyes, Kars snarling right up into his own face.

• Jeeze, had your face always looked that red when you got angry before?

• "If you speak of this to ANYONE, I will spill each and every one of your own secrets to the others," he growled lowly, giving your voice an uncharacteristically harsh and grating tone. "Am I clear?"

• It took all you had inside not to call him "shortie" once things were finally back to the way they were and you both settled back into your own bodies.

• Despite your curiosity, your question on his exact height would never get answered.

• Kars knew how to put those arm blades to use better than you of course...

Esidisi:

• Oh boy... you have to be VERY careful piloting this one.

• And I mean the absolute definition of careful!

• When your consciousness ends up transfered into Esidisi's body, its no surprise that you feel very warm and fuzzy on the inside.

• It's almost a feeling akin to when you sit just a little too long in a bath that's a little too hot.

• Strangely, it was actually kind of a comforting feeling amongst this whole ordeal.

• However, if you're not careful with your emotions (warm and fuzzy feeling or not) than you might just accidentally end up burning a hole right through the Earth!

• Or worse... end up spraying scalding hot blood and flaying fleshy veins dripping with the stuff in all directions.

• Your core temperature has to constantly be monitored or you'll pay the price.

• It seems like even if you unfocus for one singular second, the Pillarman's entire body starts to smolder like a cake burning in an oven!

• Esidisi, on the other hand, is actually quite enjoying being in your body.

• He's having a much better time than you are for sure. In fact, he's laughing like this is nothing more than a game to him!

• You'll have to keep your eyes on him because he can't keep his (or rather, your) hands off your body.

• "Esidisi!" You barked, the Pillarman's voice was like the clap of thunder as it raised in octave; clearing the air with its power and inevitably startling you (again) even though you were the one wielding it. "Get your hands out of there, right now!"

• Your command was met with laughter, you watched as a wide grin stretched across your own face as Esidisi pried your hands off of your behind (for the 3rd time) and tucked them neatly into your pockets as he continued to giggle to himself.

• "I wasn't doing anything~" he purred, making your voice sound uncannily like a bad child playing innocent, acting wasn't just caught squeezing your cake.

• He was being to curious for his own good.

• That and the fact that he's taking enjoyment out of little ordinary Human things while piloting your body

• Things like feeling actual pain when skin is pinched or when hair is pulled seemed like it could entertain him for hours on end.

• If you don't keep a close eye on him and his shenanigans, you might just end up getting your body back all banged and bruised up if he goes too far with his fun.

• Fair enough, as he might just get his back half-burned into the ground or covered in blood...

Wamuu:

• Wamuu straight up does NOT have a good time dealing with suddenly being Human.

• The fact that it's your body he's in doesn't help that any either.

• 12/10 would NOT do again. 0 STARS!

• Wamuu, always a composed and calculating Warrior and tactician, was now in full panic mode.

• All his life he carried himself with pride, building his little ego off all his strengths and victories because of his status and his incredible unmatchable power.

• Now, with all of that ripped away from him, the Warrior felt too vulnerable and naked for his liking in this Human form.

• "Ow! OW!!!" Wamuu cried, eyes wide as your hands flew to your back. "Why does it hurt there? Do you always have pain like this?" Came the question, it was more than strange (and a little unsettling) to hear your own voice asking you that so desperately.

• "You get used to it." You replied, the deepness of the Pillarman's voice sending deep vibrations through the hardened chest as you spoke.

• "Why-- Why does this body feel so sluggish? I feel so inexplicably weary..." "I know. You get used to that too." "WHY IS EVERYTHING SORE?! WHY IS EVERYTHING CREAKING?!" "It's fine. That's normal."

• On the other hand, your mind suddenly being swapped into Wamuu's body isn't quite as bad as being in the others but... there are still some things to get used to.

• For one thing, it was hard to get used to simply walking around in it.

• Wamuu was so immensely big, muscular and heavy that you felt as if you were shaking the Earth with each step, causing you to lumber and stumble around with no grace to speak of.

• For another, a wirlwind just seemed to follow you wherever you went. It was honestly harder to control than it looked!

• When you wanted it to move one way, it went another. Wind blew up, wind blew down.

• You found yourself standing around, massive hands flying to the loincloth in an attempt to keep it from flinging up and showing too much.

• You wanted to spare least a shred of Wamuu's lost dignity while he wasn't piloting his own body after all.

• His horn is an entirely different matter.

• At one point the breeze blew too strong and the Pillarmen's signature headpiece suddenly flew right off his head and then... out sprang the horn.

• It shot 18 feet into the air, skewering two trees and drilling right through them like an overcharged power drill; a terrifying whir filling the air as chunks of wood flayed in every direction.

• The entire time you screamed in terror (you had no idea Wamuu's voice could go so high until that moment), slicing through an entire plot of trees as Wamuu yelled for you to put it away before it went for something breathing... like your own body that he was currently inhabiting.

• In the end, the relief you both feel to be back in your own bodies once the entire mess is fixed is immeasurable.

• You also both agree to never speak of the experience again for as long as you live.

Santana:

• Much like Kars, Santana is more unimpressed about the whole thing rather than upset or worried.

• Apart from you of course, Santana just barely tolerated Humans (or Primitives as he liked to call them) as it was.

• He often spoke about how fragile and flawed your kind was, honestly the defenselessness of a Human was laughable in his eyes.

• Therefore, he absolutely does NOT like suddenly being reduced to one, even if it is your body.

• The entire time he's practically pouting, the very definition of apathetic, grumbling to himself and following close behind as you tried to chase down the person responsible for the swap.

• "This form is... limiting." Came the low growl, each word sounding so very unlike you despite the fact it was your voice he was using. Santana practically spat as he kept talking, "Flawed. Primal. Defenseless."

• You were handling things admittedly better than Santana but it was still more than overwhelming.

• For one thing, you'll come to find that Santana's senses are extremely heightened.

• You never realized how very unbelieveably strong a sense of smell, taste and hearing could be until now.

• You could smell animals that had passed through the area nearly a fortnight ago just by putting your nose to the air. You could hear the thumping of your own heart from where it sat back in your own chest as Santana followed close at your heels.

• For another thing... Santana's body felt... odd.

• It was a strange and indescribable feeling; it was best put as you felt like a substance that constantly balanced between solid and liquid.

• How on Earth could he stand being a living mass of puddy and sharp deadly bones all the time?!

• As Santana kept grumbling about how very imperfect his new form was, your only hope was to give him that huge bag of gummy bears you had been saving in your bag for later to snack on.

• It would give you a moment of silence to think straight. However, if Santana was himself that would've been a good idea but in this case... not so much.

• "What's wrong?" You questioned, the Pillarman's gravely voice holding a different tone than you were used to as you used it, studying him.

• Santana had suddenly stopped following and was now slumped over, clutching at your stomach. A low whine surfaced, almost a sob, as he spoke through clenched teeth.

• "Do.... not.... feel..... good." Came the whimper. You came rushing to his side, your temorary body dwarfing your real one as you pulled Santana close to see if he had somehow gotten hurt.

• "What--" the question fell short as you spied the now very empty bag of gummy bears laying nearby.

• That bag had been huge, filled to the brim with bright and colourful gushy candy... and Santana had eaten ALL of them.

• It was that day that Santana found out that a Humans biggest flaw was that too much sugar made them sick.

• Good luck with enjoying getting your body back when the time comes as you now suspected you would spend your time kneeled over a bucket with a hot water bottle instead of celebrating...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #pillarmen headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #anon ask #my writing

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zyettemoon1800 · 3 years

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Yandere Pillar men x reader who doesn't want their baby

A/N: What would happen if the pillar men made their mate have a baby that they didn't want and their mate didn't want anything to do with the baby. Like they won't breastfeed, look, talk, or hold the baby.

WARNING!!!! :Forced pregnancy, slight child neglect , abuse(On wamuu's part), Suicide attempt (santana's part) This is kinda sad and depressing, so I'm sorry in advance. My next few posts will be wholesome

Kars

He will not tolerate any disrespect to his newborn even if you are the mother. During your pregnancy, he tolerated you not wanting to touch your stomach or look at it, but he thought that after the little one was born, you would have changed. oh boy was he wrong.

When he held up the baby for you to look at them and for the new baby to feed on your milk, you closed your eyes and turned your head and body away from the two of them. "You dare turn your body away from me and our child? The life we made together." "You wanted the baby, I didn't." You said as tears stream down your face.

If he was actually kind to you and didn't force you to have a baby, then maybe, just maybe, you would be a little happier about the situation.

As you wish, you could just slip into a deep sleep, he grabbed you with his free hand and turned you to face him. You kept your eyes closed as you didn't want to look at both of them. It was silent and you didn't hear him say or do anything as he put his hand on your head and then everything went black.

He didn't kill, you made you pass out for a little bit while he could let his little one have their milk in peace. He was very disappointed in you, but he knows you will come around sooner or later. Even if he has to make you pass out every time until you understand.

Esidisi

He was in tears when you refuse to hold the life you two created. He tried to put the baby into your arms only for you to move away from him. " Darling... the baby needs their mother." He said as the baby started to cry. "I will not hold that thing. I didn't want it." You said moving further away from him.

This only sent him into a silent rage. He put the wailing infant on the bed and started to walk slowly towards you. He understands maybe you weren't prepared for a baby, but this was the ultimate gift for both of your love. You should be happy that someone like him decided to give you his seed.

As he walked towards you he showed his boiling veins as they leaked a small amount of blood. This was the only way he could get you to do as he said. He wrapped the veins around your arm and raised his temperature, it wasn't hot enough to burn your skin off, but it is going to leave a nasty mark. He told you that you are going to take care and love the baby either you like it or not.

He pulled you back to where the baby laid still crying as he forced you to sit by the baby. He picked up the baby and put them in your arms. You didn't even want to look at the small bundle in your arms. You had a plan to escape from this hell hole, but now there is no way away you are leaving now.

Wamuu

He was heartbroken that you didn't want the baby, but he also understood that you were not totally prepared for one either. However, he expected you to at least warm up to the baby a little bit by now. "Y/n the baby is hungry again." He said holding the whining infant as they made grabby hands at you. "Then I guess YOU should feed them." You said not even glance away from your book. He sighed as he goes to a shelf and grabs a bottle he already had prepared and gave it to the baby.

This can not continue. A baby needs a mother and a father to have a good balance relationship. And he is the only one who is putting his energy into the little. Since they were born, he has done everything, hell, he even named the little one. You haven't touched or held the baby and Wamuu refuses to force you hold the baby because he is scared that you would drop the baby on purpose or something.

He has address his concerns to Kars, who just told him to beat you into submission...but surely he couldn't do that. Not to his beloved mate. Well...he thought he couldn't at least, but that all chanced one day.

He was out training near the house and he left the baby in their crib because he knew even though you didn't want them, you wouldn't harm them in the slightest. That's what he thought anyways...

As he was training, he heard a blood curdling scream from the baby. Thinking the worse had happen, he ran quickly into the house and up the stairs, only to find you sleeping peaceful and the baby on the floor near their crib with a bruise forming on their head. He quickly picked them up and went to Kars so he could give them a check up to make sure nothing was broken or injured.

While Kars was busy while the wailing infant, Wamuu marched back down to the room and roughly woke you up. You could barely understand what he was saying as he yelled and shook you, but what you could understand is that the baby fell from the crib. You rolled your eyes as you tried to stand your ground by telling him that, that had nothing to do with you and if he was really concern for that baby's health, then he would have took them outside with them.

That's when he snapped. He slapped you hard across the face making you fall to the ground, holding your bloody cheek. You tried to get away from him, but he grabbed your foot and dragged you back to him. He then continued to slap and hit you while he degraded you into a bloody mess. After about five minutes, he stopped and lifted you off the ground and onto the bed.

As he was cleaning you off, he told you that if you didn't start caring or at least acting like you far for the life you both have created he would beat you even worse. From that day on, he made you hold and feed the baby while he was around. Kars was proud of him because he was finally acting like an adult, but Wamuu was the least happy about it. He was upset that he went that far on you...but at least he was getting the happy family he wanted right...

Santana

He sighed as he looked at you sitting motionless by a window. That's where you would always be. Every since you both find out that you were going to have a baby. Santana was very excited about because he was going to have something none of the other pillar men had and because he was curious about the baby would look. Would they have his horns or rib bones? Would they be able to understand stuff easily like him? Who's hair or eye color would they have? Some many question filled his mind as he thought about your child.

