#just. thought id share the glee it caused in me

[kagsangel]

doll face, ft. zeke jaeger x fem!reader

summary: reader is at Zeke and Eren’s house during sundress szn for a party with her friends, when reader runs into Zeke after some time apart, things get a bit hot and heavy...

warnings: angst, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), fluff, mentions of alcohol and drink spiking, swearing, teasing

word count: 3-4k

the party was buzzing. the sun hung low in the sky, the air warm with a cool breeze. Armin was chatting to Annie passionately whilst Annie listened with tedious intent. Sasha was bent over the food table, eyes glistening with glee accompanied by a carnivorous grin on her face.  Connie leant against the back wall of the garden, occasionally running a hand over his buzz cut as he spoke to a girl you’d never seen before.  Mikasa and Levi sat brooding in the corner of the gazebo, no doubt gossiping about all the random people Even invited. He told us it was a small get together...there tustve been 100 people milling about the fairly decent sized garden Eren shared with his older brother Zeke.

Zeke.

Zeke is nowhere to be seen - from my point of view anyway. After our ‘tryst’ the last time I was here his presence around our group had waned. Obviously I immediately thought it was because of me, because he regretted what happened between us. like the regretted the way he held me close as he rocked into me, the way he gently kissed and nibbled at the inside of my thighs after he finished devouring my soul through my core, the way he gazed down at me  with such adoration and infatuation as he was rammed his length down my throat with such aggression it made tears run down my stuffed cheeks.

 I snapped back to reality when I began to feel my self salivating at the memory. I shook my head and rose to my feet, straightening out my sundress. “im gonna go freshen up, watch my drink?” I spoke loudly to Pieck who was bobbing her head along to the music. She nodded in acknowledgement before I turned to slip past the writhing bodies on the makeshift dance floor. the bass grew louder as I moved towards the house, the noise slightly disorientating me in my tipsy state. I mounted the stairs to use the upstairs bathroom, larger, quieter, less likely to be ushered out by a horny couple who wanna do bits in there. I push the door shut gently behind me and lean over the sink. 

splashing cold water on my face, I curse when I realise i’m actually wearing makeup, and have probably in fact ruined it. ‘I keep some around here somewhere’ I whisper to myself, frantically feeling under the sink for my special hiding place. I stand in front of the mirror for 10 more minutes, reapplying makeup and reminiscing. my brows furrow in annoyance as I here yelps and laughs from people unknown coming from the garden below. he literally said small, I was looking forward to it being just us, I pondered. I knew it was wrong to be annoyed at him, I mean it is his birthday - but your friends hadn't been all together in one place for a while now, with everyone busy with final year college work, and I miss the old times. 

breathe, think happy thoughts, I spoke internally. so I did just that. I thought of the tall, herculean, blonde bearded man who did you like you’d never been done before. I thought of the filthy things he whispered in my ear as his fingers worked their magic between my legs, causing my back to arch into his throbbing dick. I thought of the way massaged my breasts as he waited for my shaking to subside. I thought of how beautiful he looked sleeping, golden hair lay tousled on his pillow, eyelashes tickling his cheeks as he blinked in his slumber. a sharp knock hit the other side of the door. I jumped and finished freshening up. id prepared my apology to whoever was on the other side by the time I swung the door open, only to find the man I was drooling over not 20 minutes ago stand glaring down at me outside the door. 

shit

“oh” Zeke sounded amused almost, the corners of his plump pink lips were tugged upwards into a small smirk.  

“sorry, downstairs was occupado” I smiled sweetly. I tried to maintain my cool, although it proved difficult. the man I'd got the best head of my life from but hadn't seen or heard from in over 3 weeks was before me in all his glory, and I was supposed to just keep my cool? I had to get out of here before I started yelling I was so mad. i slid past him to go downstairs.

“where do you think you’re going” it was more a statement than a question, but I answered anyway “I don't know if you noticed because you’re so...busy, but theres a party downstairs?” I hit back sneeringly. I didn't mean for it to come out with such vehemence, the alcohol was stopping me from filtering my emotions. Zeke chuckled as he said, “I don't know who you think you’re talking to doll face  but you better watch your damn mouth.”  

god you're even more breathtaking than he remembered. the low hanging sun cast a golden light across the hallway where you stood, illuminating your being in a heavenly glow. 

I scoff and begin my descent down the stairs. “stop” a gruff voice bellowed behind me. I pause in my tracks and spin around to face him. “what, zeke? what could you possibly want that you haven’t already got from me”

“I want you to get back here and pull up your sundress real quick” he states bluntly. I felt like the air had been knocked from my chest. he was so calm, so sure of himself, it was kinda sexy. I sighed heavily as I trudged up the stairs to face him. “you’re not serious...right?” I stare at him quizzically, unsure whether this is a test to see if he's got me on ropes or not. “doll face. if you didn't think I was serious, what are you doing standing in front of me?” theres that smirk again. god it makes me wanna slap him silly. “don’t call me doll face” I scold as I grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him down to my lips. 

his mouth crashed into mine with surprising force, causing me to stumble backwards. large hands catch me by my waist and pull me closer. its hot and heavy, insatiable and agonising. Zeke straightened up with me enveloped in his arms, which then raised me off the floor and had me giggling into his shoulder as he carried me inside the bathroom and kicked the door shut with his foot. I inhaled deeply as I placed starved kisses on his neck. his hands explored every inch of my body he could get his hands on, squeezing my hips so hard I’m sure it would leave marks.

 that was what Zeke liked about you- you let him mark you, claim you as his by leaving trails of reddish-purple bruises from your neck all the way down to my core. 

still entwined with each other, we stumbled backwards until my back hit the sink. my wince in pain was quickly turned into a moan in pleasure as his hands ventured up my thighs and traced along the line of my underwear. “you want more doll face?” he breathed heavily against my ear. I sighed in approval ”use your words” he spoke deeply this time, evoking a substantial amount of arousal to gather between my thighs. “more zeke I need more” I whimpered pathetically into his chest. my body grew hot with embarrassment and infatuation. I almost forgot what he did to me.”you greedy greedy thing” he grinned. a finger slid up my dress and into my damp underwear, gathering up the wetness there for him. he broke the kiss and stared me dead in the eyes. his icy eyes were dark and hooded with lust as he sucked whole heartedly on his glistening finger ‘this man is so filthy it hurts’ I thought as I involuntarily bit my lip. 

it was hard to keep myself from crying out in pure bliss when he dipped another digit into my underwear and massaged my clit, before curling a long finger inside me - hitting my g spot continuously as he pumped in and out of me at a painstakingly slow pace. my hips bucked against him in retaliation, desperate for more friction. “fuck this I can’t wait any longer. turn around doll face” zeke grumbled. 

“pull up your dress for me” I immediately obeyed, hoisting up the fabric to reveal myself to him. i heard him pull his fly down and a soft exhale from behind me as zeke freed his throbbing dick from the denim constraints. he tapped himself on my ass a few times as he moved my lacy black thong to the side to line himself up with my entrance. his tip slid in easily, causing him to suck in a breath. “stop...playing...with me” I heaved gently. the lack of contact had me a mental frenzied state. my whole body ached and throbbed for him, and he was teasing me by rubbing his tip over my clit? now I remember why I was so mad at him. I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back by the way his fingers dug into my hips. I bucked my hips backwards so he was completely sheathed inside me, eliciting a low groan from zeke. 

he finally gave me what i’d been fantasising for weeks. I was full, in my heart... and in my pussy because Zeke was ramming his dick into me with like his life depended on it, drawing out loud moans and gasps from my salivating mouth. “you gotta keep it down doll face or everyones gonna hear you.” he huffed in my ear. I'd be surprised if no one had heard us already, the only noises in the room being the fast pace sound of skin slapping against skin and the lewd noises coming from both of our mouths. one arm snaked around me and found my neglected bundle of nerves, making me groan in ecstasy. he shoved 2 fingers in my mouth silence me, now pounding me against the sink mercilessly. I looked up into the mirror through watery eyes to meet Zeke’s carnal gaze. what a sight to behold, me bent forward, tantalisingly sucking on his digits, Zeke’s brow furrowed in concentration as he rails me one arm working feverantly between my quivering legs. 

“you like that slut? this is what you wanted right? to be fucked like the whore you are by me, and only me” he whispered in my ear, pulling my head back by my hair too have access to my neck, where he sucked pink and purple bruises into my burning skin. his thrusts became sloppier and his grunts turned into groans, he was close. I came in a trembling mess, a wailingly salacious mess - walls clenching around him, sucking him in. he pulled me up to his chest and massaged my boobs underneath the fabric of my dress “huh-uh-f-fuck...fuck thats it angel make me cum” he choked out in my ear as he emptied his load into my pussy. he rode out his orgasm with a few short thrusts before sliding out of me with a heavy sigh. his seed mixed with my arousal oozed out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the tiled floor. I hung my head and leant forward on the sink, catching my breath whilst Zeke cleaned us up, tenderly wiping the fluids from the inside of my thighs and repositioning my underwear.

“you made quite a mess here” he teases. 

“who’s fault is that” I retort as I smooth my hair down and dab my eyes. I pivot to face Zeke who steps closer to me to place calloused hands on my hips. we stand like that for a while, just staring at each other while I gingerly wiped the sweat from his forehead. he gave me a small smile and tilted my head up to place a tender kiss on my lips. this was the most affectionate I'd ever seen him, with like - anyone. maybe it was that post nut clarity...

“you need to go back down, people are gonna miss you” he tells me quietly. I nod as I pull down my dress and straighten out the hem. “you keep wearing dresses like this I won't be able to contain myself doll face” I take another look in the mirror and smile internally. ‘I look like I just got railed into oblivion” I think to myself, Zeke looks more incriminating than i do, cheeks and lips flushed pink, as well as an increasingly large bruise growing on  the side of his neck.  “are gonna you come?’ i ask.