However you were far from excited. You barely liked him, you weren't ready for a child or anything for that matter. You tried to tell him how you felt about it, but he didn't care. "No...y-you are having a b-baby." He told you as you tried to voice your opinion for the fifth time today.

Your pregnancy was anything but smooth. Santana was trying a please you as much as he could, but you were being very stubborn. Any food that he brought you, you would just put into the trash can as soon as he left. He didn't even catch on to this until he saw how skinny and fragile you were becoming. Not wanting you to be to stressed, he scowled you lightly as he brought you some more food, but this time he fed into you, which was another battle. However as you were getting closer to your due date, it got harder and harder to fight against him...so you didn't. You let him feed you, help you around, and even cuddle you. Santana was very happy. He thought you were finally seeing it his way. Oh but how wrong was he.

As soon as the baby was born you did not want to look or hold them. The only thing you did was put your hands over your ears to try and drown out the cries of the little one. You did this until you passed out. This is when santana let the baby nurse from you. This was the only time the baby could nurse in peace. Many times Santana would have to knock you out so the baby could feed in peace without listening to your high pitch cries.

Even though he could see it, all of this was taken a tole on you mental and physically. One day, as Santana was out hunting you slowly went to the window and sat down by it. It's been so long since you have been outside that you almost for forgot what it look like....what it felt like. You opened the window, feeling the light breeze on your face. You could almost feel the sun on your skin, you wanted to feel it again. You wanted peace and happiness and you were intending to get it. You through your legs over the side of the window along with the rest of your body. As you were falling, you couldn't help but smile as you thought you were finally free. However that thought was short lived as you feel right into the arms of your "mate".

He didn't say anything as he walked you back up stairs as you also stayed silent. If he knew that this was the kind of reaction you were going to have from doing what your body is designed to do, he would have waited til you were fully submissive or at least until you accepted him as he mate.

He didn't hit or yell at you, he just out you in the bed and kissed you on your cheek. You are not the one he fell in love with a year ago. You are only the shell of them, but don't worry. He intends on making things right. He will make sure his family is happy...no matter what.

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nnightskiess · 4 years

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r e q u e s t : Hi ! How are you ? I’m so sad as to what happened with Naya she was a huge inspiration in my life and It hit me really bad But I want to ask for an imagine where you are Santana’s little sister and you come in to join the glee club and you’re better then Rachel and she starts saying stuff but you pop off on her and Santana backs you up?? If you can, sorry if it doesn’t make sense

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Y/N sat cross-legged on a chair in the back row, texting one of her friends to try and pass the time. Mr. Schuester was late, as always. Her older sister, Santana, walked in with Brittany close behind her. They sat down in the chairs in front of Y/N and turned around to the younger Lopez to engage her in their conversation.

Their conversation was cut short when a loud clap of hands and an exciting yelp, coming from no other than Rachel Berry, interrupted them. Santana immediately rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to say something stupid again.

“You guys, I have amazing news!”

Y/N groaned loudly, knowing whatever Rachel had to say would probably only have interest to Rachel herself.

“I just made up my mind on what song I’ll be singing for regionals.” She went to stand in front of the group. If she had paid close attention, she’d seen that not all of them were pleased with her statement.

“What you’ll be singing?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow when Rachel stared at her for a few seconds. “We can all sing, we’re not your ensamble.”

“Didn’t you see how much everyone loved my solo at sectionals?! I want... I mean, we want that same standing ovation for regionals!”

“Oh, hell no.”

Puck cleared his throat, looking between Y/N and Rachel. “I kind of think Little-Lopez has a point.”

“Yeah, why can’t someone else get a solo this time? Sure, you’re an amazing singer but maybe you should give someone else a... chance... for once?” Artie tried to reason with her but his voice slowly died down after seeing Rachel’s disappointed expression.

The girl looked at Y/N for a split second only to see her with her arms crossed and a sneer on her face.

“So I’m taking you guys don’t want to win regionals then? Because we won’t if we’re changing our obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan.” She took a deep breath and scribbled the name of the song down on the whiteboard- Always Starting Over from the musical If/Then.

“Listen here, Berry.” Y/N cocked her head to one side, “That obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan of yours makes us look like your jazz hands, dancing oompa loompa’s who are just there to try and make you look better. Well, Willy Wonka, get this- I’m done being your background furniture that you picked up along the road just because we were free to take and have piss stains all over us.”

Santana whistled proudly at the insult her younger sister had just thrown at Rachel and it earned a few hums of approval from some of the other Glee club members.

Rachel was taken back for a few seconds but regained herself and cleared her throat, “Did you forget the cheering I got after my part? Why can’t you see that that’s exactly what we need to win regionals as well?”

“Ptchh, you should get your facts checked because they weren’t cheering for you. We all know I’m the better singer out of the two of us.”

Santana crossed her arms and gave Rachel a smirk, knowing who had won this argument. Everyone knew that the sassiness that ran in the Lopez family wasn’t only given to Santana. When it came to that, the two sisters were basically carbon copies of each other.

“That is so out of line! You talk the talk but when it comes to the performance you don’t walk the walk.” Rachel pointed a finger at the younger Lopez sibling and Y/N shot up, her fists balled up in rage. She was about to lounge at Rachel until Mr. Schue walked in.

“What is happening, guys?”

“Y/N is throwing a spanner in the works of our way to end up on top at regionals.”

Mr. Schue put his bag down onto the piano and eyed the younger girl for a few seconds, silently asking her for an explanation.

Santana rolled her eyes, “Hardiharhar, don’t be so dramatic. Y/N just expressed her displeasure and put her in her place- the lowest of the low in the hierarchy, where she belongs.” She shrugged.

“Santana.” Was all that Mr. Schuester said before turning to Rachel, who pointed to the song written down on the whiteboard.

“I’ve practiced this song for months and I think regionals is the right moment to finally sing it and show them what I got.”

He nodded, “Wow, If/Then is a great musical. Are you sure you can handle this song?”

Rachel nodded enthusiastically.

“Very well then!” He turned to the group, “I think we just found our first song for regionals.” He smiled his goofy smile. Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other before rolling their eyes while Quinn sighed and sank into her chair.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows again and shook her head in disbelief, hoping she didn’t just hear him say that.

“Um...hello?” She waved her arms around until Mr. Schue looked at her. “Okay, good! You do see us! For a second I thought you completely forgot about the rest of us existing.”

Mr. Schue sighed and looked down before eyeing his students, “Listen, I know everyone here works very hard, and each of you has an amazing and unique voice, but for now I think that we should just let Rachel sing the solo at regionals. However, that doesn’t mean that I render any of you unworthy of taking the lead another time. You will all get to sing a part in the second song, I promise.”

“How’s that fair? We didn’t even get a chance to tell you what we would like to sing or show you what we got.” Mercedes spoke up.

“Rachel practices every day. She deserves to sing.” Finn shrugged.

“No one asked you, Finn.” Y/N shot at the boy, who widened his eyes in response. “You don’t have a leg to stand on in this discussion, we all know you will probably get the male lead.”

Y/N then turned back to Mr. Schue. “Everyone knows Rachel is your favourite and I’m sick of it. You treat her like she’s the best thing since sliced bread.”

“That’s not true. I don’t do favourites.”

“Yes, you do. You clearly favourite that vest because it’s all you’ve been wearing for the past two weeks.” Santana shrugged.

Mr. Schuester rubbed his temple. Having to deal with not only one, but two Lopez girls was making him age faster. Especially at times when they let their minds run rampant.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I signed up for Glee club, not for ‘Sing-And-Smile-In-The-Background-Of-The-Rachel-Berry-Show’ club. Half the time, we’re not even on stage during her songs.”

“Wait, does that club exist?” Brittany mumbled under her breath.

“Guys, when have I ever steered you wrong? Please, trust me on this.” Mr. Schuester placed his hand on his heart.

“I think you’re just jealous.” Rachel’s tone was challenging as she sat down next to Finn.

Y/N shot up again.

“Yes, you might know how to sing, but you’ll never be able to leave the audience as impressed as I ever will.”

Santana now shot up as well.

“Qué acabas de decirme?” (What did you just say to me?)

Both girls made a move to lounge at Rachel but Quinn, Mike and Sam held them back. They struggled to do so while Y/N threw all the Spanish insults she knew at the girl in front of her.

“Enough!” Mr. Schuester tried but his voice didn’t stand out in the chaotic yelling. He sighed before clearing his throat.

“I want you both out.” He directed to the two sisters.

“Now!”

Everyone fell silent and it seemed to do the trick. Y/N slowly turned to him. Mr. Schue had a stern look on his face while he glared at the siblings. He kept pointing at the door.

“Fine.” Y/N grabbed her backpack, waited for Santana to dust herself off and grab her belongings too.

“You know what? I could use a break.” Santana huffed as both of them walked out of the room. Their heads held high, no dignity lost over what just happened.

They walked to the football bleachers where Santana immediately lit up a sigaret.

“Do you think he kicked us out... permanently?”

It was times like these, when it was only the two of them, where Y/N still depended on her older sister.

“Maybe.” Santana shrugged her shoulders, “If he can’t appreciate having you in the club then that’s his loss.”

Santana gave Y/N a playful nudge with her shoulder when the younger Lopez still seemed deep in thought. Y/N looked up to see Santana’s soft smile and she immediately sent her a goofy smile back.

“They can’t go to regionals without us. And if they do find a way, we’ll just have to start our own Glee club, huh?” She smirked. “I’m sure it won’t take long before Mercedes is sick of it as well.” She comforted her little sister.

“Yeah, but what will we do in the meantime?”

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, wanting Y/N to elaborate.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this- but I actually really like Glee club and I was pretty excited for regionals.”

Santana nodded, “I know you do. I can see it in your eyes when you sing.” She took another drag of her sigaret. “Between you and me, I enjoy singing in Glee club as well.”

Y/N nodded softly and brought her legs close to her body so she could let her chin rest on her knees.

“San?”

Her sister hummed in return.

“Was Rachel right?” She looked up at Santana, “Am I really not giving that good of a performance?”

“Baby, no.” Santana gave her a stern look, telling her not to go there. “You might’ve only done one couplet by yourself so far... but even in the songs where you sing background vocals, you manage to outshine the rest.”

“But there must be a reason why I haven’t got the chance to lead a song yet.”

“Yup. And that reason is Rachel, dwarf, Berry.” Santana shrugged. “You know I’d tell you if you sucked.”

Y/N laughed at that, Santana so would.

“If Mr. Schue isn’t letting us show him what we got, then we have to come up with another way to get through that head of his how capable you are of leading a song.”

Santana suddenly stood up, put out her sigaret with her shoe and motioned for Y/N to take her hand.

It was a few days later and neither Santana or Y/N had attended Glee club after what happened on Monday. Rachel had made herself very clear to Y/N that she was very disappointed in her since Y/N’s jealousy caused the club to not be able to partake in regionals. Brittany had tried convince the two girls to join Glee club again with a clumsily, selfmade powerpoint and even Finn had kindly asked them to reconsider going back. But they simply couldn’t, at least not just yet.

But now that it was Friday, everything was ready to go.

The two Lopez girls decided to wait a few minutes until everyone was present before they walked into the room. Mr. Schue stopped talking and turned around, a disappointed look on his face.

“We’re not here for a pity-party and we’re definitely not walking in with our tails tucked between our legs,” Santana started as a few band members shyly shuffled their way into the room, instruments in hand.

“We just want to show you that we are fully capable of leading a song.” Y/N spoke as she shoo’d everyone to the side.

“Hit it.”

[glee performance of tina turner’s ‘river deep, mountain high’, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82lYMlXB-fI ]

Rachel seemed unsettled during the performance, clearly noticing how everyone else was enjoying the two sisters sing. Mr. Schue, who had seem hesitant at first, was now visibly entertained and impressed and had already long forgotten what happened a few days earlier. Rachel sunk further into her seat when she noticed that.

Everyone knew the Lopez girls both had beautiful voices, but that they would sound so well together was news to them all. Mr. Schue now realised what a shame it was that he had never explored letting different kids sing together, and that all his attention had always been on the same people.

What topped the performance off, was the excitement in the sisters’ eyes. They were clearly having fun with the song and their minds seemed to have no memory of why they originally decided to perform. It was just them and the music they danced and sang along to.

But when the band played the last melodies, they suddenly seemed to remember and turned back around to the group with proud smirks on their faces.

On the last note, Santana held her hand up for her sister to high five.

Everyone started clapping and Mr. Schuester stood up, walking up to them.

“Ladies! That was fantastic!” He gave Y/N a pat on her shoulder. “Now that is how you sing a song! Well done!”

Rachel silently clapped along. She would never say out loud how much she had enjoyed their performance.

“I’m sorry, Rachel, but now that I’ve seen this-” Mr. Schue rubbed his chin, “I want to try a different approach at regionals. This is what will get the crowd’s attention!”

He turned to Rachel, an apologetic look on his face, “Do you mind giving your solo to Santana and Y/N?”

Rachel shrugged absentmindedly, trying to make it seem like she didn’t care, “It’s healthy to have some competition. It will push me to become a better performer.”

Mr. Schue nodded and turned back to the Lopez girls.

“Congratulations, you two. It’s yours!”

Everyone clapped again until Santana spoke up.

“No, no, no. I’m backing out.”

“W-why?” Confusion was written all over Mr. Schue’s face. “I thought it’s what you two wanted?"

“What I wanted was for you to realise that there are other people capable of leading a performance.” She turned to her sister, who had been confused at Santana’s decision up until now. “People like Y/N, for example. You take it. I know you can do it without me.”

Y/N tried to convince her otherwise, “But you’ve never had a solo either! We should-”

“Uh, uh.” Santana waved her finger, “I want you to take it.”

The two had a little face off for a few seconds, it was their way of talking to each other without words. Santana cocked her head to the side, knowing Y/N was about to give in.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

Santana smiled widely, grabbed her sister and planted a kiss on her head.

“I’ll always back you up.”

She winked at Y/N before the two of them went to sit down, ready for today’s Glee club.

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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years

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Kars x Pillar Man!Reader: Beautiful Boy

“Take it away! Take it away! I don’t want to see...!”

The way your friend mourned, you would have thought the baby had been born dead. Her wailing was just as loud as his.

“You have to stay calm.” hummed the medicine maker to your friend. “He’s still attached.”

“He’s defective!” She screamed, red staining the birthing cloth below her that your father had made.

“Be still...”

“He’s defective! He’s deformed!”

This was wrong. Birth was supposed to be exciting. A rare opportunity for your species to give life to a being made by two mated pillar people deeply in love with one another. The second birth of the tribe was just as anticipated as the first. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion.

It wasn’t supposed to be this painful.

All you could do was hold the infant to your chest, this squalling pink creature only a few minutes old and swaddled in skins, as Sepultura screamed from where she was kneeling. The medicine maker had to remove the organ that attached the child to her, even after birth the baby would continue to absorb her flesh from the inside with this particular organ. Any pillar woman would have let her child absorb the energy from her body a few extra minutes or even hours to let the child grow stronger, but the moment Sepultura’s child emerged bathed in the melted parts he took from her, he screamed bloody murder and sealed his fate. The extraction of the organ was brutal, the wise old medicine maker emerged with crimson coating his arm up to the elbow. Because you were so curious about infants and how they were born he had agreed to let you stay with your friend as she labored, and as he worked he explained to you what was happening.

Now, you wished with all your might he would shut up.

“Crying means he will have a stunted growth, the infant is too weak to live...” Eisidisi whispered in your ear as he cleaned his hand on an animal skin.

“Why?”

“Look at his neck there. The cord binding him to his mother was strangling him up until the moment he emerged. If he wanted to survive, he had to continuously take from her. It was enough that he lived through the birth. I’ve shown you what normal infants look like, you helped deliver Whamuu and saw how big and silent he was and how strong when he clung to you. For this one to get to that point he’d need to feed far longer. Your friend... She’s far too weak to give any more. This infant will be lucky to find anyone willing to let him feed from them.”

But how was he any less than the other child you helped to deliver? To you, this one was just as perfect. There was a soft dusting of your friend’s fine red strands on the soft crown of his head, little fingers and toes spreading like stars as you cradled him in your arms, even the way he opened his mouth to cry was absolutely fascinating. It wasn’t wrong to you. There was no reason for Eisidisi or Sepultura to recoil from him as though he was a disease ridden member of the Others.

“What do we do with him now?” You asked innocently.

The way he looked at you, you knew you wouldn’t like the answer.

“I need to take him to the altar.” was his gentle reply.

“Why?!”

You sounded like a child because you knew there was only one altar anyone ever talked about. Desperate, high pitched whining, wondering why the little one couldn’t just be left be. It might have sounded to the uneducated that you were totally naive to the ways of life in the tribe, and to the uneducated outside observer they would be surprised (and a bit pleased) to find out they were right. But not for the reasons one might expect. For an artisan, someone as low on the caste as you, matters of procreation and intimacy were withheld purposefully. Even though you were mated, the knowledge of reproduction was shrouded in mystery. Why allow you to add unnecessary mouths to feed to the tribe when already there were plenty? Such was the case regarding your match. Kars had it in his favor that he detested procreation of any kind, he kept you appeased with the most minimal of affections and nothing more.

There was also the rule among the tribe to keep the numbers in check: If you should desire to add to your hearth, a member of your family had to die. Kars wasn’t an artisan, but any offspring would theoretically be trained to take the place of one of the artisans in your caste, just as you were born to take over your grandfather’s role of carving the tribe’s stone death masks of the ancestors. Your father had his place among the weavers, your mother was the armorer, there would be no place for your offspring unless one of your parents willingly gave their life. It wouldn’t be logical to have a child for the sake of having a child.

But hadn’t this infant been given a role? Sepultura and Megadeth had already buried one of theirs, you helped dress Sepultura’s mother for her funeral, the old priestess named Opeth weeping with joy to be reunited with her mate and wishing her grandchild a long and happy life. You yourself made Opeth’s death mask, even helped Megadeth place it over Sepultura’s face as she labored.

The child even had a name... His grandmother had whispered it in your ear, and you had intended to name the child when it was presented to your dear friend.

“... Santana...” you whispered to Eisidisi.

He looked at you curiously, brown skin capturing the glow of the tallow lamps as Megadeth rushed to the side of his screaming mate, holding her tightly and hushing her as she screamed that her offspring was trying to kill her.

“Opeth named him. Before the sun took her.” You murmured. “It was her mate’s name. He’s supposed to be Santana...”

A large hand dwarfed your head, smoothing down your locks of disheveled hair away from your horns as hot tears dripped down on the quieting infant. The baby, Santana, wore himself out with crying and had stopped to open his crimson eyes, training on you and reaching out as though you were his parent. You cried ever so quietly, Eisidisi ushering you from the hearth as he attempted to soothe the distraught mother and her equally broken mate.

Obediently your legs took you through the tunnels and into the familiar surroundings of the sunfasting antechamber. During the glow of the moonlight, it looked peaceful. The air from above provided a cool breeze that whistled softly through the tunnels, sounding as though it was singing, and as you placed Santana gently on the altar where months before you and Kars sat, you knew you were doing something horribly wrong. Santana was calmer now. Drenched in tears and remnants of rusting blood, he cooed delicately at you. His lips formed a smile as he reached out to touch your calloused hands. Such a beautiful thing to see, but it broke your heart to know that you had to leave him here.

They’d know if you tried to save his life, and they’d kill both of you. Kars would certainly volunteer to do it himself. There was no hope for the infant except to return him to the sun, that his parents might try again for the normal, strong child that Opeth sacrificed for.

It must have been a long time you were gone for your mate to come looking for you. When he found you standing at the altar with Santana, he was unusually quiet. His steps towards you were tender, his touch soft as he enveloped you in his arms.

“It’s not fair...” you told Kars.

“I know.” he murmured into your ear.

“It’s not fair... just because he cried when he was born.... just because Sepultura’s cord was strangling him, he has to die for something that wasn’t his fault to begin with. It’s not fair. Why... why can’t they just let him feed and grow stronger? What if from an evolutionary standpoint he’s got so much more to give than his parents ever will? Would they be sorry then? Would Eisidisi feel ashamed for encouraging me to leave him here to die?”

When you looked up at your mate, bitter tears dribbling down your cheeks, you noticed he was looking at the child strangely. He reached out a gargantuan hand, dwarfing the child’s little foot as he stroked it thoughtfully.

“Perhaps...” he murmured. “It would be a shame, wouldn’t it? To be so wasteful. Negligent in evolutionary potential.”

This wasn’t like him, but you only cared that for once in your life, your mate was agreeing wholeheartedly with what you said.

For the first time since this birth things looked hopeful. The expression on Kars’ face meant he was plotting, as he usually did, and you hoped whatever it was that it would work in any way that allowed Santana to live.

Santana... sweet, beautiful little Santana.

In a moment of weakness, you wished Sepultura would be brought to justice for violently rejecting her son, unaware that in a short amount of time your wish would come true.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure battle tendency #jjba kars #kars #kars jojo #eisidisi #eisidisi jojo #jjba eisidisi #santana #kars x reader #jjba santana #santana jojo #baby #tw birth #tw gore #pillar men #pillar man #pillar man!reader

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Beast Choices Chapter#5 Sister Promise (Special Part 2)

★-†Before starting this chapter, I'll recommend you to have any snack with you because this chapter is going for long, without nothing more to say.. Enjoy the Chapter!†-★

The Next Day

Pacopolis Airport 6:00 am

All the Spheros family with the Plizetxki sisters taked a Plane to Pac Mexico

They, except by Rotunda.

During the travel Stratos had to sit next to Yeena where both meet eachother.

Stratos: So... You're Muriel's Older Sister?

Yeena: That's right, Yeena Plizetxki

Stratos: Stratos Spheros... Uhm for how Long time you didn't saw your sister?...

Yeena: i don't remember so well.. i kinda think 5 or 6 years but we were still in contact.

Stratos: Wow.. that's too long time.

Yeena: I Know we both had to focus in our own careers, we both have doctorates, me on medicine and she in psychology.

Stratos: so, you're a doctor in medicine?

Yeena: That's right.

Stratos: How many lifes did you saved?

Yeena: Hmm.. interesting question.. I saved 10 Pac persons in total, it's not much but I'm satisfied with that.

Stratos: You sound like a really Good Doctor.

Yeena: I'm not a perfect doctor because I didn't managed to save at least 5 Pac persons, I know it's less but I'm not happy for it because of how much the families of the deceased suffers for them.

Stratos: That most be frustrating and hard for you, did ya?

Yeena: It is, for it I'm always trying hard in doing my best in my work to save more lifes.

Stratos: That's really good.

Yeena: And tell me about you?

Stratos: Well I'm actually working as officiant in a company

Yeena; That sounds good, good luck with that, maybe you can be a good president for Pacopolis.

Some Hours of Travel Later..

Pac Mexico City/CDMX

12:02 PM

The Family have finally arrived in PacMexico city airport and then taked 2 Taxis (Stratos, Rotunda and Santana in one, Betrayus, Muriel and Yeena and other) to the hotel where they would stay, all of them were so tired of the travel.

Muriel: Dude I'm Hungry...

Betrayus: You too, Mury?

Yeena: Yeah.. I'm Hungry too...

Stratos: what if we go to dinner, the Hotel has an international food banquet at this hour.

Rotunda: Ohh~♪ in that case, for me it's fine, let's go Stratos.

Stratos: Yes Mom

*Both leave*

Betrayus:*mocks* Ohh~♪ Yes Mom I'll go with you~

Santana:*chuckles* Betrayus!

Muriel: Admit it.. it's funny hehehe..

Yeena: hehehe what we are laughing for?

B&M: Nothing~...

Yeena: uhh.. okay?

After the dinner the group went to rest to their respective rooms by couples: Rotunda and Stratos, Betrayus and Muriel and Yeena and Santana.

Pac Mexico City

8:25 pm

Room 69

Yeena: Are you Serious Muriel!? Oh my gosh I feel so honored!...

Muriel: Yep Girl, this is more special because you always where there for me and never gave me the back as my father and Yoona,so tell me.. would you accept to be my godmother?

Yeena: Y-Yes!! Thank you Muriel!

Muriel: No Yeena, Thank you very much for all you did for me.

Yeena; *sobs of Happiness* Muriel.. I love you.

Muriel:*hugs Yeena* and I love you too Yeena.

Santana:*sniff* you girls are so touching~

Muriel: Heheh what can I said? Yeena was always being the emotional one.

Yeena: and you the rude Muriel.

Santana: Awww...

The night passed out..