“I already came doll face remember?” he grins mischievously, flashing his perfect teeth. I roll my eyes but can’t help feeling hot at the memory. “don’t get cocky, and don't call me doll face”

#zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #snk zeke #zeke jaeger smut #sundress szn #zeke x fem reader smut #zeke is daddy #Smut #attack on titan #aot #party

[drarryruinedme7]

kinktober, day 26. tattoos

For @pandaburr024 who’s lovely and is always there to cheer me up and send me drarry’s blessed stuff and being with me in this hell of a site since I had like, 2 followers! Love you darling.❤️ thanks sweet @gallifrey1sburning for the beta :3

“Harry— fuck, bloody hell— somebody call Harry Potter!” Ron was screaming frantically, pacing up and down the front hall, a body draped over his shoulders, blood dripping slowly down his face and chest.

“Sir, he’s getting here, I need your IDs—”

“Our IDs?! I’m Ron Weasley! And this is Draco Malfoy, for fuck’s sake! Bloody call Harry or I’ll—”

“Ron!” Harry called, voice steady. He’d heard the ruckus from the corridor of the Magical Accidents ward. “Calm down, mate. What’s happened?”

“Malfoy, he’s—” Ron’s voice was starting to shake. Harry nodded, levitating Malfoy’s body, placing it on a conjured stretcher. He started pushing it, calling a nurse. Ron followed him, breath laboured. 

“We were on a raid,” Ron choked out. “I didn’t see them; fuck, it’s my fault! They cast something on him, I didn’t even hear the spell, Harry—”

The nurse quickly caught up with them and Harry instructed her to take Ron to be examined in Room 4. When Ron tried to argue, Harry pointed to the blood dried everywhere on him, not taking a no for an answer.

Malfoy was brought to Room 5. He was barely breathing, and his vitals were all screwed up. His lips, eyelids, and cheeks were slowly turning blue as Harry cast healing charm after healing charm, trying to find exactly what had been cast on him.

That was when it hit him— with a whirl of his wand, Harry vanished Malfoy’s Auror robes and started scanning every single centimetre of his body until he found the small wound on the inside of his thigh where the caster had cursed him to a slow death. 

Harry sighed— he’d found it just in time. When the danger had passed, Harry took a deep breath and his eyes wandered unwillingly over Malfoy’s skin. He hadn’t noticed while under pressure, but now, his mouth hung open as he took in the multitude of tattoos that were covering Malfoy’s chest. 

***

That had been the first time Harry saw Malfoy’s tattoos.

“You didn’t tell me,” Harry accused a couple of days later at Ron and Hermione’s place. 

“What, that Malfoy’s tattooed? I don’t see why I should have,” Ron replied earnestly, and Harry felt his cheeks heat up. Ron was technically right, but Harry had a huge kink for tattoos and after seeing Malfoy’s… the stark contrast they made on his ceramic skin, the way they fit perfectly with his scars...

“‘Cause that way Harry would have a feeble excuse to obsess over him all over again,” Hermione said smugly. 

“Oh, not again, Harry,” Ron snickered, taking a bite of his cheesecake. “But, well, maybe I should have mentioned he’s coming here for dinner.”

After Harry’s shocked gasp, the night actually went smoothly enough. Malfoy had been pleasant the entire evening, smiling, sharing his thoughts on recent events with Hermione. And, well. Ending up in Harry’s bed only a couple of hours later.

“Impressive,” Malfoy said, spreading his naked figure on Harry’s bed. “I would have never guessed you’d have such a nice house, Potter. Comfy bed, too. Perfect for rough sex.”

Harry’s eyes lit— he reached for Malfoy, climbing onto the bed, slowly pushing him down onto the soft sheets. “Rough will be for another night,” he said. 

Ron and Malfoy had been paired only six months ago, Malfoy had started being kind enough around a month ago, and this was the absolute first time they’d found themselves in bed together.

Still, Harry knew it wouldn’t be the last one. 

Malfoy smirked. “Oh?”

“Tonight,” Harry said, dragging his lips over Malfoy’s pulse point. “I’m going to lick and trace every single one of your scars,” he went on, starting with the small cut that ran along Malfoy’s collarbone. “Of your tattoos.” Harry’s lips traced lower, his tongue peeking out to trace the lines of the dragon tattoo on Malfoy’s left side. “Of your moles,” Harry concluded, sucking lightly against the mole that rested on Malfoy’s right hip, right next to his cock.

Malfoy’s hands flew to grasp Harry’s hair. “Fuck, Potter,” he breathed, squirming under Harry’s ministrations. “Where’s this coming from?”

“That’s another day’s story,” Harry chuckled against Malfoy’s pubic hairs— they were so incredibly soft and light, Harry buried his face in them. “Just as one day, you’ll tell me every story behind your tattoos.”

A giggle startled Harry, who looked up with knitted eyebrows.

“Sorry,” Malfoy said, amused. “Just. You and me, like this. You’re not like I imagined,” he confessed. 

Harry grinned. “Ah, this is only the beginning.” 

They’d had sex slowly, tenderly, that night. Harry still vibrated with glee remembering it. Remembering how he’d spent hours licking every line of Malfoy’s tattoos, how he’d kept kissing them and tracing them with his fingers as he’d buried his cock in Malfoy’s arse.

How he couldn’t stop looking and touching even after they’d come, hushing their names into each other’s mouths, like they were secrets of the utmost importance. 

“Tell me—” Harry had whispered against the constellation tattoo on Malfoy’s arm, cock spent but heart throbbing with feelings, “—everything about you.” 

Malfoy had looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You know a lot already. Too much, probably.”

Harry had shaken his head. “Tell me about the ‘now’ you. Start from these…” 

Malfoy had shivered when Harry’s fingers stumbled upon the narcissus tattoo resting on his left hip, and then squirmed when it started blossoming. 

“Once, there was this spoiled kid…” 

#drarry #drarry squad #drarry ficlet #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #tattoos #tattoed draco #drarry kinktober #drarry kinktober 2020 #probably too fluff for kinktober but well #fluff and smut #i guess #sorry fella sometimes it be like that xD

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. What would you do if your pet suddenly started to talk to you, but nobody else could hear it? Would you assume you'd gone mad or simply be happy for the company? Would you try to convince your friends and family or would you be satisfied keeping it to yourself? Omggg, that would be so trippy. I’d definitely be freaked out at first and think someone slipped me something haha. I think I’d keep trying to talk to her and get her to respond before it really set it in that it was really happening. I’d have so many questions and things I’d want to say. That would be so cool. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have anything bad to say... ha. What if she just started going in on me about everything I’ve said and what she has observed. She’d be like, “girl, you need to get your shit together.” haha. What if she wasn’t as sweet and loving as I think she is? :O lol. Nah, we’d have an even closer bond. (: Anyway, I honestly don’t know if I would tell anyone. I’d certainly want to. I’m positive I would try and record her talking for proof. If not, then maybe I’d try to prove it another way. Like, have my family say or ask her something without me hearing and then ask her about it and tell them what she said. I’d find some way!

2. When you answer the phone, what do you typically say? Is it different depending on whom the caller ID says it is (if you have caller ID)? Generally, just a typical “hello.” Sometimes I’ll say something else when my mom calls. Like, jokingly I might act annoyed and say, “What do you want?” or “Hey, boobala/boob” lol. My family and I call each other those nicknames. 

3. Is there a food that you only recently started to like? If so, what is it and when did you start liking it? How often do you try again foods you don't like to see if your tastes have changed? Prior to a couple months ago I didn’t eat breakfast sandwiches very often and the addition of cream cheese was something new for me. It’s not that I didn’t like breakfast sandwiches before, it just wasn’t something I had too often. My brother got me hooked on this local place that makes ‘em and then we started making our own. I also started eating guacamole with my scrambled eggs. I don’t retry foods I don’t like. If I don’t like something then I just don’t eat it again. 

4. Who would you NOT want to read the surveys you've posted on here? What would most likely happen if they did read it? Is there anyone you actually wish would read your survey answers but whom doesn't? I’m really open on here and share stuff that I don’t express or open up about in person. I can get deep and dark sometimes. I wouldn’t want my family to see some of my responses because I wouldn’t want them to worry or know certain things. There isn’t anyone I know that I want to see my surveys. These are like my personal journal entries. ...that people I don’t know can read... ha.

5. What three things do you think will become obsolete in the next ten years, and why? Hmm. I don’t know. That requires more thinking than I can be bothered to do.

6. Do you watch Glee? If so, which song do you want to hear on there that they have not yet done? If not, which TV show do you think has the best soundtrack? No, I never got into Glee. I’m not sure about which show I’d say has the best soundtrack. I don’t really pay that much attention to that.

7. What do you find to be the most irritating piece of clothing to wear wet? Are you the type of person to go to great lengths to avoid getting your clothing wet? What about your hair? Jeans for sure, but I don’t like wearing wet clothes of any kind. It’s just uncomfortable and makes me cold. I don’t feel I have to go great lengths to avoid getting wet, though. I don’t encounter situations where that could happen all that often. I don’t mind if it’s raining and I get a little wet, but I don’t want to get drenched. I don’t really care about my hair getting wet anymore, but I used to hate it when I actually attempted styling my hair because my hair gets very frizzy and flat when it gets wet. 

8. How often do you witness discrimination? Do you ever speak up about it when you do see it? Or would you only speak up if the discrimination was directed toward you or someone close to you? >> I don't often witness anything, to be honest, since I'm home so often. I don't really have significant experience with blatant discrimination, despite my myriad marginalities. <<< 

9. Do you think you would be able to pull off a crime perfectly, without being caught? What about other lies? For example, cheating on your partner without getting caught? Would you be able to get away with it? No. Not that I have any desire to try, but I know I would be too scared and anxious and make mistakes. Not to mention the guilt. Something would give myself away for sure. 

10. Are you the type to get embarrassed if your parent/parents acts/act your age? Do they do this often? Or do you think it's stupid to put an age on the way one can act? Pfft, my parents are awesome. My mom especially is a lot cooler than me. People love her.

11. Do you know anyone who has divorced and remarried the same person? What do you/would you think of someone who does that? No, not personally.  12. Do you say goodnight to anybody before you go to bed? If so, does it feel weird if you go to bed without saying it to them? My family and I say it to each other and yeah it does feel weird if for some reason one of us doesn’t. 

13. How do you react when you're scared? Do you scream, jump, cover your eyes, etc.? I’m really jumpy and skittish. If it involves a bug, I really freak out and it’s super embarrassing. 