The next day, The group taked different Taxis to Xochimilco, The girls where in the same taxi with Roxy preparing Muriel for the wedding.

Roxy: and Done~, girl estás que ardes~.

Santana: I agree with you girl

Muriel: Thank you Roxy.

Yeena: What did she said?

Roxy: Oh sorry, I said girl you're in fire but in Spanish.

Yeena: Oh I see, sorry I just speak English and Korean.

Roxy: understandable.

Muriel: oh gosh.. Thank you girls.. I'm so excited but I'm nervous too.

Santana: Don't worry, just be yourself, my brother likes you as you are.

Muriel: I know.. it's just..

Suddenly Muriel's hand was trembling and becoming fluffy, Yeena noticed that and holed up her hand to comfort her as well covering her hand.

Muriel:*whispers* thanks Yeena..

Yeena:*whispers as well* you're welcome..

The taxi finally arrived to the place.

Roxy: And we arrived first than the boys!

M&S: Oh Yuss Girl!

Yeena: Excuse me.. Ms Taxi girl.

Roxy: Roxy, at your service.

Yeena: Ms Roxy, is there a restroom around here?

Roxy: it's in front here.

Yeena: Alright, thanks Roxy.

Santana: where are you going?

Yeena:.. I need to speak with my sister in private

Santana: Oh, okay

Muriel: Where are we goi-

Yeena Quickly taked Muriel to the restroom, she seemed so nervous and worried for her sister.

Muriel: Yeena.. what's wrong?..

Yeena: Muriel.. please take this.. *she said while she was holding a peace brazalet*

Muriel: a Peace Brazalet?, For what...

Yeena: too avoid that you can't transform into.. you know..you don't want to scare your future husband, did you?.

Muriel: Hehehe, what are you saying? My lover knows about my secret.

Yeena: W-What!? Oh no no this is bad?

Muriel: Bad for what? He accepts me with all and puppy, even so.. he has a secret like us but I can't tell you exactly what it is.

Yeena: Well... that's so good to hear but surely others would surely be afraid of you.

Muriel: Yeena, do you actually think that I can't lost control and transform into the puppy?...

Yeena: Well yes, I'm afraid that if they know about that would surely kill you as many did it with our race..

Muriel: Uhuh... And?

Yeena: And... And..I don't want to lose you, Muriel! You're the only thing I have of.. mother.. *sobs* Oh Muriel.. you're all her....

Muriel:*sighs* Yeena.. *Hugs her* you're all for me too, but you're underestimating me.. I know you want to.. take care of me and you have no idea about how much I appreciate that..but I can take care of myself without or with the puppy inside me... That's all thanks to my psychological career and most special.. you.

Yeena: Muriel.. but aren't you nervous?

Muriel: I Know I'm nervous but having you with me and knowing I choosed the best person for me comforts me a lot.. so don't worry I'll be okay

Yeena: Promise me you will be okay..

Muriel: I'll promise Yeena.

After that promise, Betrayus and his brother and mother have finally arrived, Betrayus saw Muriel went out the restroom completely brilliant with her black wedding dress and holding a lot of red roses.

Rotunda: Agh, black? You're wrong, this is your wedding not a Halloween party..

Yeena: Hey! How dare yo-

Muriel: Calm down Yeena, I'll take care of this,.. indeed is our wedding not yours, and as our wedding we can dress as we like if we want it.

Betrayus: OHHHHHHHH!!

Roxy: UUUUUUYYY!!!

Muriel: Oh my..

Rotunda: How Dare you!?

Stratos: Hey!!.

Santana: Admit it Brother.. Muriel is right, behave yourself Mom this is the wedding of one of your children so please I recommend you to be respectful.

Rotunda: Santana! I am your mother, you have no rights to speak with me in that tone.

Santana: and you have no rights to judge my Brother and his Bride in their wedding, or you stay with us and be respectful or you can go back to the hotel.

Rotunda:...hmp.. Fine.

Roxy: Alright Toxic Family, let's go!.

The Group went to the trajinera and Roxy started driving while she was Telling them legends about Xochimilco, to then after a long ride around the lake, they stopped in the Creepy Doll Island, There was a sorcerer waiting for them

Stratos; Wait a Minute... From what religion is this guy.

Sorcerer: A Satanist one

Rotunda: What!?.

Sorcerer: Just Kidding.. uhum

Betrayus and Muriel walked together in front the sorcerer waiting for the prayers.

Sorcerer: Ladies and gentlemen.. we are reunited here to unite this 2 souls in marriage... Before starting this is there anyone who wants to avoid the union of this souls, speak now or shut up forever.

Rotunda: Me!

Stratos: Mom!!

Y, S & R: Ugh.. Sit Down old Lady!!

Sorcerer: Well.. uhum Betrayus Spheros, do you accept Muriel Plizetxki as you wife and love her, in the health and the illness until the death.

Betrayus: with all my heart and for all she did for me... She is the woman who make me get up..for being there were almost no one was for me, For it.. I Do.

Sorcerer: Muriel Plizetxki, do you accept Betrayus Spheros as your Husband and love him, in the health and the illness until the death.

Muriel: My First and number 1 patient, for accepting me in your heart and make me get up too, because our imperfections make us unperfectedly perfect.. I do.

Sorcerer: perfect, with the blessing of the Moon.. I declare you Husband and Wife, you can kiss the bride now.

Betrayus and Muriel selled their union with a Kiss while the others (except Rotunda) where clapping completely happy for them, after that Muriel threw the flowers and surprisely it was catched... By a Squirrel.

Muriel: Well at least the squirrel will be happy.

Betrayus: That's something good~.

Santana: Dank Squirrel....

After many hours of party and that Yeena ended falling in the lake but she was fine because she can swim,

and a lot of drinks, the wedding finished and the group went back to the hotel, all of them completely drunk except for Rotunda which went to a room alone, Betrayus and Muriel went to their room to start the fun while the rest.. Uhh..

Well Stratos went to Santana and Yeena's Room, Yeena was the only one there, both were so drunk so they started their fun too.. Santana was still in the Taxi with Roxy, both where drunk.

Santana: Hehehe it was fun..

Roxy: Heheheh are you sure you don't want to go to your room?..

Santana: Heheheh no.. I want to stay with you~ *Kisses Roxy*

Roxy: Hmmm~ Good girl~

And yes they have their fun too, don't ask how.

2 Days later, Yeena went back to Pac Korea, Santana went to work in Pac Tokyo, Betrayus, Stratos, Rotunda and Muriel went back to Pac USA to Continue their lifes, Specially the couple which would continue their lifes as know a happily married couple.

3 Months Later...

Muriel: Hey Sunlight, i have a gift for you~

Betrayus: what kind of gift?~

Muriel:*gives Betrayus a tiny Box*

Betrayus: hmm i wonder what is it

Betrayus opened a box and take out his rabbit plush but repaired

Betrayus: Aww Muriel, you found it! And did you repaired it too?

Muriel: yes and take a look inside the box

Betrayus: Huh?

Betrayus looked inside the box, it was a note Wich says "Hey Daddy" next to a positive pregnancy test

Betrayus: Oh my!... Really?...

Muriel: Heheh Yes... Surprise Daddy!!

Betrayus: Mury! *Hugs her* I'm so so Happy!!

Muriel: we're going to be parents! And as celebration.. It's movie Time!!.

Betrayus: Yeah Girl!!.. uhm Mury can you still can transform into animals but without affecting the baby?.

Muriel: That's right, you want me to transform into a Rabbit?

Betrayus: Yes :3!

Muriel transformed herself into a pregnant and Fluffy Arctic Hare to then Betrayus taking her carefully and watch movies while he was petting her.

Betrayus: Aww just look at you, you're so small and fluffy~ *scratches behind her bunny ears*

Muriel: Hmm~♥ *Twitching paw* more there please~

Betrayus: *pets her bunny belly* Aww who is my fluwy gurl?, you are!~♪

Muriel: Heheheh Sunlight~♪ that tickles!~

Meanwhile..

Yeena had left the restroom of his work with a positive pregnancy test.

Yeena: Should I tell him?... Uhh Nah..

Too long travel and i was so drunk that day and if i can remember there where more guys around there so it can be from anyone else... Oh man what a dumb i am!

She said while she went to her car to drive off completely mad

Yeena:...*sighs*...Shit.

Yeena drived to a mall to buy some home stuff to then went to a building.

At Opening her apartment she was received by her only fluffy pal.

It was a Maine Coon Cat.

Min-Ki: Mreww~

Yeena: Aww Hello big girl *pets her*... Good news... We will have new pal here..

Yeena said to her cat while she was holding her stomach. She was nervous but as well she was excited for being mother.

To be Continued..

#pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga

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chooseyouovereveryone · 3 years

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Brittana Analysis Part 1: Musical Choices (Main Songs)

So anyone who knows me will know I love Brittana a crazy amount, and I spend way too much time breaking down every tiny detail about them. I’ve written a fair few analyses about them on Reddit which people seem to enjoy, and the lovely @hopefulobjectmiracle suggested I posted them on here for people to read. I’ll no doubt add more as time goes on, but going to post up what I have for now. If anyone has any requests for analysis, my ask box is always open because I love doing these :) Happy reading! & congrats for making it through my essays.

Part 1 covers a music analysis of all their main songs and the meaning behind them. Part 2 will cover their smaller parts in group songs etc.

Me Against The Music

This one is less a lyrical analysis, because I don't think the song explicitly relates so much, more a contextual one. The Me Against The Music scene is a shared fantasy that Brittany and Santana have while under anaesthesia. What's telling is that the fantasy they have is an exact replica of the original music video between Madonna and Britney Spears, which is well known for it's heavy undertones of a same-sex relationship. The plot shows Britney chasing Madonna, with Madonna becoming increasingly more susceptible as the video goes on, until right at the end when Britney catches her and goes to kiss Madonna, who then disappears. It's a cat and mouse chase, a fight for power. With Brittany playing Britney, and Santana Madonna, this fantasy represents to me the way that Brittany is chasing Santana trying to break down her walls, and she gets close but just as she does so, Santana pulls back. In the original video Madonna disappears into thin air when Britney tries to kiss her, in the Glee version Santana is switched out for Britney, but the symbolism is the same and foreshadows the Brittana arc that we get in S2. Brittany always gets close to having Santana, but then Santana pulls away and at times she loses her. So for me, the significance in this is 1) the fact they both have a same-sex fantasy about each other and 2) how Brittany's subconscious is filled with the idea of feeling like she is chasing Santana but that every time she gets close, Santana is ripped away.

Landslide

This was a song chosen by Santana to tell Brittany how she feels about her. It may not be the most "obvious love song" choice to everyone but that works for two reasons. The first being that Santana was scared. This was a big move for her, so she certainly wasn't going to go all out and sing an obvious love song. She wanted something with subtlety, something with meaning for her and Brittany rather than for the whole Glee Club to pick up on. The second being that Santana "has the perfect song" instantaneously. From the way she doesn't need to think about it, it's clear that Landslide is already a song she associates with Brittany, and it's probably something she laid alone in her room listening to. Now she's ready to share that. It was a song that had meaning for them, but I do think lyrically it makes sense also. For me it's about Santana realising life is passing her by and that she needs to just be herself. Time makes you bolder is one of the most poignant statements in the song. The whole bit about "building my life around you" could be a double meaning. The first being she's built her life around this friendship she has with Brittany and she's afraid to tap into the relationship dynamic because doing so would inevitably alter the platonic side of things. The second being that she's built her life around this idea that she's straight and she's "normal" but she's now realising as time goes by she needs to be true to herself. I tend to think it's the latter, and that the meaning is around Santana realising she needs to let go now and just be true to herself and to Brittany before she wastes any more time. It's ironic that the next scene shows Brittany choosing Artie, which shows that Santana was already too late and the time had already passed her by. (thankfully that all worked out tho)

Songbird

In contrast to Landslide, Songbird is a very obvious love song. The song explicitly says "I love you" and you can tell by Santana's delivery how much she genuinely means that. Since this is a private performance for only Brittany, Santana is able to choose a song that overtly expresses her feelings. She doesn't have to mask it with subtlety because of the Glee Club, like she did with Landslide. While Landslide was about Santana to giving into her feelings and accepting a change within her, Songbird was the next step from that in freely expressing her love to Brittany. Santana says this in her own words before singing it. Some key lyrics beside the obvious "I love you's" that stick out are "for you, there'll be no more crying" which could relate to all the backwards and forwards Santana has done over the years (telling Britt she loves her, taking it back etc.) and times she possibly made Brittany cry, as well as the fact she has probably spent many years crying over this herself and wishing these feelings could go away, but now she's putting a stop to all of that. Following on from that "I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright, I know it's right" relates to Santana giving into all of those feelings that she's spent years pushing down about the love she has for Brittany being wrong, and really taking hold of her own self acceptance. "To you, I'll give the world. To you, I'll never be cold" is also very fitting for Brittana because it's well noted in the fandom how soft Santana is for Brittany, and how she's the one person she's not cold around. Lastly "I wish you all the love in the world, but most of all I wish it from myself" could relate to Artie in that she wants Brittany to be happy but mostly, she wants to be the one that gets to love her. I think we can all agree the lyrics, the meaning, the performance itself, the delivery from Naya were all *chefs kiss* in this song.

Cherish/Cherish

The song that Santana pays the God Squad to sing for Brittany. We don't actually see Santana choosing the song, but I think it's more likely that Santana picked it since she was paying for it, rather than the God Squad randomly picking one. If it was that kind of scenario where they picked for her, I feel Quinn would have picked the song, on the basis that it was meaningful for Brittany and Santana's relationship. I also imagine this is a song that Santana listened to back in the dark days when she was too afraid to be with Brittany in the way she desired. The lyrics talk a lot about wishing in the past tense. "you don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you, you don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you" etc. These are likely all the kind of thoughts that Santana had back in the past, and there are also a lot of references to hidden love and hidden feelings within the song.

If I Can't Have You

Okay so Santana might say that this song was about her love for fame, but I'm sorry, I don't believe her. I'm not discounting her wanting fame, but there's no way at least some of that song wasn't aimed at Brittany, just by the way she kept turning to her and gesturing at her. She was pretty much transfixed on her throughout the majority of the performance. But Brittana (Santana in particular) are generally very private with their relationship and in their declarations, so my theory? It was predominantly for Brittany but Santana got embarrassed around all the focus on them, so she gave the excuse about fame and told Brittany later who it was really for. No deeper analysis needed. If that song was Brittany, the lyrics apply to them easily, as they could with most relationships.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

This one is simple. It's all in the lyrics. Mr Schue sets the assignment not only as a tribute to Whitney, but for the New Directions to express and explore what's going on with them. For Brittany, she just wants to dance with somebody who loves her, that person obviously being Santana. It's highlighted in the performance and how she pulls everyone up before Santana, and finally gets to Santana for the "with somebody who loves me" line, then at the end where she says Santana is her favourite to dance with. It could be that dancing and being happy with Santana is really her only concern at the moment, or it could be deeper than that. It could be that she is deflecting her deeper issues (the fact she is failing which she'd surely know by now) and as a result only wants to focus on dancing with Santana. The two loves in her life (the third being LT) meshed together and combined.

Mine

I did a whole deep analysis on the meaning behind this, because unlike the other songs this really doesn't fit contextually at all. It's a love song based around staying and holding on, and Santana chooses to sing this right before breaking up with Brittany. I never really understood that song choice, until I looked deeper into it. You can read that here if anyone wants to read it in more detail. If you don't want to read that though, in short, I think that Santana chose that song because when she made that choice to break up with Brittany, I think she can almost picture the future ahead of them and how eventually they are going to make it, they are going to be together, but right now she needs to break up with Brittany so that they actually get that happy ending that she can see. And that fits the whole last verse of the song where she's like "we're gonna make it now, I can see it now" etc, which otherwise doesn't make sense contextually when you're about to break up with someone. It's similar to what happens in the original video for Mine, where Taylor meets the love of her life in a cafe and she "sees" the whole future ahead of them (arguments included) as soon as they meet.

Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

Pretty self explanatory with this one because it's all in the lyrics (and the amazing delivery from Naya). She still loves Brittany and in her eyes Brittany belongs with her. It kind of links back to what I just said about Mine, in that I don't think Santana truly expected Brittany to move on. She told her she could because essentially she had to say that, but did she actually think Brittany would move on? I don't think so. I think she always thought breaking up with Brittany was needed to cement their future and that they'd end up better because of it, but then Sam put a spanner in the works which sent her straight back to Lima to fight for Brittany and stake her claim. Of course saying someone can move on and seeing it are two very different things. I really wish they would have kept the parallel version of that with Brittany/Santana/Elaine and that they kept Dancing On My Own in.

Valerie

This one is definitely more contextual than lyrical. Santana picked this number because it was meaningful to Brittany. It was the first number she choreographed, and so Santana learning Brittany's part of that routine and dancing it with Mike, was a way for her to spark something in Brittany that she was currently lacking and reignite her love for dance to remind her of herself. Clearly she chose to do a dance duet because it's Brittany, but it's poignant that she picked the first song that Brittany choreographed, and it was obviously meaningful to Santana too as her first solo. Although more contextual, the lyrics do carry meaning too. "Stop making a fool out of me, why don't you come on over Valerie" could refer to Santana wanting Brittany to get up and dance with her, while "I miss your ginger hair, and the way you like to dress" could relate to A) Santana missing Brittany in general and B) Santana missing the old care-free Brittany who loved to dance and wasn't consumed by MIT and math equations.

Hand In My Pocket/I Feel The Earth Move

Obviously this song was chosen for mash up purposes in line with artists they had to stick to, but I do think the song choice (chosen by Santana) were relevant to her proposal. The lyric "one hand in my pocket" is indicative of her hiding a ring. I really liked how Santana kept getting down on one knee mid performance (I feel like she was doing this teasingly to foreshadow what was to come rather than she was gonna propose mid song since clearly she had a big speech planned- but I love how every time she did it Brittany would get down as well ) and then all the further foreshadowing with the dragging of the chair that she wanted Brittany to sit in. It's not the most "romantic" of duets, but Brittany and Santana are very private so I feel like it made more sense for them to do a fun duet when it was in front of everyone. I do adore the bit where they're singing the "ooh baby when I see your face" etc. and they only have eyes for each other and look so utterly and adorably in love and happy. That bit really has my heart.

Wishin' and Hoping'

A song about Santana from Brittany's perspective which makes a welcome change. The performance itself is obviously a dream sequence when Brittany is thinking about heaven (because being with Santana makes her feel like she's in heaven and angel wings remind her of her ), but I think the lyrics fit well with the whole narrative we see in S6 of Brittany doing a heavy bulk of the wedding planning and trying to make sure everything is perfect for Santana. This is something we later see as causing her stress in the wedding episode, when she is so nervous and obsessed with it being perfect that she becomes a bit of a bridezilla obsessed with superstition. There were also cut lines from Brittany about everything having to be perfect, and though they weren't canon in the end, it's clearly the angle they were going with. This song links to that because it's all about how ultimately just being yourself and showing the person you love that you care is enough, and it almost foreshadows the conversation that Santana later has with Brittany where she says they don't need any of the traditions or the perfect planning because they create their own luck. They love each other, and that's enough. The performance has Brittany singing about wishing and hoping and planning, but it's Blaine, Artie and Sam who sing "all you gotta do is hold her and kiss her and love her and show her that you care", so it's almost as if they are assuring Brittany. Also pointing out the part of the performance where they sing about planning, and Brittany points at her stomach, one of many S6 clues put in there to hint that Brittana will have a family together in the future ❤️

Our Day Will Come

It's another straight forward one that doesn't really take much analysis. It symbolises how the day has finally come for them to get married and start the rest of their lives together, after such a long, hard journey getting there. One of the key lyrics is "no one can tell me that I'm too young to know", which indicates that someone has tried to tell them they're too young to get married. We know that Kurt said this to them, but since Kurt is singing in this duet with them and he apologised, it may be someone else. Santana's dad maybe? Either way, whoever said it to them, they show in this duet that they are certain about their commitment and the future ahead of them. The song also has the lyrics "I love you so, and you love me" which is repetitive of what Santana said to Brittany earlier in the day before they got married when she saw Brittany in her wedding dress. It symbolises what the ending of their whole arc is about. That after a whole lot of doubt, pain and a long road to get there, they are both finally happy together and content in the love they have in each other, and very proud of that love. Santana in particular I feel always doubted Brittany's love for her. Even when Brittany said yes to marrying her, Santana couldn't believe it. On their wedding day, all those doubts are finally gone, and it's actually Brittany who's doing the worrying. The worrying that Brittany does takes us right back to the beginning of Brittana, when Brittany had her own doubts and fears in the relationship because Santana just seemed like something out of reach for her, that she'd never fully get to have. It's like she has a moment of panic, that something could mess this up the way it used to get messed up all those years ago. Our Day Will Come symbolises the end of all of those doubts, and the start of their new lives together.

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Quinn Fabray (III) - Haz Osterfield

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐞. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞.

Kind of like part 2 of Santana Lopez (I) with Tom Holland sksks

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After a few weeks, Tom was finally able to accept that you were dating Harrison. He still couldn't get over the fact that he caught the two of you on the couch, but it just couldn't leave his thoughts. Maybe it was because he was your older brother. He knew that he'd have to get used to the both of you being together but he still hasn't adjusted.

It didn't help that you moved in with them. If he couldn't sleep at the thought of you and Harrison, now he's like a zombie. It's been bothering him. So, he tried a tactic. A stupid one.

He thought that he'd be in between both of you whenever both of you were sitting next to each other and he joined both of you on your dates. He didn't care if he was third wheeling. Sometimes, he'd even bring Harry and Sam.

You and Harrison were watching a movie on the couch when Tom came in with two bowls of popcorn and sat in between both of you.

"Y/N, we can share a bowl of popcorn." Tom handed you the bowl.

"Um, I was sharing with Haz." You told him. Tom looked at you and chuckled, "He has his own."

He glanced at Harrison and gave him the other bowl he was holding, "Here ya go, mate."

"You two better not sext while we watch this movie or I'll-"

"Or what, Tom?" Harrison snapped. Both of you looked at Harrison in shock. He was never one to snap before. Harrison sighed and clenched his fists, "You used to be just sort of unlikable, but now I pretty much feel like punching you every time you open your mouth."

"This is kind of hot, actually." You giggled.

Harrison glanced at you and shook his head, "Now's not the time, babe."

"Sorry." You said before you stood up. "Anyway, I'll let the two of you talk." You left the living room, taking the popcorn with you.

"What's your problem, Tom?" Harrison asked.

Tom sighed, "Nothing. You're so great with her and everything. I'm not bullshitting you, I swear."

"It sounds like you are." Harrison pointed out.

"But I'm not." Tom said. "It's just that I've always been Y/N's go-to person, y'know? She's my little sister and I love her. Her relationship with you made me realize that she's growing up and putting herself out there. I'm just scared that there'll be a point when she'll realize that she won't need me anymore. I probably sound like dad right now, but I'm the eldest so you can't really blame me. That's why I've been crashing your dates and stuff and I'm sorry about that."

"I forgive you and what you're feeling is totally valid. Let's not forget that I have Charlotte." Harrison chuckled. "We have little fights here and there, but I love my sister. Besides, I think siblings will always need each other even though they say they don't."

"You sure?" Tom asked.

"Absolutely." Harrison smiled at him. "Now quit being a sap and call Y/N back in here and tell her what you told me."

"For fuck's sake. Telling you is enough." Tom groaned.

Tom still told you, though. But you assured him that Harrison was right. No matter what happens, Tom will always be your older brother and you'll always be his little sister.

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Chess. Chapter 9

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

TW: Language, sexual themes, violence. Rated M

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

I reappeared, storming towards the door.

“I’m gonna kill her”, I said, every inch of my body tense and in attack mode. Rick rushed towards me, grabbing a hold of my arm, holding me in place.

“Stop, Y/N”, he hushed me. “Just stop!”.

Katana was drawing her blade, and stepping towards me. Rick held up his hand, stopping her. “Step back, Katana. I’ve got this”. The woman stayed back, still on high alert.

I was shaking from rage. “How long, Rick?”, I growled. “How long have you known about me? How long have you been watching me?”.

He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “The night we caught you, was the first time I saw you in person. I’ve known about you for about a month before that”. “Wayne Tower?”, I asked. “Yes”, he answered. “She had me searching leads, given to her by someone… I don’t know who”.

I had a strange feeling I did.

“She’s just been waiting for a reason to flush me out, and use me”, I raged. “I don’t think it’s like that”. “Then, what is it like?”, I asked. I relaxed my body; apparently making him feel it was safe enough to release his hold on me. I sat on the edge of the conference table. He crossed his arms, and began speaking.