14. Who is the best storyteller you know? What do you find best about their storytelling? Is there an interesting story of theirs you'd like to share? My grandpa was. He always told the best stories and he had a lot of ‘em. They could be quite long and go off on tangents at times, but they always came full circle. And he was really funny, too. 

15. When you check your e-mail account, how much of it do you delete without even looking at it? Do you have a separate account for junk like this? A lot of it, honestly. Some I can tell by the subject line if it’s something of interest to me like a particular sale. 

16. Do you strongly dislike (or even hate) any bands or musical artists? If so, what caused such a strong negative emotion towards them? No, I don’t have any strong negative emotions towards a band or artist. If there’s one I don’t like then I just don’t listen to them, that’s really it. 

17. What are you listening to? Is it something you would normally be found listening to, or just something you've started listening to recently? Yeah, I listen to a lot of ASMR.

18. Does/did your school bus stop directly in front of your house? If not, where does/did it stop? I never had to take the school bus, but no there isn’t one that stops in my neighborhood that I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure where to be honest. I did take the public bus in college sometimes, though. The bus stop isn’t right by my house, but it only took me a few minutes to get to it. 

19. Do you parents have any collections? If so, what do you think of those collections? My dad has his various sports memorabilia and shoes, my mom has a lot of stuff for her favorite football team, shoes, books, Baby Yoda stuff, Disney Loungefly backpacks, and some other knickknacks. 

20. Are there any movies you watch when you're feeling anxious or depressed? If so, what are they, and what about them calms you down and/or lifts your spirits? No, I don’t tend to turn to movies for that. I turn to ASMR and/or another one of my distractions. If I do decide to turn to TV, I just put on something mindless that I’ve already seen that doesn’t require much thinking or paying attention. 

21. Would you rather see a band/artist perform in a small club, an arena, or at an outdoor venue? Why? Which one have you been to most recently? I enjoy arenas, personally. From my experience, I’ve never had to be hugged up on people or feel claustrophobic in an arena. Since I’m in a wheelchair, I’ve always just sat up in the nosebleeds and there’s plenty of space and not a lot of people. I can also see better. At a small club or outdoor venue, people would be standing and I wouldn’t be able to see at all.

22. Do you have a favourite role of Johnny Depp's? If you don't like him, what is your favourite role of an actor you like? I’ve always thought he was a very talented actor. My favorite role of his is Sweeney Todd.

23. If you were in a competition to win your dream prize, and you were allowed to decide what the competition would be (trivia about your favourite band, a foot race, singing, etc.) , what would you choose and why? Uhhh. I feel like I’d still end up losing somehow even if I got to choose the competition, ha. I don’t feel like I’m super knowledgeable or especially great at anything.

24. What is your least favourite thing about the English language? Are there any other languages you prefer besides English? Just how we have words like “read” that can be pronounced differently depending on how its used and silent letters. Like why are silent letters a thing? 

25. Would you be upset if a long-term partner confessed that they had committed a serious crime before you met? How do you think it would affect your relationship? What type of crime are we talking about and did they already serve their time or whatever was required? That would be a very difficult situation to be in to say the least. If we were in a long-term relationship I couldn’t just drop them and end things like that unless they told me they committed a murder. That would cause a whirlwind of emotions and confusion and shock and gah it would be horrible. It’d be difficult because I would know a different side of them and still have feelings for them, but I wouldn’t able to get past something that serious. 

26. Who, out of the people you know, do you think has the most messed-up relationship? Have you ever spoken up about it or do you stay out of it? Have you ever been in a relationship that was really messed-up? No one I know currently. 

27. What emotion have you been feeling most commonly lately? Do you like feeling this way? If not, have you done anything to try to change it? Depressed, moody, irritable, frustrated... that’s been ongoing for years now, though. I hate feeling that way, yet I haven’t done anything to try and change it. :/

28. Why did you/your parents choose to live where you do now? Would you move right now if you were able to? Why/why not? If so, where would you like to go? My mom was born here and majority of her family lived and still live here. I’m not quite sure when my dad and his parents came here. My paternal grandparents lived here for awhile until they moved out of state about 20 years ago. My mom was very close to her parents, but they’ve both passed away 10 and 15 years ago now. But yeah, being near family and already living here was the main reason. There was other stuff, too, like not wanting me or my brother to have to change schools and then we both went to the local UC, which is a really great college. And stuff like my parents’ jobs being here and not being financially able to move. So yeah, it’s a lot of different factors, but we’ve honestly been wanting to move for a very long time. We don’t care much for the city itself. I don’t feel tied here despite living all my 31 years here so far. The last year we’ve gotten a little more serious about it and have taken some necessary steps. My brother is graduating soon and I think after that we’re going to finally do it.

29. Is there a song that you think, lyrically, describes your childhood? Have you ever had a song describe your life perfectly, each and every word? How does it make you feel when you come across songs like this? Not my childhood, but yeah there’s several songs that I just really relate to where the lyrics seem to speak right to me. I like using relatable quotes and lyrics to try and express myself or describe how I’m feeling because they do it much better than I can.

30. Do you tend to befriend people who are of a similar, smaller or larger weight than yourself? (Even if it doesn't matter to you, you can admit it.) Has it always been this way? That has honestly never been a factor when befriending someone... like, that doesn’t matter at all. I don’t know why it would. I’m concerned about a person’s personality, who they are as a person, or whether or not we connect.

31. List a random fact (each) you know about 5 of your favourite survey takers: Lane (@inchoate-surveys) has a dog that looks so much like mine named Finn. Elisabeth @bionic-beth) is a teacher in New York. Robyn (@ssurveys) likes Paramore. Lina ( @iaintgotcontrol) is from Sweden, which I think is really cool. I’d love to visit someday. Lauren (@brilliant-bloss0ms) is into interior design. 

32. Whenever you have a question about something random, are you more likely to ask Google or someone you know? Does it depend on what exactly you want to know? Do you do both? I just Google it real quick.

33. How old were you when you went on your first date? Was there anything you would change about the experience? How do you think it shaped your expectations? If you've never been on a date, what did you like best about the last meal you ate? I was in my early 20s. We went to dinner and a movie, which was how I thought a first date should go. It was nice.

34. If you had to serve a meal to an ambassador from another country that symbolized your country's culture, what would you choose? Do you think s/he would love it as much as you do? Hamburgers, fries, and apple pie. ha. That’s not my favorite meal, though. If I served my favorite food it would be boneless garic parm and lemon pepper wings, ha.

35. If someone broke into your house and robbed you, what could they take that would piss you off or upset you the most? To what lengths would you go to get it back? Has something like this already happened to you before? My laptop, definitely. There wouldn’t be a whole lot I could do to get it back. I mean yeah, I could file a report but I wouldn’t expect to ever get it back. No, thankfully nothing like that has happened before.

36. Do you enjoy watching the special features found on most DVDs? What do you usually enjoy more: the deleted scenes, the bloopers, the audio commentary, or the behind-the-scenes footage? I very rarely ever watched those, but if I did I checked out the bloopers and maybe the behind-the-scenes footage.

37. Do you care at all about the Stanley Cup playoffs? If so, which team are you rooting for, and is it different than the team you're sure will make it to the cup? If you don't care, is your family the type to get right into a sport, or is the topic of sports rarely spoken about in your house? My dad loves sports and my mom has her favorite football that she gets really into, but I have no interest in sports at all.

38. Have you ever had your own flower garden? If so, what are/were your favourite flowers to plant? No.

39. Would you ever date someone who is exactly like your youngest (or oldest, if you're the youngest) sibling? Why/why not? Some of the same qualities, yeah, such as intelligent, hardworking, ambitious, responsible, funny. 

40. Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now? I was terrified of Ghost Face as a kid and now Scream is one of my favorite scary movies.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[in-tua-deep]

Hi, I’m wondering if you have any other ideas about the memory mishap au? Somehow this au is just extremely endearing to me, and I’ve come back to it times to times. In a good mood? Time for mishap au. In a bad mood? mishap au. Sleepy but somehow too tired to sleep? MEMORY MISHAP AU. So yeah I would love to hear your thoughts about this au. Maybe other things that the siblings notice about five? How does he deal with the new appreciation?? Thank you, and have a nice day :>

asdfSADF i’m honored you like it so much !! for all of those following along at home the memory mishap au is this one here where they travel back in time to their 13 year old selves - except Five seems to be missing a good chunk of memory. Oh, say everything since he was actually thirteen. Which means Five does not know about the apocalypse whoops.

anyway the squad run away with Five’s ‘run away’ supplies from a shoebox under the floorboards with some fake IDs and some cash - he was planning on pulling a runner in the original timeline and was in the process of hoarding supplies (Five wanted everything perfect before he proposed any plan, no loopholes about preparedness - but his perfectionism was his downfall and he didn’t tell anyone when he vanished and all his siblings were trapped in the house with no idea of the treasure trove within the house)

-

“Why didn’t you tell me about the plan?” Vanya asks, quietly in the backseat of the van they all may or may not have hotwired from the long term parking lot of an airport. 

She looks Five up and down. He looks excited, thrilled. He looks… unburdened in a way that none of the others do, with the threat of the apocalypse and the Commission hanging over their heads. All they have to go on are the scant pieces of information Five deigned to share with them before jumping them back, which was admittedly little. 

(He looks young.)

He shrugs, looking sheepish. And Five has never exactly been a closed book, but in that terrible week before the apocalypse Vanya only ever saw fear and anger and a terrible yearning grief in him. That’s almost all been wiped away now, replaced by relief and joy and a dash of deep confusion. Not that Vanya blames him for the last one - they’d all changed after seventeen years. 

“I didn’t want to say anything until it was a sure thing.” Five admits, whispering back but it’s pretty clear from the silence of the rest of the car that the others are listening. And from the little roll of his eyes, Five isn’t exactly unaware of this fact. “Plus I wasn’t exactly sure what, uh. Everyone would say.”

To her credit, Allison is on Vanya’s other side and is studiously looking out the window to give as much illusion of privacy as seven 13 year olds crammed in a car can give.

Vanya frowns. “What was your plan, anyway? I don’t think Luther would have left when we were thirteen.”

There’s some sputtering from the driver’s seat where Luther, as the tallest and most likely of the seven to be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old, is smacked by Diego to keep him quiet. Both Vanya and Five are unimpressed with this effort. It’s not like Vanya is wrong, anyway.

Five looks distinctly embarrassed and looks out the window, avoiding looking at Vanya. But more importantly, avoiding looking at Allison. “I had some, uh. Some blackmail.”

“On Luther?” Klaus can’t contain himself and interjects. Ben smacks him, looking over his shoulder apologetically at the backseat trio (now that Ben can actually smack Klaus he’s been doing it with great frequency and with some amount of glee). Still. “We’re talking Luther ‘Good-Two-Shoes’ Hargreeves?” Yeah the smack was never going to stop him.

Five squirms in his seat, looking at his shoes. This has the entire car’s attention on him, barring Luther keeping his eyes on the road but exuding some ferocious concentration his way. “Uh. The blackmail wasn’t on Luther.”

There’s a short pause before Allison whips her head away from the window (abandoning the illusion of privacy) to stare openly at Five. “What?” She demands, loudly. “What the hell did you have on me?”

“Uh,” Five grimaces, “You know, uh. You didn’t uh, you know your hiding spot in the closet?”

“You went through my closet?” Allison shrieks, blood rushing to her face as she remembers exactly the kind of stupid teenage shit she hid away when she was thirteen. Nothing incredibly incriminating, but the sort of embarrassing stuff she wouldn’t want to see the light of day.

“You weren’t exactly subtle!” Five shot back, crossing his arms defensively. “You never close your door!”

“You spied on me? You little shit!” Allison lunges across the car, squishing Vanya who protests loudly, as Five squeals against the assault, batting back at Allison.

“Hey! Hey!” Luther yells back at them, “I will pull this car over so help me, quit it!”

“Don’t make me tell them about all your stupid crushes!” Five threatens, “I know exactly what stupid magazine pages you kissed!” 

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Allison howls, being pushed back by a particularly ruffled looking Vanya.

“No! No go on!” Klaus eggs on, looking absolutely delighted at this conversation. He’s laughing and has actually unbuckled his seatbelt in order to turn around and kneel over his seat to watch the chaos unfolding. 

“Klaus put your seatbelt back on.” Diego reprimands instantly. Klaus, predictably, ignores this. 

“I want to switch seats!” Five demands, since Allison is still glowering with intent to smack. The Cain instinct is strong at the moment. 

“If anyone should get to switch seats it’s me!” Vanya interjects, deeply aggrieved after the treatment of being generally steamrolled over since she’s in the middle seat. At this, both Allison and Five have the decency to look at least a little bit abashed. 

“We need to get gas in a bit anyway.” Luther points out, “Vanya can have shotgun, then.”

Diego makes an offended noise, considering the fact that he is the one currently in the front seat next to Luther. 

“It’s time to switch around!” Luther says, sounding a little offended even as he hunches his shoulder up around his ears. “It’s you guys turn to sit in the back anyway.” Five’s noticed that Luther hunches a lot more now, as if he is constantly expecting to be far too big. He wonders just how tall their already tallest sibling ends up being and makes a mental note to ask. 

(The others gave Five a crash course in the future, but understandably plenty of details were glossed over or forgotten about as being unimportant. He knows Luther was on the moon but isn’t aware of his father’s questionable experimentation on Number One.)

“How come you aren’t included in this whole turn taking thing?” Diego demands with a scowl.

“‘Cause I’m tallest and least likely to get pulled over.” Luther states evenly. It’s a discussion that’s been had on way more than one occasion. 

“You’re not even that much taller than me yet!” Diego protests, a scowl upon his face. 

“How tall does Luther get?” Five cuts in, leaning forward in curiosity. 

“Super tall.” Klaus offers, a lopsided grin on his face, “Diego just happened to not grow after thirteen. Tragic, honestly.”

“Shut up!” Diego snaps, twisting around, “He’s a fucking liar! If anyone of us didn’t grow after thirteen it’s Vanya!”

Five looks at Vanya and she just shrugs. It’s not like it’s not true, after all. “It’s kind of nice to not have to crane my neck to look at everyone. Like, the whole family got super tall except for me. I’m half convinced Dad was slipping growth drugs into you guys food or something.”

“Did I get tall?” Five asks, bouncing a little. 

The car descends into a seriously awkward silence. The grin on Five’s face falters. “Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess, uh. Right.”

“We didn’t get to see you as a grown up.” Ben tells their sibling quietly. “You told us you were fifty-nine when you came back, and I don’t know how long you worked for the Commission for, but I think you grew up in the apocalypse.”

“Less than five years.” Luther adds, getting the whole car’s attention. He cringes a little at the eyes on him. “Uh, before Diego came in me and Five uh, had a little heart to heart and stuff. Five years is the length of a contract at the Commission, apparently? So uh. You were with them for less than five years.”

“You were short.” Klaus says with the kind of authority that makes everyone look at him in more than a little confusion. Klaus shrugs. “Look, he showed up in that suit, right? And it wasn’t all that big on him. That means he didn’t grow that much taller, or he’d have been tripping over his pants.”

Five sinks back in his seat, looking mightily disappointed. Vanya pats his shoulder in shorty solidarity. 

“To be fair!” Klaus gestures, breaking the moment, “You were like, starving for like, all of that? I’m pretty sure you mentioned eating cockroaches?” Five pulls a disgusted face at that particular revelation, “But what I mean is! Starvation could have totally stunted your growth. So you might be tall this time around!”

“We’re gonna see Five grow up this time.” Ben says out loud, and the car takes a moment to process that. None of them could imagine an adult Five, not after he’d lived on immortal in their memories as a young teen. 

“I get to see you guys grow up as well?” Five points out, half because it’s true and half to break the awkward mournful attitude that fell. “This isn’t exactly a one way street, idiots.”

“And you don’t ever have to eat a single cockroach ever again!” Klaus cheers, Five pulling yet another face at the very thought. “And hey, if you don’t ever get your memories back then you won’t even remember eating cockroaches!”

Another pregnant silence.

Five shifts again. “Guys, I’m not gonna give up on getting my memories back just because I’m a little grossed out. Klaus is just being… Klaus. I’m gonna get them back eventually, I just need to figure out what equation I used to get back and figure out what went wrong. A piece of cake.”

No one brings up the fact that it had taken Five forty-five whole years to figure out the whole ‘going back’ equations after attempting time travel.

“Is now a bad time to request a bathroom break?” Vanya breaks in bluntly, unwilling to sit through this conversation for a single second longer. It startles a laugh out of Klaus and breaks any and all of the tension as Allison hesitantly seconds the request and Klaus starts demanding they get snacks if they’re to continue this road trip.

-

BUT YEAH I do like this au even though I don’t usually write after canon stories SO i mean technically it’s not au until season 2 comes out amiright ;3c

there’s a lot for the siblings to learn about one another, and i’m not talking about the road just between five and every else and vice versa. These losers haven’t seen each other in like, eleven years and no one except Klaus has seen Ben in even longer than that OOF none of them really know one another anymore since they’ve been very much out of one another’s lives

honestly the au right now is mainly the kids running off and stealing cars and travelling while stealing on the down low to keep themselves going and i’m actually thinking of having them run into Hazel and Agnes (who are touring the bird places that was the original plan to begin with) and Agnes isn’t about to let all these tiny children go off into the unknown!! Especially if they’re being hunted! They could get killed, Hazel. They’re just kids!

And Five is just kind of like “??? whomst? oh this is the guy with the bear mask? didn’t he like? torture Klaus and help kill Diego’s love interest or like, is that a different person. Y’all need to like, write down every single detail for real I feel like there was 0 communication between all of you for that entire week.”

and Hazel is just like,, surprised_pikachu.jpeg as they all explain that Five has a little uh,, amnesia problem and Hazel gets to meet an Actual Child with the face of the assassin he fought against and hunted down and it’s weird okay shut up

and look they wouldn’t consider it except for the fact that having some Actual Adults around would probably help since they’ve already had to skedaddle from several places after being eyed just a little too hard by concerned shopkeepers and citizens and whatnot for being seven teens on an apparent road trip

Klaus demands piggyback rides and Hazel is just kind of like “are you sure it’s Five who lost his memories and is a child again” and they others are all just kind of “oh yeah you get used to him just sort of power through it.”

honestly just general siblings shenanigans pleases me which is why we have the earlier scene between five and allison that i have exactly 0 regrets about #bless

#memory mishap au #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #hazel #tua hazel #agnes #tua agnes #this was a lot of fun to write tbh #allison and five are me and my brother while vanya is my sister forever trapped in the middle seat

[farfallasunicas]

Sneak peak of new story:  A thousand Cuts

Author's NOTE:

Sarah is honestly based on a character I used to RP in @wellwoodrp with the URL of @saribearpuckerman (Still on as an archive if you want to read some of her interactions). This rp was an AU glee twin Rp that was a twist on the master/slave theme where characters like Sarah, Blaine, and Sebastian were residents and characters like Kurt, Kinsey and Joe were Residents. I just loved her and couldn't part with her even though I left the rp for personal reasons, especially the relationship she had with Blaine known as Blarah with @justbreatheblaine . At the time of the RP she was 15 but sticking to the time line she'd be about 19 right now. I'll also post info from her bio from the rp as well. This story takes place after they all leave for Wellwood since I just couldn't let this character go. She is now going by Anderson instead of Puckerman due to her mother practically disowning her when she left. She's seeing everything as a new start.

Sneak peak of Part one

A/n:  I  JUST WANT TO remind this is  a character that started in a RP whose story I wanted to continue, how I am writing  them is how they were portrayed.  I hope that you like it. Please let me know.

 It was late Friday night, everything seemed perfect; Blaine and Kurt were both attending NYADA and Blaine’s little sister Sarah was attending Columbia. They had just finished midterms and their fall break started on Monday.  Sarah and her boyfriend Sebastian decided to celebrate by going to Callbacks, a local NYADA hang out’s karaoke night, though Sarah would most likely be too shy to go up and sing though Sebastian loved the spotlight.   Kurt and Blaine on the other hand decided to celebrate with a quiet night in, after all the craxiness of their school years so far they thought a night in would be the perfect choice.  They had just cleaned up after their meal and put in “Moulin Rouge,” which was one of their favorite movies and began to settle down when Blaine’s phone rang.