“She’s been up to something for a while. Sending the Force on bullshit missions, taking care of small-time crime lords the police could have easily handled”. He looked at me, and I gestured at him to continue. “This last one you joined us on… I think it was your test run. And I think you played into her game. She hoped you’d do whatever you needed to, to prove yourself to the team. Or me. I don’t know”.

“I wasn’t trying to prove myself to anyone”, I said. Maybe myself, I thought. And maybe – just a little bit – to you, I added.

“Either way, she needed to know whether you’d be rash enough to act against your own interest, to get results”. He met my eyes. “And you did”. I shook my head, cursing under my breath. He continued.

“This mission she’s sending you on”, he said, “she’s been planning for a long time. I haven’t been able to get anything out of her; but whoever the target is, I don’t think it’s a terrorist group; not in the way you might think. I think it’s one of the big players in the Gotham underground. Someone who she desperately needs gone”.

He walked up to the old-fashioned slideshow projector Waller had left behind. “Whoever it is, they’re more than just a little dangerous”. “Hatter?”, I muttered, a little worried. “Worse”, he answered.

Katana said something in Japanese; I guessed it was. “I already told her”, he answered her. “After this; I’m done”. His words made me uneasy.

He grabbed the case of slides, picking up one, looking at it; then throwing the whole thing into the wall. “Shit!”, he yelled.

“What did she mean; we’ve been here before?”, I half whispered.

He froze. Katana said a few words, then sent me a sympathetic look, and left the room.

“Rick?”, I demanded.

His face was expressionless. “Waller and I met when she needed me to track down another meta-human. This was before the X Force was officially approved by the higher ups”, he said, sitting down in the chair Waller had formerly occupied. I moved to stand closer to him, but changed my mind when I saw his eyes. They were pained; remembering.

He sighed. “Her name was June Moone. She was possessed by the spirit of an ancient witch she called Enchantress”. He ran his hand down his face, scratching the stubbles on his cheek. “I was put in charge of her protection. But it became more than that”.

“You loved her”, I said quietly.

“I did. I fell for her the moment I saw her, and it wasn’t long before we became more than what we were supposed to be”. He looked at me, face hardening. “Waller had planned it all along. She wanted me locked down; unable to say no to her demands”. I held my breath.

“June was struggling with the spirit. It kept taking control of her, against her will; and one day, she lost her ability to fight it”, he said. “It gave Waller the leverage she needed to get her way on having the Force approved”. He was fidgeting in his seat. “Enchantress built an army of creatures that caused havoc in Midway City; and the squad took her out”, he said. “I crushed her heart myself”.

“You killed her?”, I asked.

“June survived”, he answered. “We were able to move on with our lives, together”.

I looked down. His words were a punch to the guts.

“It was good. For a while”, he continued. “June made tenure at Gotham U, teaching ancient Mayan… something. I never really could figure it out”, he chuckled. “We got an apartment. A dog. Everything was headed in one direction”.

I could see it. Rick and some beautiful, intelligent career-driven woman on his arm, wearing a tasteful diamond ring on her left hand, walking their perfect little mut; or cooking in their stupid kitchen, while drinking expensive wine from expensive glasses. I felt like throwing up.

“She wanted to move on; and forget what happened in Midway City. She wanted to make it so it never happened; and she wanted me to leave the Force. Become a civilian”, he said. “But I couldn’t do that. This team; the job… it was to important to just quit. And I knew no one else would be willing to take on those weirdos out there”.

“So, you left her for the squad”, I said, smiling ironically. “That’s so sweet. And sad for June”, I added.

“She… left me”, he admitted. “I didn’t fit in to her idea of how her life was supposed to be. She wanted a life away from all this, and I couldn’t give her that”.

He walked to stand in front of me. We stood there for a long time, not saying anything.

“It’s over”, he finally said, meeting my eyes. “June is… was… very important to me. But it wasn’t meant to be. I want her to be happy and safe, and get everything that she wants. But I don’t need to be a part of that picture. Not anymore”, he finished, and put his hand on my check.

I pushed it away.

“Don’t”, I said. “I know a rebound when I see it”.

“Y/N”, Rick pleaded. “You’re not a rebound. Everything I said last night was true”. He placed his hands on either side of my face. “This is real!”.

“Is it?”, I asked. “Or is it a way for you to deal with the fact that you lost the perfect woman over a job that you don’t even want?”.

He leant in and kissed my lips softly. I put my hands on his chest; part of me wanting to push him away – the other part wanting to melt into his arms. The angry side of me won.

“Please stop”, I said, and turned away from him, leaving his grasp. “They’re waiting for us”.

He moved towards me again, but I put my hands up in front of me, staring him down.

“This”, I said, pointing back and forth between us, “Whatever it is… was… it can wait. At least until we’ve finished this bullshit mission”.

He looked at me incredulously.

“We’re going back out there, and you’re gonna tell them, Flag!”. He winced at me using his last name. “Tell them everything!”.

I stormed towards the door, but he stopped me in my tracks, grabbing a hold of my waist, pushing me up against the wall.

“I’m not losing you, Y/N”, he said, putting his forehead to mine. “I want us. This. And I know you do too”.

I grabbed his wrist, and with an angry look at him, I pressed the button on it. My disc turned red.

I pushed him away.

“Let’s go”, I said.

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He did as I asked. The squad reacted as expected.

“I thought you was done lying to us, man”, Diablo said hoarsely, clenching his fists; flames rising from each of them.

“I never lied”, Rick answered. Floyd scoffed.

“Not since June”, Rick reiterated. I looked at the ground in front of me, trying to seem unmoved by his mention of her.

Croc roared at him, grabbed my wheelchair, and threw it at the wall; making it break into a thousand pieces. He looked at me apologetically. “Sorry”. “Don’t worry about it”, I half smiled. “People seem to be throwing all kinds of things around these days”. Rick looked at me from the corner of his eye.

“Look, this is a shit situation, but it’s no different than what we’ve been through before”, he said. “You finish this, and you all get another 10 years of your sentences”.

“Yeah, but we’re also going up against someone we know nothing about”, Digger said from his seat on his favorite napping bench. “And that cunt, Waller, obviously doesn’t give a shit about any of us”. He stood up, kicking the bench, flipping it over. “I’ll show her disposable, when I dispose of her fucking body in a river!”, he yelled.

Floyd walked up to Rick, and looked at him pointedly. “Flag, you need to tell us right now; whose side of the fence you on?”.

“You know I’m with you, Deadshot”, Rick answered.

Floyd looked at him for a second, searching his eyes for deceit. “Zoe’s got a dance recital coming up next month”, he said. “I’ll get you there”, Rick said. Floyd stepped back and nodded.

“Why you want us to do this so bad?”, Diablo asked, voice calmer.

The only part of the conversation with Waller Rick hadn’t mentioned to the team, was the part about him leaving. I would let him keep his secret. For now.

“It’s an order, Santana. I can’t fight it. That’s… beyond my paygrade”, Rick answered, and sighed.

“Quinn”, Digger called. “You hearing this?”.

Harley was in her ropes; effortlessly contorting her body into sensual positions – her eyes in a faraway place.

“Yo, Harlz!”, Floyd yelled. Harley looked at him, ripped out of her daydream. “You paying attention?”.

She slid down the ropes, and looked at him calmly.

“Yeah. We’re supposed to go to Gotham; and take down some bigshot, who’s been stepping on Wallers toes. What are we waiting for?”. She tightened her pigtails, and smiled brightly at us.

Rick shook his head at her, eyes worried. “You with us, Quinn?”, he asked.

She tilted her head, and smiled sweetly. “Always, boss!”.

The door began opening, and we all got into line, legs spread, hands on our heads. Waller came in flanked by a newly showered Griggs.

“I trust the colonel has filled you in with the information you need to finish this mission satisfactorily”, she said. She apparently also expected Rick to have taken care of making up a continued cover story for her. “You will be transported to Gotham first thing tomorrow”.

“What are we, cattle?”, Diablo mumbled next to me.

“Take them back to their cells”, she said to Rick, and stepped aside.

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Once back at my cell, Rick went inside with me, and shed me of my harness. His closeness to my body stirred me in ways I didn’t want it to. Sending the guards away, he closed the door behind us, and put a hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face him.

“Are you ok?”, he asked. “What do you think?”, I answered.

He exhaled and put his arms around me. I wanted to push him away; but my body was aching for his touch. He leant in and kissed me; and I couldn’t help but respond. Stroking my back, his touch reminded me of the night before.

Laying on my stomach, his hand moved from my lower back, up between my shoulder blades; as he pushed in to me from behind, slowly and deliberately. He kissed my neck; groaning as I tightened around him, drawing him closer to the edge. He moved a hand under me, searching for, and finding, my sweet spot; stroking it. He pulled my hair, making my head turn, and caught my mouth in a passionate kiss; continuously moving in and out of me; stroking me, getting us both closer to our joint climax…

“Y/N”, he breathed; deepening his kiss. My body responded, and I struggled to keep my senses.

“N-no”, I stammered. He stepped back immediately.

“I’m sorry”, he said. “It’s too soon”.

“That’s not it”, I said, and looked into his confused eyes. “I know you think this is real. And maybe I do too. But…”, I paused, and took a step back. “I’m not gonna be your prisoner/guard fantasy. I’m worth more than that!”.

“You’re angry about June”, he said.

“I’m not angry because you have an ex. I’m angry because I’m just another one in the line of your workplace romances gone wrong. You fall for your… wards, left and right”.

“That’s not it”. He leant against the wall, crossing his arms. “This about you being afraid to get close to me, because you don’t trust anyone”, he growled. “I never lied to you, or kept anything secret. I went out of my way to make sure you’d find out what kind of person Waller really is”.

“I don’t want you to buy my affections with little favors”, I yelled. “Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life in this place, waiting for you to show up in my cell with flowers and candy, whenever you need to get your dick wet?”.

He frowned at me. “I don’t want that either. I want you to get out of here. I want us together, without having to hide what I feel for you!”, he answered, frustrated.

I walked up to him, caressed his check, and kissed him softly. “I need time”, I said quietly. “To think”.

He sighed, and his expression softened. “I understand. And I’m not going to pressure you. Take whatever time you need”. He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll wait”.

He went out the door, and I heard it lock.

I was alone again.

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I had a restless night. My head was spinning from the events of the day. I felt strangely empty.

From somewhere down the hall, Harleys voice was broke the silence, singing an old showtune I remembered from a movie I’d once seen.

“Oh, whats the use of wondrin’, if hes good or if hes bad? He’s your fella and you love him. Thats all there is to that”.

“Shut up Quinn. Some of us are trying to sleep!”, Diggers voice boomed.

It went quiet again. Sleep started to take me over, when Harleys thin voice began again.

“Common sense may tell you, that the ending will be sad, and now’s the time to break and run away. But whats the use of wondrin’, if the ending will be sad? He’s your fella and you love him. There’s nothing more to say”.

A loud crash, from what I guess was a small table hitting Diggers cell door; and Harley went quiet again.

There wasn’t another sound the rest of the night.

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Unfortunate Soul Chapter 4

Hello again my lovelies, I’m truly sorry for the wait. Covid has really made a mess out of the airline industry which has really affected my job. I haven’t been able to get as much time has I would have liked to write seeing as I had to get a second job to make up for not being able to fly as much. But like I have promised in the past I will finish this story. Thank you for all of those that have left comments, liked and have even subscribed to my story. You truly have no idea how happy you all have made me, it truly gives me inspiration knowing people out there like my work. So Thank You So Much, I will see you next time.

I woke to the chatter of voices. I looked around my small white wall room and realized that I was in the hospital. I could see my parents talking in soft voices about what had happened the day prior. I stayed very still, giving the illusion that I was still asleep. I need to hear their conversation; I wanted to know what it was all about. I looked around the room and saw a few files on my bedside table; I know that those must be my potential mates.

"This can't be happening, Toshi. Izuku had so many dreams that he wanted to accomplish. Katsuki took that away from him! I can't believe that Katsuki would do something like this. I should have tried harder when I spoke to Mitsuki, and maybe we could have come up with a better solution than Izuku having to go through this arranged marriage."

"Shota, having Katsuki marry Izuku would have been the ideal plan, but do you want our son to be with someone that clearly doesn't want him. He may go along with it if we force him. But in the long run, it would be very detrimental to Izku's mental and emotional health, and God only knows if that kid turns out to be a complete asshole and causes physical harm to our boy."