 “Don’t answer that” Kurt who had his head in Blaine’s lap demanded. “This is our time, we said no distractions”.  Blaine nodded at Kurt before looking at the caller id to see if it was something he could send to voicemail or would have to answer right away.

“It’ Sarah” Blaine responded going to answer  when Kurt let out a huff and rolled his eyes figuring Sarah and Sebastian just had  a misunderstanding  and Sarah was blowing it all out of proportion.  Blaine gave his boyfriend a weird look before answering his phone right before it went to voicemail. “Hey Munchkin, what’s going on?”

“Sebby dumped me and left with some guy I'm here alone “ Sarah was sobbing so hard, and had a hard time catching her breathe causing her words come out fast, jumbled, and unable to be understood.

“Sari, honey take a deep breath for me then tell me again, I couldn’t understand you” Blaine, who himself had panic attacks before was doing his best to keep his voice and demeanor calm, cool and collected so his little sister would hopefully mimic him and calm down so she could be understood, or at least enough that he could figure out what was going on.

“Is she drunk?”  Kurt asked knowing his best friend Sebastian had a fake id, and had offered to hook kKurt and Blaine up with them before, so he probably got Sarah one was well.

“Shh” Blaine whispered trying so hard to make out Sarah’s words again.  “C’mon Princess, calm down a little more then tell me”

Sarah took a deep breath and tried her best to make her words clear. “Sebby dumped me through a song at call backs,   left with a guy and left me here alone” but once again her words came out jumbled as the Sobs were stronger, and Blaine could tell his little sister was in panic mode.

“Stay right there, stay with Pascal, the bartender, anyone or place you feel safe near. I’m on my way!”

 “What’s going on?” Kurt asked, he was a little upset that Blaine was planning to bail on him, but he still didn’t want Blaine to think he hated someone he was so close to, or that he was jealous.

“All I could understand was Sebby, Callbacks and Alone” Blaine responded. “I have to go get her, I haven’t seen her this upset in a long time”

“Blaine, honey she’s 18, you’ve eventually have to let her solve her own problems instead of running into save her all the time” Kurt responded trying to hide his emotions.

“Right, she’s 18! At a Bar! Alone!” Blaine snapped not seeing how Kurt could not see how he had to go. “She could possibly be drunk, I don’t know and she’s a beautiful young girl, in NYC, in a bar, alone…. As her big brother I cannot leave her in a vulnerable position like that!  I wouldn’t leave any of my female friends in a situation like that!”

“Firstly, she’s not your sister! She’s your friend you think of that way!  Secondly she’s the one who chose to go out, we promised no interruptions, call her an uber, that way you’re still helping and not breaking your promise to me” Kurt snapped back his jealousy starting to boil.

“She might as well be my sister” Blaine refused to give into a fight like Kurt wanted and was staying as calm as could though on the inside he was anything but. “You knew from the first day we met that we thought of each other as siblings. It's one of the first things she and I explained when you asked about her, who you loved at that point when she set us up”  

 At this point Kurt’s frustration at Blaine leaving and his jealously reached its climax. “She goes by Anderson like a crazy person, we had two years without her! And it was perfect!  She’s just a spoiled little rich girl whose use to getting everything she wants and wrecks things when she’s not getting her way.  Plus the whole brother/ sister thing that you guys claim to have is absolutely insane and has gotten ridiculous! Siblings don’t act like you two do!  Friends do. Siblings also don’t kiss or share a bed or anything you guys do! “Kurt was angry and didn’t care if he was hurting Blaine or not. He couldn’t believe that Blaine was putting Sarah first when he hadn’t for two whole years.

   Blaine was extremely hurt by what Kurt had said.  Why hadn’t Kurt brought this up before? Kurt used to love Sarah and talk about how she was his baby and   he had no idea where all of this was coming from.  Blaine made sure that they both got time with him, probably spending more time with Kurt then Sarah but still he had to remain Composed. “We’re going to talk about this later, but Sarah goes by Anderson because her mom kicked her out to be with her whatever he is and my mom had a temporary guardianship of Sarah. When she turned 18 and finally got away from our town she changed it to Anderson because she wanted a new start, which you already knew and I’m sorry I hurt you but right now the girl whose been my hero more times than I can count needs me to be hers”    Blaine flashed the puppy eyes,   before heading out the door.

“Fine, I’ll call Sebastian and get the real story” Kurt yelled after him, having to get the last word in at the moment.

#ocappreciation #occommunity #glee oc #oc:Sarah Anderson #my writing #sneak peak

[emotionalsupportfiction]

Something really bummed me out so when life gives you lemons… write stuff about it right? I admit this is more of a... “I just want to comfort myself” fic or Drabble but I still wanted to share

How would RGB comfort their crush in certain situations. Scenario is overthinking another person’s reaction. I have a preference for writing scenarios where the reader is the crush rather than an established relationship (BECAUSE I LOVE THE PINING. Its my favorite trope flavor!!), hmmmmmmmmmmm….

Also warning... I give really stupid nicknames, you’ll know what I’m talking about soon.

Python

Python tried as his best to read the message displayed on your screen as objectively as he could. He didn’t know your childhood best friend personally so there was hesitation on his end to say anything negative about them. He glanced at you sitting on the bleachers, then returned his focus on message.

—

You: sent an image

You: BESH! BESH! remember that competition I joined??? the writer’s thingy! well I WON. i thought i’d get an honorary mention but i got first place!

Their response came after thirty minutes

Besh<3: oh that’s great congrats

—

A bit dry, even for him, but he wasn’t about to jump to conclusions. You on the other hand rode that overthinking train hard and fast. More tears started streaming down your face, your sleeves could barely keep up with their flow.

“Maybe I’m overthinking things. I just I don’t know…” you managed to say through the stream of tears. “Ya expected a different reaction?” you nodded at his input.

He rubbed the back of his neck, he hated seeing you cry, double this time around since that writer’s competition meant a lot to you. Python witnessed how much effort you put into your submission, you even asked him to read it. You had talent, he’d told you time and time again but you always second guessed yourself.

Getting you to join the competition was a collective effort from him, Forsyth, Lukas, and your best friend, so even he was stumped with their flat reaction. He handed your phone back and pulled out a few more tissues, wiping your tears with them. “Geez sunshine, I ain’t gonna pretend I know what’s up with your bestie.” He sat himself right beside you on the bleachers, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Maybe you could ask them later? Get their side of the story first, I get that this stings. This is your big win and you wanna celebrate it with them.”

“Am I being selfish? I want them to be happy with me, for me. Maybe I’m asking too much? Maybe… my win means nothing…”

“Hey.” You turned your attention to him, more tears streaming down your face. Python reached out and wiped  away the waterworks as best he could while a sigh escaped his lips. “You worked your butt off for that piece, its your time to shine, and shine you did. A victory party is in order, enjoy yourself, easier said than done given the situation but sunshine… don’t let one person rain on your parade m’kay?” he opened his arms slightly, motioning if you wanted a hug. You went in for a quick side hug then pulled away. “Sunshine…” he lightly tapped his knee against yours a few times “I ain’t the best stand-in for your best friend but I’m here for you. We could grab a bite to eat after class. Let’s drag Fors and Lukas into our little celebration if you’re up to it eh? Whaddya say?” he tapped his knee against your while wiggling his eye brows at you.

Hard to refuse that offer, seeing how much effort Python put into cheering you up. Your schoolmate always looked overworked and tired, a bit grumpy too. Like if you wasted his time he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you off but after getting to know him, he really did care about his friends and was supportive in his own special way. “A little party sounds like a great idea Py…” talking to him lifted some of the anxiety and sadness you were feeling, its nice to be reminded that there are other people out there who are rooting for you.

—

Later that night, after the victory party, you followed Python’s advice and calmly messaged your best friend.

You: hey besh, i want to talk to you about something , its been on my mind for awhile

It took a while for them to respond

Besh<3: what about?

You: remember when I texted you about my win? i don’t want to sound demanding but i just want to be honest. i was kinda disappointed with your response. kinda expecting you to be happier for me but something tells me you have something on your mind… you wouldn’t reply like that to me.

Besh<3: …

Besh<3: oh besh… i just didn’t want to ruin your moment. i really am happy for your win but a lot of things happened around the time you messaged me.

You: hey… talk to me okay? what’s going on?

Besh<3: well… we rushed Gouda to the vet cause he just refused to eat anything

Now that made sense, Gouda was their cat they’d had for as long as you could remember, no wonder they weren’t as enthusiastic.

Besh<3: vet said it could be old age and we might have to put him down

Besh<3: i really wanted to be happy for you. i’m so sorry, i should’ve tried to be happy for you. please forgive me…

You: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?

You: OMG BESH, Gouda is  family! No! No! don’t apologize, you had a lot going on. i should apologize for not checking up on you first

Besh<3: i’m sorry…

You: i’m sorry too… i felt like something was off with your message but i went ahead and started overthinking things

Besh<3: i don’t want to play blame games besh but i am happy you opened up to me about your feelings. this could’ve been avoided if i’d been more open about what was going on my end

Besh<3: i just want you to know i’m so happy for you

Besh<3: you worked hard on that and you deserve first place

You: ;A; BBBBBEEEEEEEEESSSSSH!!!! i’m sorry for not checking up on you first

You: i want to give you a hug so bad right now! is it alright to ask about Gouda? its totally fine if you don’t want to talk about him. wanna FaceTime? i’m here for you okay, need to cry it out over the phone id gladly listen okay?

They FaceTimed you, you both had a good cry and talked for over an hour. That call made you feel a lot better and they promised to keep you updated on Gouda’s condition.

—

AAAsunshine: hey py-py thanks for cheering me up. talked to my bestie, they had some stuff going on but we sorted it out

mightyanaconda: glad to hear it sunshine and happy to help

AAAsunshine: ill see you at school tomorrow, night cobra

mightyanaconda: ugh… i have to see your face again tomorrow??

mightyanaconda: JK

mightyanaconda: ait see ya and sweet dreams sunshine 😘

mightyanaconda: btw just wanna say this. congrats on your win sunshine. ya worked hard and you deserve the win m’kay? yar a winner sunshine

AAAsunshine: ooooh praise from you??

mightyanaconda: heh savour it, praise from me is worth more than bitcoin 😎

AAAsunshine: 😒😒😒

AAAsunshine: wow such praise much wow. anyways, thanks again cottonmouth. night night

mightyanaconda: happy to serve… i guess. Sweet dreams 😉😘

Forsyth

Fosryth couldn’t have been happier for you, while you didn’t win the school talent show both the Glee club and Chorale group were battling it out to convince you to join either of them. All you wanted to do in that moment was to savour your accomplishment. Stage performance had always given you anxiety but their was this desire in you to perform as well. Fosryth, your sister, Lukas, and even Python had advised you to give it a shot, you had talent after all and that was worth sharing with the world.