"But an arranged marriage, Toshi. Don't you think that's a little bit extreme? Shouldn't we at least let him find someone that would be right for him instead of choosing for him?"

"Sho, Honey. It's the best solution. We can't wait any longer. The doctor already told us that he is already at the end of this first trimester; he will start showing soon. We are running out of time; our society will not accept him otherwise."

"Dad, mom. I really don't mind seeing what will become of this arranged marriage."

At my words, they both stopped and stared at me. Confusion mirrored their faces. I continued and hoped that they wouldn't stop me in the middle of my sentence. "Look, I understand what has to happen. I truly am disappointed that I can't marry my child's father, but if he doesn't want us, then fuck him. I'm not going to raise my child with a man that hates us both. Yes, Katsuki is the love of my life, but I have to do what is best for my baby."

Following my words, my mom came to sit on the edge of my bed. "I'm so sorry, baby. I wish this were not happening to you. And if I could change it, you better believe that I would. I wish you would have come to us sooner, then maybe things could have been different."

I reached out my hand to hold his with a small smile on my face. "I know, mom, this is all my fault. You and dad are the most important people in my life, but I was so scared that you would hate me and abandon me. Can you ever forgive me for not coming to you first?"

"Zuku, my boy. You have nothing to be scared of, your mother and I will always love you. No matter what happens. We will figure things out." Dad said as he also made his way to my bed.

"Now, don't misunderstand. This situation is not what we dreamed for you and damn Katsuki. He will not get away without being made responsible. You can be sure about that; your mother already informed his parents that he would have to pay you child support, but we believe it is best if you find another mate. I'll be DAMNED if I let that son of a bitch hurt you again."

I smiled at my parents, knowing that everything they have done has been for my well-being, and I know deep down in my heart that they would always be there for me when I needed them. I sat a little bit straighter on my bed and looked at the stack of files on my nightside table, the thought of meeting a complete stranger made me nervous, but I know that there was no other way. Kacchan would never change his mind about us, and I was too scared to raise my kid alone. Reaching over, I pulled the files to my lap and grassed my fingers over the covers. In these files were the names and photos of my future husband. Having the flies so close truly made my situation feel extremely real. There was no turning back now.

"You don't have to go throw them right now, baby. Just rest for today. Will let you sleep, and we will be back later to take you home." With a kiss on my forehead, my mom started heading to the door. "Sleep, my boy. You still have plenty of time tomorrow to go through those. It's best to go into this with a clear head." My dad ruffled my hair and followed my mom out the door.

Sighing, I looked at the folders again; this was it. The moment my life would change. I wonder what my future husband would be like if he would be understanding of my situation. The thought of him not accepting my child was heartbreaking. But I knew I would do anything to protect my baby, even if it meant marrying a man that I did not love. Picking the top file and placing the other two on the nightstand, I open it to the first page. The guy in the photo was around my age, with lovely corn color hair and a babyface. His tiny blue eyes had a scene of adventure and fun. They grabbed my attention instantly, which made his smile appear like a ray of light. He looked very handsome in his white shirt and green pants uniform. He was handsome, indeed.

Name: Togata Mirio

Birthday July 15, 2516

Age: 19

Birthplace: Chiba Prefecture

Quirk: Permeation/Formally

Occupation: College Student at Tokyo U

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Food: Ramen

Hobbies: Comedy

He enjoys making people laugh and sees life as a beautiful adventure. He works part-time at an orphanage where he is well-loved.

With a small smile, I placed his file to the side and reached for the next one. Once I opened it, it blessed me with the most captivating face I have ever seen. He had a small smile on his face, but his beautiful blue and grey had so much sadness in them. It tugged at my heartstrings and made me want to know more about him. His beautiful white and red hair was unique in its beauty; it suited him well. The red mark around his left blue eye makes him intriguing and mysterious.

Name: Todoroki Shoto

Birthday: January 11, 2513

Age: 22

Birthplace: Musutafu

Quirk: Half Cold - Half Hot

Occupation: CEO Todoroki Industry

Favorite Color: Grey

Favorite Food: Cold Soba

Hobbies: Going to the gym and visiting his mother

He loves visiting his sick mother in a lovely home that was bought by him. He is a very loving and caring child and makes sure that his mother has everything he needs.

Knowing that he took such great care of his mother frankly spoke to my soul. I would do anything in my power for my mom, and it showed me that he had a kind soul. I reached for the last file, wondering what kind of man he would be. So far, I had two beautiful candidates, the anxiety that had been building over the past few days had started to lessen. Opening the last file, I see a man that was in desperate need of sleep. He reminded me of my mom with these heavy bags under his eyes. His dark purple eyes are so intense that it brought a shiver up my spine. He looks intimidating, giving off the impression that he has lived a hard life. His long tufts of indigo hair were messy and flaring out everywhere.

Name: Hitoshi Shinso

Birthday: July 1, 2512

Age: 22

Birthplace: Santana Prefecture

Quirk: Brainwashing

Occupation: Accountant for Angelic Hormonal Watch Monitor

Favorite Cool: Burgundy

Favorite food: Gyudon

Hobbies: Going for bicycle rides and playing with his cat named Mimi

He works very long hours as an accountant, which doesn't give him much free time. He enjoys going walking his cat Mimi in the park and going camping.

After reading his file, I understand why he looks so tired. I couldn't imagine being stuck in an office all day. Closing his file, I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. Reading about these men had brought a little bit of hope into my heart. Being without Kacchan was killing me, the pain of his loss still too fresh, too new. But with time, I know that I could learn to like or even love one of my new suitors. Only time would tell.

That afternoon my parents came to pick me from the hospital. The weather outside was cloudy and cold in the autumn afternoon. The drive home was silent, which gave me plenty of time to let my mind wander. My mind was still reeling from the information I had read. They all seemed like good candidates. They all have something in common with me, Togata sharing my birthday or the fact that Hitoshi's love for cats just like me. The matchmaker listened to my mother's advice when it came to finding the right mate for me. The excitement of meeting them was overwhelming. My mom could see my excitement too. He turned around in his seat and asked if I was feeling well.

"Yeah, mom. I was just thinking about my suitors." At my words, his eyes widened, a small smile appeared on his face.

"So you read over their files. Is it worth getting to know them?" He asked me with pure curiosity. My dad was listening very intently for my answer.

"Of course, it is. Did you know that one of the guys shares my birthday? His name is Togata Mirio. He is 19, only a year older than me. He's a college student, but he works part-time at an orphanage. Then there is Todoroki Shoto, his 22 and is the CEO of the Todoroki Industry if I'm not mistaken, that's one of the largest computer companies in the world. The last guy reminds me of you, mom."

"How so, baby? He asked with a smile on his face, the look of confusion evident in his eyes.

"Well, he works as an accountant for dad's company, so he doesn't get much free time. His bags under his eyes can rival yours." I say, giddy. I was covering my mouth so I wouldn't laugh.

"I do not have bags under my eyes, young man." My comment on his beauty affronted him.

"Honey, it would help your health if you would take it easy once and a while. Zuku is just looking out for you." Dad tried to help but only got a nasty look from my mom.

"Nevermind all that, tell me more about this guy. What's his name?"

"His name is Hitoshi Shinso; he is 23. He loves going outdoors and has a cat named Mimi. If I were to be stuck in an office all day, I would love the outdoors too." I finished with a smile.

"That sounds fantastic, honey. The matchmaker sure picked out some quality candidates. I'm just a little concerned that two of them are a bit older than you."

"Sho, I'm three years older than you. What's the big deal?" He looks at my mom with a smile on his face. "It's not that different from us, and one of them is a CEO. You can't get a better mate than that." He turns his gaze back to the road; my mom gives up the argument. "All right, you win. I don't know why I even bother." Turning back around on his seat.

I start laughing at their antics. After all these years, the love they felt for each other was in every word they spoke. I wish that I could feel that way too. I look outside my window and see the city passing by; my thoughts on the man I love and the hurt I fell, knowing that he will never be mine. But there was hope, hope that one of these incredible men would fill my life with happiness, and after everything I have been through these past few weeks. I was looking forward to a new beginning.

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fxckbritts · 3 years

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Black Widow || Quitt

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Brittany Pierce

WHEN: March 29th

WHERE: Quinn’s dorm room

GENERAL NOTES: Post mass text talking.

WARNINGS: None

Brittany: It had taken a lot of asking around and even more threatening to break wrists to finally work out exactly where Quinn's dorm room was. All of this could be a lot easier if the girl could answer a damn text message, but Brittany couldn't hold that against her. She assumed the last thing Quinn wanted to do right now was look at her phone. This whole situation was just so fucked up, and Santana was right. Brittany had to at least get over herself and check to see if she was okay. Though she wasn't a talker and she certainly didn't usually feel empathy towards anyone - she did feel bad. Hell really did freeze over sometimes.

"Quinn.... Quinn, it's me. Open the damn door," Brittany knocked on the door, testing to no avail if the door was unlocked. Of course it wasn't. "I'll break it down.... Quinn?"

Quinn: Quinn wanted to die. Not really- but she really did want to live in this dorm for the rest of her life, or at least until her shame was gone. Maybe she'd become like Emily Dickinson, only taking visitors through the door so she never had to look someone in the eye again. Although, she might have to move home to do that, and she really would rather die than tell her parents she was gay. Sorta gay? She had no label for it.

Of course Brittany was at the door. She groaned and sat up, wrapping her comforter around her like it might hide her shame. Or shield her from prying eyes. "Just... go away." She grumbled, opening the door. She was kind of curious to see if this had effected Britt as much. "I'm not in the mood for more.. sex after it ruined my life."

Brittany: Brittany let out a low sigh. Quinn wasn’t really being too far fetched for assuming she was there for something like that. After all, the pair of them hadn’t actually had much of any conversation between them that didn’t involve them fucking.

“That’s not-“ Brittany started before letting out a long breath from her nose and resting both her palms against either side of the doorframe. “I just wanted to..... talk. See if you’re-...” she broke off and glanced down the hallway to see if there were any prying eyes. “Look, just let me in... Please?”

Quinn: Was she in an alternate universe? Brittany was seriously trying to be nice.. or something? She could follow Brittanys eyeline, and she also felt quite exposed out here. Too many people could see- and the last thing she wanted was more rumors. Reluctantly, she stepped back a little, opening the door enough for Brittany to step in.

"Fine. Come in, but its only talking." She said, pursing her lips a little, and resisting the urge to actually become one with her blanket. "I don't even see what there is to talk about- my life is over."

Brittany: Brittany was thankful that Quinn allowed her to actually go inside and she jumped at the chance, quickly slipping inside so they could shut the door behind the both of them. She turned around on her heel and gave the other girl a quick once over. Brittany's eyes softened a little at the sight of Quinn bundled up as though the comforter was bubblewrap that was going to protect her from whatever was the other side of her apartment walls.

Brittany let a slow breath out through her nose and her lips curled into a small smile. "Your life isn't exactly over. That's... A little dramatic isn't it?" She stepped forward and attempted to unfurl Quinn's cocoon. "I don't even think most people believe anything my cousin says, anyway."

She took a step back, dropping the whole coy act for a somewhat softer and more serious approach. "I'm.. Sorry. I didn't mean for any of.... This crap,"

Quinn: Quinn reluctantly let Brittany loosen the blanket around her- she was feeling a little less like a pariah with someone in the room. "Its a rumor- about me. People don't care if its true or not. Sam might still even have the photo of it." She sighed, "I didn't want people to know.. like ever. I wasn't even going to act on it, ever either."

Was it terrible to admit that Brittany was a mistake? She certainly felt bad about it. Underneath all the.. skank, Quinn did feel appreciated by Brittany. Those moments mattered. "Its fine, it's Sam's fault, really. I shouldn't have told him that it was me in that picture. At least its not as big of a deal if you're gay." She thought on her statement for a moment, deflating a little, "Sorry. Its.. not easy no matter who has to go through it."

Brittany: Brittany's eyebrows flinched into a burrow at the mention of a photo. She didn't want to know how, what or even why her cousin had a photo. With that little piece of information, it did seem like him rambling like an idiot over texts was perhaps best case scenario when it came to him fucking everything up for someone.. Again.

"Nah people know.. About me." Brittany raised her hand to brush it off before stepping back to sit on the side of Quinn's bed, her hands tangled at the fingers between her knees. Brittany had just assumed through the whole thing that Quinn had been straight - and that was the fun part for her. Having a few wild nights with a straight girl and have it left at that. The idea that it was something Quinn didn't intent to act upon led her to believe that this had been more than that. More complicated.

"Look I-..." She started before exhaling through her nose, "I haven't really had anyone to care about that kinda shit with me so I can't relate to how this feels... Or whatever," She shrugged, looking up from her hands to access Quinn's face. Even visibly upset, she was beautiful. "But know I'm in your corner. Even if you don't want me to be," She added with a small smirk.

Quinn: Green eyes watched cautiously- Brittany wasn't exactly the most open, or the kind of person Quinn would pick as a friend/confidant, but it was oddly comforting to have her here.

"It just.. feels shit. I never want to leave this room- I don't even know how many people know. None of it is in my control." This was suddenly a lot more real than their semi-drunken moments in that Miami room, and Quinn found herself almost leaning into it. She wanted Brittany touch and comfort- and that was giving her a headache. Didn't she have enough to deal with as is? "But..Thanks. I appreciate- It's really nice of you to be here. No one else has been by to just support me."

Brittany: ”No ones saying much so I can’t tell you who knows... I think they assume I’m gonna beat ‘em up,” Brittany half shrugged with a coy smile.

She was a little surprised to hear that no one else had attempted to see her. From what she had seen, Quinn was smart, well liked and looked the way she did - not to mention the praises Puck had sung for her. The kind of person that people should be wanting to check up on.

“You know you can’t haul up in here forever,” Brittany insisted, wanting to get up to pull the comforter off Quinn the rest of the way. Would she want a hug? Would she want something else? Brittany had never really comforted anyone before, unless that comfort was fucking to forget. “And you have a nice smile. It would be a shame.. not to see that again,”

Quinn: This was weird, talking with Brittany. She almost missed the physical contact instead- so she shuffed imperceptibly closer, dropping her blanket hood completely to rest her head on Brittany's shoulder. "Will you beat them up?"

Its terrible- but it would make her feel better. She has no idea how shes going to deal with the whispers, let alone if people actually talk to her. "I want to." She pouts- but Brittany is right. Sooner or later shes going to have to face the texts piling up on her phone.

"You like my smile?" She asks weakly. Shes a pretty girl- and she knows that. Shes just not used to actual compliments, and the things her parents used to say about her appearance play in her head from time to time. Its humbling. "Maybe I'll just camp out for a few more days- it doesnt hurt to let the worst of it blow over, right?"

Brittany: "If you say the word, I'll beat anyone up," the corner of Brittany's mouth curled up into a small smile when Quinn's head fell onto her shoulder and after just a beat, she attempted to move the blanket from Quinn's shoulders to snake an arm around her.

"A few days would be fine, but any more than that.. People will start thinking I killed you like a black widow. Dragging you into my web and sucking the life out of you. The way rumors go in this hell hole of a college, it sound about the right tone," Brittany mumbled with a grimace. With the things people had said about her after the scholarship students enrolled, she knew it would only be a matter of time before the student body found some new juicy gossip to latch onto and forget all about this mess.

"Mhm, I do," she admitted, pulling back from the embrace just enough to use her hand to tilt Quinn's chin up to fully see her face. With her thumb, she traced the outline of her lower lip, the rather pleasant memories of Miami flooding her mind. "You're wonderful, so fuck anyone who will make you feel anything less, okay?"

Quinn: Okay, this was really nice having someone fully and truly in her corner. She knew that Britt wasn't doing this because of any reason but she wanted to be here. "You don't want to sound like the badass that literally ate one of the most popular girls here?"

With the arm around her, and those blue eyes staring at her, and the thumb tracing her lip, how could Quinn say anything but a whispered, "Kiss me, please." Bringing her own hand up to meet at Brittany's jaw, "Or hold me. Just... make me feel good like before?"

Brittany: "I'm already the badass that ate out one of the most popular girls at McKinley, but I don't think they wanna know the details," Brittany couldn't help the smug smile and raise of her brow. Maybe one day soon they would be at the place where they could look back at all of this and find it amusing, but it was a matter of time. Or even if that never happened - Brittany would be okay with that. With the history with everyone in her life, she had no expectations.

Her eyes softened at Quinn's plea, leaning into the warm palm on her face. This wasn't a drunken mess or a egotistical conquest and Brittany didn't hesitate for a second before replying "I can do that," Bringing their lips together, the blanket fell from Quinn entirely as Brittany maneuvered her over to the bed. She wouldn't be able to do or say anything to make things outside of the dorm room better, but this she could do. Even if it was just for a little while.

#para #001 #quinn!para

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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How do you think the pillar men would react to a s/o who’s pretty innocent and a loveable ray of sunshine? Just the sweetest soul ever. Never having any ill intentions towards anyone ever, even if they’re mean to her. S/o has a lot of empathy and is just Disney princess level of kindness and nurturing. Sorry if that’s specific. I just always love the trope for couple that are opposites attract.

Did you mean: H O L L Y K U J O ???

Holly: Jotaro, make sure you eat all your vegetables 🥰 Jotaro: *is about to tell her to F*** off* All 4 of his new Pillarmen step-dads: 😡😡😡😡 Jotaro: *sweating* Yes Mom... 😰

I agree, dear Anon, I'm a bit of a sucker for big intimidating Pillarmen with a sweet little mate ❤❤❤ I'm even more of a sucker for writing it! 🥰😇😘 Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen (separate) with a sweet and nurturing s/o...

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• From the moment he first met you, your kindness was baffling to Kars.

• Even before you two had begun a proper relationship, he took notice that you were always dotting on him.

• Sometimes when he was up in his study, spending hours at his desk as he worked away at piles of paperwork, you would pop in to check up on him every so often with a mug of tea for him in hand; brewed hot and black with no sugar, just the way he liked it.

• Somehow you just always knew what he liked and how he liked it.

• You often brung along a comfortable blanket to drape over his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his temple as you asked him if he needed anything else and encouraged him to take a break if and when he needed it.

• Nothing prompted you do do these things, he never once asked you for anything really, but it seemed as if you went out of your way to show a little kindness every time.

• Kars knew himself to be a cold creature but you were a person who made his frosty heart thaw with the warmth you radiated.

• As a man who considered nature precious life, he found himself admiring how unbelievably good you were with Animals.

• In fact, they just seemed to flock to you!

• Once, when you both went to an Animal shelter to look for a pet to adopt, Kars turned his back for only a minute and came back to find that you had somehow coaxed the meanest and mangiest old cat there into your lap.

• The shelter workers stood there absolutely gobsmacked as they watched the animal, that had scratched and hissed at and bitten anyone and everyone who had even dared to come near it, cuddling in your arms and purring like a kitten.

• "Aren't you just the sweetest thing?~" You giggled, lovingly running a hand on the cats bristly old fur as it rumbled contently, its purr was like a running motor. "What a pretty kitty you are!"

• Kars could only smile softly to himself as you both left the shelter that day with the mean old cat you were still lovingly cradling in your arms.

• He had to admit, even though he was thousands of years old and an Ultimate lifeform; you somehow felt like you were much higher above him, like a benevolent and virtuous Queen.

Esidisi:

• Your sweet and motherly nature was the very first thing to make Esidisi absolutely head over heals for you.

• There were times you made his heart swell to the point of it hurting when he watched you waltz around the house, singing a happy tune as you did chores or cooked.

• Even though you knew he didn't necessarily need to eat, you always questioned if he was hungry and offered to make him food.

• And it was always delicious homemade food at that!

• You absolutely brought life to every room you passed through and it pulsed through everything you made.

• It was as if everything you touched left behind a little magic in his eyes.

• Once, when you two were still in the stages of getting to know one another, you happened to witness him have one of his crying fits for the first time.

• Esidisi had been very stressed that day and of course, it all overwhelmed him and came out in a flood of tears.

• Immediately, you dropped the laundry you were folding the second you heard him start to sob from the other room and ran to see what was going on.

• "Oh my goodness, what happened?" You questioned, coming towards him quickly.

• Even through his barrage of tears, he didn't miss the genuine concern in your voice and the worry etched into your face as you lowered yourself on your knees in front of him, taking his tearstreaked face gently into your hands.

• "Do you need a hug? We can hug!" You told him, opening your arms to him with no hesitation whatsoever as he struggled to get an explanation out through his bawling.

• The way you rubbed his back, crooning for him to take deep breaths, was something that would stay with him forever as usually people tended to just stand back and gawk at him when he was having a meltdown.

• You hardly even knew him and there you were, comforting him and letting him cry all over you as if you had known him your whole life!

• Each time he spent his evenings with his arms wrapped around you as you cooked supper, both of you singing, he was honestly starting to think he had fallen in love with a Goddess in disguise.

Wamuu:

• You were the only person in the world who could make Wamuu, the greatest and fiercest warrior who ever lived, turn into a shy and blushing mess.

• The way you gently touched his arm and smiled up into his face as you spoke to him, asking him if he was hungry or tired after a long day of training, never failed to make this hardened Pillarman turn to mush.

• Your voice was like music to his ears, as if your words always held a secret song.

• When you did things for him, no matter how small on your part, he could always tell it was done purely out of love.

• "I thought you would get cold going out this time of year, so I made you a scarf and mittens!" You said with a smile, presenting him with the hand-knitted treasures one cold winters day when he was getting ready to leave the house.

• Wamuu was never a person to wear clothes at all. In fact, he would never be cold or hot or uncomfortable in any climate in the slightest being an Ultimate lifeform.

• But still, he stared at the folded scarf and mitts with wide eyes, holding them in his hands like one would a baby bird.

• He had seen you knitting on the couch these past few nights, smiling softly to yourself as you hummed and put love in every stitch. He had honestly thought nothing of it at the time but now it all made sense.

• You had spent all your free time making these... just for him?

• From that moment on, whenever he and the other Pillarmen went outside in the snow (doing God-knows-what), you can bet that he was wearing that scarf and mittens.

• With nothing else but his loincloth, of course.

• When the others questioned him as to why he was wearing such ridiculous attire when he had no need for them, he simply stood there with his head held high; his scarf swaying in the wind as he clenched his mittened hands into fists at his sides.

• "With all due respect my Masters; my beloved bride made these for me." He said calmly, the corners of his lips quirking into a soft smile as their expressions morphed into ones of disbelief. "And believe me when I say that I cherish them as much as I cherish her."

• The warrior actually felt a little boost in his pride seeing the little gleam of jealousy in his companions' eyes at his words.

• It only fed his little ego more when he showed up one day with a new knitted hat with a fuzzy pom-pom on top and Esidisi actually cried and asked if you could make one for him too.

Santana:

• Santana had always rightfully believed that all Humans were the same; loud, annoying, primitive, cruel, dangerous...

• That was until he fell in love with you of course.

• You were a kind of Human he wasn't aware existed, a very soft and loving kind.

• You just seemed to radiate feelings that touched his very soul; like a bouncy ball of sunshine.

• If anyone had ever done something even borderline disrespectful to Santana, he wouldn't put hesitate them in their rightful place (in his stomach that was) but you on the other hand; you always brushed any rude behavior from another off with a smile.

• Always curious, Santana often found himself hanging around in the background, watching you carry out your housework routine.

• You didn't mind this of course, you always assured him that you liked his company.

• Sometimes you even lovingly referred to him as your shadow.

• "Would you like to help, Santana sweetie?" You asked him with a smile as you peered over your shoulder; you were rolling out and cutting homemade cookie dough to bake.

• He noticed you were always so patient, praising him for the littlest things; guiding his hands with the rolling pin, showing him how to flour the cutter and carefully peel away the outline of the shapes.

• "A star for my star," you beamed, holding up a warm star shaped sugar cookie for him to take when you had pulled them from the oven.

• He blinked as you waved the freshly baked cookie in his face, taking it carefully.

• A little smile curled around the pastry when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his help.

• You and only you could make him feel tingles from the insides out.

• One of his most favourite routines with you was when you sat on the couch on your phone or watching T.V at night; where you'd invite him to lay his head in your lap.

• Your melodic voice could only be compared to a Princess', your little fingers combing out the tangles of his thick red hair as you hummed to him or talked to him about his day before he was lulled to sleep by it all.

• Your sweetness, your warmth, your empathy; it gave him a hope for Humanity he never had before he met you...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #pillarmen headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #anon ask #my writing

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