You couldn’t help but smile at both the Glee and Chorale leaders but “I’ll have to think about it” was your response to their passionate invitations, Forsyth had to politely ask them to leave after they’d begun heckling you once more.

Once your “recruiters” left you poked Forsyth on the cheek “Thank you Fors.” You said in a sing-song manner, he came in for a big hug “Congratulations! I haven’t the clue why you didn’t win first place!! But you were amazing on stage!” he released you and took the guitar case from you.

“Oh you exaggerate! But I’m glad that’s over with, it wasn’t so bad.” You giggled to yourself “I might even try it again.”

You could feel Forsyth beaming with excitement “If that’s the case, the next time we have school event and in need of an intermission number you’ll be first on the list! I promise that! Why I’ll even plan more school events so you can perform more!!” he balled his fist in excitement. Without skipping a beat Forsyth changed the direction of the conversation “Oh! Do you want to stop by the café before going home? Just a small celebration, I know you must be tired but I’d really like to celebrate…” he paused for a bit, a very faint blush painting his cheeks ”… This with you.” He finished his sentence sheepishly

Either you were too dense or didn’t want to color Forsyth’s thoughtfulness. He treated everyone cordially and was always happy to help so you had assumed he was this nice to everyone. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, making you focus elsewhere.

—

mightyanaconda: sent a video

mightyanaconda: here’s a short video of your number bubbles, its got all the good bits in it

mightyanaconda: if ya want the full vid let me know

bubz: thank you python~

—

Your sister had always been your supporter ever since you were children. She wasn’t musically gifted herself so when you picked up singing and guitar, she backed you up by 2000%. That video would thrill her

You: sent a video

You: hey sis eat your heart out, your younger sibling’s a star!!

Focusing your attention back on Forsyth who’d been waiting patiently for your response, he gripped the handle of your guitar case nervously “I’m so sorry Forsyth.” you rubbed his arm “Python just send me the vid. I just had to send off to my sister right away about the café thing, I’d love to but don’t you want to drop off the guitar case at my place first?”

“Oh oh! Don’t you worry about me! I can carry this around.” He lifted the case like a dump bell. You silently admired how he had just flexed his rather toned arms at you but you more worried about accidentally breaking the guitar.

“I’m sure you’ve lifted heavier things Fors but I’d like to keep that as safe as possible? Minimize chances of damage.” He turned beet red. “I didn’t mean to-! Your things are important and I’d want to avoid anything that would damage-“ you pressed two finger on his lips “I get it Forsyth, its fine.” You smiled to reassure him

—

You set your case at the corner of your apartment’s living room and decided to check your phone as you made your exit. “Weird.” You thought, your sister had seen your message but no response came. Was your performance so dazzling that it left her speechless? You were sure the green haired bouncing ball of energy outside would agree but something about this didn’t settle well with you. Flipping through your contacts, you dialed your sister’s home phone right away but there was no answer. Your face began to dark as you stepped out the door, greeting Forsyth with a serious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Maybe I’m just overthinking things but she hasn’t responded to me, I wonder if she’s okay?”

“Your sister I take it?” you nodded in response while you gave her cellphone a ring. Your call went straight to voice mail that prompted you to give her a call a few more times. After six called she finally picked up

“What do you want?” that’s not the greeting you had hoped for, she sounded really irritated

“Uh…” there was a negative vibe that seeped through the call but you tried your best to remain chipper “I sent you the video of my number for the talent show. I did it! Finally –“ you heard an exasperated sigh from the other side, stopping you from saying anything else.

“Look… you picked a really bad time. I’m just not in the mood right now okay?” that broke your heart, you were expecting her to be happier and excited like Forsyth but that wasn’t the case. Sadness and disappointed slowly began turning into mild anger.

“I don’t get you… you’ve been pushing me to do this since we were kids and now you just…”

She cut you off with another sigh that was much louder “I told you now is a bad time okay? Just leave me alone for a bit okay!?” and with that your sister hung up.

Forsyth tried his best to fish out his tissues to catch your falling tears but you’d already started crying a river.

—

He wasn’t sure how to comfort you, he had no words and he was careful not to say anything mean or negative about your sibling. The only thing he could offer you was a hug and you clung to him, crying it out into his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t be this upset!” you were a blubbering mess “Its just a stupid performance, I’m blowing it out of proportion like a spoiled brat!!”

“Its understandable that you’d be upset. Your performance is NOT stupid or unworthy of praise! Don’t discredit yourself like that!” he hugged you even tighter, he could feel you getting hiccups from crying so much.

You pulled away, wiping both tears and snot off your face with another tissue. Your living was now littered with used tissues and another one was added to the pile “Was it wrong for me to expect her to be happy for me?”

“NO!” he shook his head furiously “I don’t know what’s going on with your sister but…” he took a long pause to gather his thoughts “You were amazing while you were performing. You’ve got both the talent and the passion for it, it really shows. The way you put so much effort when you practice and the emotion your voice carries when you sing. A voice like that should be shared with the world if you ask me so I’m really happy you went ahead and performed in spite of your nervousness. I’m really, truly proud of you.” He hugged you again, it was warm, sincere, and comforting. “I’ll… always be one of your adoring fans.”

Forsyth realized how over the top and mushy what he just said was, his face burned. “I-I-I know what else we can do to help you feel better! We never got to go to café, I’ll step out for a bit and grab some food there! I’ll come back of course!” he quickly let you go, grabbed his jacket and made a mad dash for the door. He was redder than a tomato, heart drumming rapidly against his chest.

—

You had very little time to process what had just happened, right on cue your phone started buzzing. You checked the screen and saw your sister’s name, you took a deep breath before answering the call.

“He-hello?”

“Hey… I’m really sorry about earlier. You could tell I was angry but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

You felt the tears well up once more “I should’ve been more sensitive to you, I could tell by your voice you weren’t in the mood, should’ve just given you sometime and talked to you once you were ready.”

“Nope kiddo, this is all on me. I suck at being your number 1 fan but I’m proud of you. You’ve moved on from singing on top of the bed to singing on an actual stage.” That was fond childhood memory, you both would pretend your parents’ bed was a stage or stadium, and you lip sync to your favourite songs while your sister pretended to be a fan in the crowd. “I watched the video, its not the full video so you better send me that so I can put that on repeat! You did an even better job at the song than the original artist! Can I put it on my tiktok and make you famous?” you could tell she was doing her best to make up for her outburst a while ago.

“Aw c’mon that’s laying it on too thick.” You breathed in deeply as you held the phone closer to your ear “Hey… I am worried about you, you know that right? So what’s up on your end?” you heard her scoff on the other side

“Don’t worry about that for now, I’ll fill you in later. I don’t want to think about anything negative and just want to celebrate this with you!” a beat passed “Also… I’m really curious who that green haired guy is in the video… your boyfriend? When did you learn to keep juicy secrets from me?”

Boyfriend? Green hair? Only Forsyth came to mind and then the memory of him holding you close and getting all sappy a while ago rushed through head. A hot blush raged across your face “He-HE isn’t my boyfriend!” you managed to sputter out

“Hohoho! He seems quite taken by you!” the relentless teasing continued

“What makes you say that?!” you tried to fan yourself to calm down the blush.

“Seriously? You saw the video right?”

Actually, you hadn’t watched the video of your performance. You swiped out from the call and checked the video Python had sent you. It started normal enough, you in frame, the video would cut out to a different portion of your performance but one segment really stood out. Who would’ve guessed that Python would mischievously add a clip of his best friend gushing about you.

“Oh…” you heard Forsyth sigh affectionately in the video “They sound like an angel Python. I can’t take my eyes off them… I could watch and listen to them all day and night…” the video transitioned back to you on stage.

You could hear your sister making kissy sounds on the other side of the line while laughing hard. Embarrassed beyond reason, you tried your best to clear things up with your sister. Forsyth could come back any minute with the food and you didn’t want to get caught talking about him. Your sister continued to tease you and ask you to call her back once you were done with your “date”. Circumstance must’ve been playing tricks on you, Forsyth so conveniently returned at that moment with food.

“Hoh? You left the door unlocked? I’ve returned with food though, sorry I took so long. I passed by another shop and bought you something from there as well.” You could hear your sister cackling maniacally before hanging up. Keeping calm after seeing the video was going to be challenge but you managed to have a small food party and update Forsyth that you and your sister were okay now. As it was getting late, he said he’d have to go but not before giving you one last hug. You bonked yourself on the head for being so oblivious to the possibility of him having feelings for you.

—

Superman: Happy to announce I’ve made it back home!  I’m glad I was able to cheer you up even a little bit. I’m even happier to hear you’ve spoken to your sister. 

You: Glad you’re home safe! Thanks Forsyth, I’d probably be sulking all night long if it wasn’t for you

Superman: I’d do anything to cheer you up. I’ll even act like a clown if it means putting a smile on your face!

You: Don’t over do it green bean.

You: Oh, I spoke with my sister. Apparently, she lost her job that’s why she was all bummed out.

Superman: !!!

Superman: Maybe I could help her out with job hunting? Although my contacts are from around our area, is she particular about the location?

You: Thanks Fors but my sis has a plan and sent her resume to several prospective employers. I appreciate the effort and concern though

Superman: Well anything to help you out

Superman: I mean anything to help someone in need out

You: I’m heading in for the night. Forsyth, thank you so much for being there for me, you’re the sweetest and the best. Night night. 😙

Superman: 😳

Superman: Sleep well and sweet dreams, can’t wait to see you tomorrow!

Superman: UH I mean, its always great to see you because I know you’re okay and not sick… and… and

Superman: You know what… I’ll just stop talking… Good night.

Lukas

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Lukas gave you a gentle smile “I read your paper, your passion and grasp of the topic shined through. Professor Evans echoes my opinion, you wrote an excellent paper.” You couldn’t help but stare at the post-it your professor stuck on your hard copy.

“Your final research summary paper was an excellent application of all the concepts we’ve learned in class. I want to congratulate you on your effort and dedication, you’ve earned the A+ and, if you’d allow me, I’d like to add your work to a journal I’m working on. You will be fully credited of course, its just my personal collection of student’s work.”

You’d lost count at how many times you’d re-read the note, how many times you’d replayed the commendations. The high you were feeling was difficult to complain and you found yourself tugging Lukas’ sleeve “You helped me too! You proofread my drafts and pointed out areas of improvement. Professor also commended your paper!” he shook his head in response

“My input was probably only worth two-percent of your mark, everything else was your hard work. With that being said our A’s could only mean we’ve passed the course with flying colours.”

“That calls for a celebration! So another coffee party or…” you fished out your phone and hurriedly looked up something up “Do you want to try this place out?” he inched closer to you to look at your screen “This place has started selling coffee jelly but they’ve got other items on the menu.”

His eyes perked up at the word “coffee”, his favourite “drug” of choice “I do like the sound of that, I’ll just drop off something at the learning center and we can head out. I believe you don’t have anymore classes for the day?” you gave him a thumbs up in response and told him you’d wait for him outside the school. Perfect opportunity for you to text your cousin about your “little” academic victory. You’d always been close with your cousin, granted that you grew up together. Both of you lived in the same area, so you’d alternate sleepover parties in each other’s houses. For college though, you’d gone to different institutions, you’re cousin chose a place in your hometown while you went to a busier city’s university. Though you’d gone different paths, you still texted each other almost everyday

—

YouAbu: Cuz! I got an A+ on my final psych paper! When I visit for break you better treat me to pizza!

kingkong: What’s new? You’ve always been the smarter one so that isn’t news to me heh 😜

YouAbu: LOL What’s with that? You can’t weasel your way out of treating me with pizza!

kingkong: uh 🤨 why would I reward something that comes naturally to you? Learn to drive stick then come back to me xD

YouAbu: whatever 😒… you owe me pizza🍕🍕

—

What was that about? Everything your cousin said just irritated you for some reason. Granted they always had a certain “edge”, as you would describe it, in the way they talked that didn’t really bother you because you’d gotten used to it through the years. But something about this situation coupled with what they said irritated you.

—

Lukas was far too preoccupied trying to read your mood than enjoy his coffee jelly. He watched as you playing with the metal straw in your mouth as you drummed your fingers on the table. He cleared his throat to break the silence “Something’s bothering you I take it, I’m all ears if you’re willing to share.”

Pushing the metal straw away with your lips as you let out a dry laugh “Last time I checked I’m the one studying therapy…” he quirked an eyebrow at your response but continued to observe you, the way Lukas would look at other people, it always seemed like he was putting others under a microscope. You’d grown used to that habit of his, you didn’t find it off putting at all. “Have you told your family about you’re A?” you quickly changed the subject

“I doubt they’d care. You know my older brother wants nothing to with me, my father on the other hand would simply respond with something along the lines of getting good marks are what’s expected of me.” He gave a smile, the kind that was all show, the kind that masks something underneath.

You could relate to his situation at the moment “I know how that feels…” you took a long sip of your drink “I thought this person would celebrate with me but their reaction simply irritated me.” Stirred your drink with the straw

“Sounds like we only have each other to celebrate our personal victory.” He leaned in a bit “If it helps you take the edge off things, I don’t mind you venting to me.” You slid your phone to him, the exchange between you and your cousin on the screen. Lukas read through it, took a quick glance at you before closing his eyes with a sign. That was your cue, he signalling you to start venting.

“I just… everything they said rubbed me the wrong way. Especially that bit about me getting A’s expected, I don’t just sit down ,write a test or paper then manifest an A.” you tapped the table as you spoke “Good grades don’t just ‘come naturally’ to me Lukas neither does it ‘come naturally’ to you.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest with a huff.

Lukas would be lying if he said he didn’t understand how you felt. “You don’t like it that people have a certain expectation of you.” You nodded in response “But you did expect your cousin to react in a certain way, did you not?” you flashed an angry look at your companion. Did he just defend your cousin? “I don’t mean to exacerbate your irritation. What your cousin just said, that good grades come naturally to you and are to be expected of you, failed to consider all the hard work and effort you put into your studies. As you said, we don’t just sit down and conjure up A’s.”

“What are you getting at Lukas?”

“I don’t know your cousin as personally as you do but I think they’re unaware that you find such comments disagreeable.” He tilted his head

“They’ve known me since we were kids.” He noticed your shoulders tense up as you said this

“You thought they’d react in a certain way and they thought you’d be okay with a comment like that.” He took a bite of his coffee jelly “The best option to take is to talk to them and let them know how they made you feel. The fact that you’re reacting this way, I can only wager a guess that your cousin means a lot to you and you put a great amount of trust in them.”

“Lukas… you’d make a good counsellor.” To which he shrugged “You don’t believe me? Would I lie to you?”

“You wouldn’t… I trust you a great deal, so my expectation is you wouldn’t say anything to deceive me.” He glanced at you before flashing a faint yet genuine smile. This was a rare occurrence, Lukas was showing vulnerability. Though he was very popular and well-liked in school, he didn’t have many friends and had trouble connecting with others. Something you’d observed was that he kept a lot of people at arm’s length and never truly opened up to anyone.

He looked at your sincerely “I think you need to hear this again. Don’t let the words of others undervalue your effort. You are a responsible, intelligent, and a hardworking person, I’m witness to those virtues and I admire you for them. All your successes happen by your own hand and not because you were born to succeed.” After speaking, he clinked his glass to yours. “So for now, let’s ignore those people who don’t understand and let’s celebrate our hard work?”

A smile cracked through your face, Lukas was right. It wasn’t fair to yourself, letting the words of others get you down and spoiling your day. “Thanks Lukas, I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

—

YouAbu: could we talk for a bit? You said something awhile ago that didn’t settle well with me

kingkong: yeeesh I treat you to pizza m’kay?

YouAbu: its not that, you said good grades are expected of me and that really irritated me for some reason

kingkong: but you’re smart

YouAbu: Cuz… I’m not just smart. I study really hard and put in a lot of work into my schooling. It really hurt me that all my effort was just swept under the rug. I might be coming off as sensitive but I just wanted you to know how I feel

The text bubbles below kept appearing, as if they were typing and re-typing what they wanted to say. Took a minute for them to respond

kingkong: just… growing up you always got good grades and made it look so easy but now I realize its not easy. You were always reading books or going over school stuff

kingkong: and I gotta admit… I was kinda jealous of you’re A+ and let the green-eyed monster talk for me… I’m sorry

YouAbu: Hey… we’re cool and if you ever got the impression that I was showing off or something, I’m sorry for that

kingkong: I don’t mean anything bad with what I’m about to say but cuz, you were born to stand out ya know? You’re smart, killer work ethic, and have a way with words. You’re not showing off, you’re just dazzling peeps by being you

YouAbu: You are laying it on thick there cuz, you might just get away from treating me to a pizza

kingkong: HAHAHAHA that was the plan! But, when you get another A+, what should I say to you?

YouAbu: nothing, just gimme a pizza

kingkong: that’ll break the bank cuz, maybe for every four A+’s I’ll treat you to a pizza

—

You: Hey Lukas thanks again for cheering me up and offering a different take on the situation

LukaJava: That’s no problem, I’m always here for you. How are you and your cousin if you don’t mind me asking?

You: We talked things through and they understood where I was coming from. We had a good laugh after

LukaJava: (“⌒.⌒”)

LukaJava: Glad to hear it

You: Hey Lukas, I didn’t get to say this cause I was so caught up with my troubles

LukaJava: ( ・◇・)？

You: I’m proud of you for getting that A+. We both put our blood, sweat, and tears into our final papers and got our hard earned grades. I know you have a complicated relationship with your family and you don’t open up to a lot of people but I’ll always be here when you need someone to share your achievements with okay?

LukaJava: ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

LukaJava: That’s music to my ears. I don’t open up to a lot of people, that’s correct, but I consider you to be one of my closest friends. Your support, friendship, and understanding is worth more than gold to me.

LukaJava: Its getting late though, if my memory serves me well, you have a class tomorrow morning. Best we call it a day. Good night and sweet dreams

LukaJava: |[(*´ｪ`)]|zZＺ

You: Okay Lukas! See you tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams

#reader x Forsyth FE #reader x python fe #reader x lukas fe #Reader x lukas #reader x python #reader x forsyth #FE Forsyth #FE Lukas #FE Python #Fire Emblem Python #Fire Emblem Lukas #Fire Emblem Forsyth #Python Fire Emblem #Lukas Fire Emblem #Forsyth Fire Emblem #fire emblem echoes #fire emblem echoes: shadows of valentia #That guy from the anime Wotakoi #Nifuji i think that as his name #the way he texts just gives me Lukas vibes #i really wanted to comfort myself because of some personal doo-doo so i wrote this #I really went overboard with the messenger nicknames LOL #maanrambles

[dynamesvirtue]

False Light- Prolouge

Hey folks! Dynames here. Hope you enjoy the story! I usually write short stories or imagines/scenarios so working on a project like this is new and exciting! I'm open to any criticism or tips as I'm trying to become better at my writing. Also this is gonna be on be on AO3! Link will be under the chapter. 

“Oh it’s you. Should have known who the unknown caller ID was…” The girl chuckled. “What leads have you gotten for me today?.... ooh?....And he doesn’t know about this or this hasn’t peaked his interest just yet?....Well.... Of course. He always lets things be. Always watches but never engages.” She sighed. “Though knowing something that far in advance doesn’t seem to suit you guys.” She paused, letting the person on the other end respond to her while checking her newly polished black nails. A frown graced her face when she noticed a crack and heard their response. “Fiiine! You both know that I’m not as patient as him! It’s been over thousands of years! I don’t understand why we can’t set things in motion now.....” She let out a sigh, much to her annoyance, as a figure started to make his way out of the liquor store with what was an obvious beer can in the brown bag and something for her. This phone call had to end sooner than later. 

“Yeah yeah, I’ll see what I can do..” The disappointment in her voice hinted towards the end of the phone call. The person at the other end got the clue as she wasn’t continuing her rant like she normally does. She quickly clicked the end button as the figure of the man walked towards her. 

“What was that about?” He asked with a raised brow. “Your manager bugging you on your day off?” It was so sweet that he was so concerned at times, it just makes her heart want to explode. 

“What else is new?” She lied, “ Though you know being a Dethklok reporter has its perks.” The girl gave him a cutesy wink. “But goods first then I’ll talk.” Her hands made a grabbing gesture towards the small bag in his other hand. The man rolled his eye and handed her the bag which she replied with a glee sound. In the bag was two Skor bars. Why two? Because one was never enough. Already taking the first bar out, she unwrapped the top of it and put it in her mouth. 

“Ahh!” The man put his hands up to stop her. “I gave you the goods, now play fair and tell me what happened.” 

 A loud audible sigh was heard from her as she put the candy bar down. It was only fair to tell him after getting her favorite candy. Though the stern look he was giving her didn’t help either. “Fine, Magnus. A fair trade I suppose.” She huffed. “Remember that camp thing you signed up for? The “extra cash grab” as you called it?” Magnus shifted his stance, though the seriousness in his face didn’t alter. That usual look Magnus gave when Dethklok was ever mentioned. It sent shivers down the girl’s spine, but in a good way. “Well…” She started, trying to play coy. “It’s only a rumor, but they gave me the task to look into it further. Apparently that manager of theirs ‘allegedly’ made an NDA to the owners just to have one of the jerks be a camper.” Her shoulders shrugged at the man. Magnus’ unpredictable reaction was exciting her. Was he gonna get mad and angry like the times before? Or is he gonna try to stay calm and collected since they were out in public. Emotions are so interesting she thought with a smile as Magnus crossed his arms in thought. His lips made a twitch as clearly he wanted to lash out, but yelling out his ideals and disgust towards the band in broad daylight will cause attention to themselves. The last thing either of them wanted.

“That damn camp isn’t until another ten months..” He mutter. So he decided to think up something, how devious. Even if the rumor was true, it would be the first time he’s seen any of the band in years. They still had to pay for the injustice that not only plagued the world, but his mind as well. Revenge was coming and Magnus always kept up with his threat one way or another. If it was true… he had little time to plan out everything he wanted. That’s what she liked about him. He was always three steps ahead of everyone. Though every step he took, she was already a mile away from him. Magnus might have had his cards in place but She was the card dealer. “Do you have a deadline on this lead?” He finally asked her in his stern voice. “No, no deadline was given.” She spoke in a whisper while shaking her head. The tall man let out a hum. “Alright, you know what to do Bailee.” He replied, patting her head softly. The girl gave a hum and a smile, feeling it was ok to eat her chocolate bar now. Magnus took a swig of his beer and draped his arm around her shoulder as the pair made their way to the apartment they shared. 

As she finished her chocolate bar, Bailee tossed out the wrapper as well as the toss away phone. Can’t have that pesky manager try to link her to the Prophecy just yet. Things were hopefully starting to get going, much to her glee. And once things get started, everything will fall into place. Just as the prophecy predicted. If only Dethklok and Magnus knew of what’s to come, maybe they would be just as gleeful as her. 

The world is about to end and they all get a starring role in the Metalocalypse!

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Hoped you like it! If you did, maybe leave a kudo on AO3? Please? Or let know if it sucks and I should stop while I’m ahead ^^; 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22700155/chapters/54253474

#metalocalypse #magnus hammersmith #Bailee OC #The False Light: Metalocalypse story #dethklok

[oswednesday]

omg okay my mom got the pumpkin roll from work cause theyre clearing out the freezer so its from last year like it was frozen but its still kinda stale i doubt anything in it is real enough to worry about so on one hand the fact that she grabbed it was thoughtful, for her

but on the other its just a punchline to a really long narc joke, she’d brag about the pumpkin rolls at her work and id be like okay bring them home then and she’d just get OUTRAGED over me asking for them and then id be like then stop talking about them if youre not going to share like this is some real kindergarden stuff so now that the rolls are a year old and unwanted by anyone else NOW they’re Bad enough for me to have, i wasnt Worthy of the fresh ones and i know she’s taking a narc glee that im happy we have this log in the freezer its seriously like a yard long, like she does this all the time she’ll only get me clothes at thrift shops or the One time she made me a salad it was during a serious lettuce recall and acted like i was betraying the family cause i wouldnt eat the thing sending people to the hospital but like in her mind she was like Finally Lettuce Wednesday Can Eat Cause Its Such Poor Quality which she tries to project on to me????? like i, fresh out of the womb, denied my unborn brothers and my parents who gave birth to me something?????

so anyway its like Yay Pumpkin Rolls, Unyay Long Term Emotional Abuse

[notgonnarememberthis]

Honey

Hello!! After last week’s sequence I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head and had to write it down but I promise I am working on the next chapter of fywbym. Hopefully this angsty little one shot can keep y’all happy until then!! Enjoy!!!

Jessica spins in the mirror for the hundredth time, reassessing the dress Ainsley picked out all over again. Not that she doesn’t trust her daughter’s decision, no, her intuition is normally on point. However, absolutely nothing can go wrong tonight. She has worked 21 years to have this night.

When Gil asked her to dinner out of the blue she’d almost dropped her tea. Sure they’d unofficially been dating for a couple weeks but dinner felt solidifying. A public statement would be made, tabloids would explode with headlines how The Surgeon’s ex-wife has a new man in her life. It will be all over the news by tomorrow.

Oh, Martin would be so furious.

The thought makes her smile even wider.

Almost on cue her phone begins to ring, with her tongue pressed behind her teeth she checks the caller ID. Relief spreads through her at the picture that pops on the screen. She picks it up, holding it to her ear. “Couldn’t wait to see me?” She teases with a flirtatious lull.

“Nope.” Gil pops the end of the word and she can hear the giddiness in his tone. It fills her chest with a warmth that has been so rare over the past few months. It leaves her feeling like she should be dancing through the hallways like a drunken teenager. So carelessly free that her happiness can’t be contained.

Even Malcolm and Ainsley have joined in on the feeling. They’ve shared family dinners with Gil at the table more than a few times now. Ainsley bouncing with glee at their hands clasped together and Malcolm sitting a little taller with each exchanged glance. Her family, at last, feels complete.

“I was just calling to let you know I’m running a little late. We’re polishing off a case but I will be there as soon as I can.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I haven’t even left yet. I want to make sure I look perfect.” She passes by a mirror and checks her hair once again, fluffing the curls with her free hand.

“You would look beautiful in pajamas.”

“You say that because you have the dream of me in one of your turtlenecks.” His chuckle sends fire running through her veins and she bites her bottom lip.

“I prefer you with nothing on, actually.” She stammers thoughtlessly, her brain short circuiting after being beaten at her own game. His laugh sends a blush across her chest and she coughs trying to pull herself together. “Did I actually just make a Whitly speechless?”

“Hardly.” She purrs making a swift recovery from being thrown off track. “Just didn’t know if you wanted everyone at your work to know.”

“I don’t care. Let them know.” Now she really feels like dancing across the room.

“Oh, you’re definitely getting a treat tonight.”

“Promise?” Her laugh cuts off when she hears a door close from the other room. She pokes her head out the door of her bedroom and listens for a moment. “Jess?” She hears the line call out to her at the sudden silence. Sure enough she can hear footsteps coming from the main hall.

“Malcolm!” She calls out, “You really should have called to let me know you’d be coming. I was just about to head out!” She shakes her head when her son doesn’t respond. She huffs pulling the phone back to her ear. “Sorry about that.”

“Jess, Malcolm is still here.” Gil’s voice sounds apprehensive. “I’m looking at him right now.” Her heart thumps heavily in her chest. She knows he has a window in his office and it makes sense that Malcolm would be there at least until he left, determined to see these cases all the way until the end.

“Well it can’t be Ainsley, she goes on air in an hour.” She tries to laugh away the anxiety pooling in her stomach. Something doesn’t feel right. She shakes out her hand grabbing her clutch from her vanity. “It must be Adolpho. I have been taking much longer than usual.” The half hearted noise Gil makes is indicative that he’s not convinced. Truth be told, she isn’t either. Adolpho had only ever come inside to check on her once and it was when Ainsley was so sick that she had to cancel attending a gala all together to take care of her.

She’s just overreacting though, it has to be Louisa. Or maybe Ainsley forgot a file and came back to the house to retrieve it. Surely she’s imagining that the footsteps sound heavier than she’s familiar with.

Surely.

“Jess, stay there. I’ll be there soon. Don’t hang up.” She could hear him gathering his things over the line and barking out an order to another officer about finishing up the file. He should bring Malcolm, she thinks absentmindedly. Just in case something were to happen.

She shakes her head trying to will the dark thought away. She’s just anxious, is all. Maybe she hadn’t heard anything at all. She rounds the corner of the dining room trying to compose her best annoyed look to mask her deepest fears. However it fell as quickly as it appeared when she laid eyes on the person standing there.

Martin stands in the middle of the room, his eyes tracing over the walls with an almost gleeful smile on his face. A brown jacket covers his white psychiatric ward uniform. Briefly, she recognizes the jacket from his office in the basement. It should have gone up in flames with the rest of his things; it made no sense for it to be there.

This has to be a nightmare.

That’s it. This is a sick twisted nightmare from her subconscious. She just needs to wake up. Yet when he turns around to face her with that smile she stumbles back all the same. She crashes into the bar cart sending the glasses and bottles crashing to the floor with her weight. The pain that echoes through her side is a horrific confirmation.

This isn’t a dream.

“I have to go.” Her voice is thick, betraying the fear in her tone. She hears Gil try to fight but she hangs up anyways. Martin has always been jealous of Gil. It was probably safer to keep him busy until Gil arrived. Not let him know. However, when her eyes meet his she instantly regrets every choice she made.

“Jessie!” The nickname alone makes her feel sick to her stomach. She should have trusted her intuition. Run to the back and hid there until Gil came to get her. She should have listened, fuck. “It’s remarkable how different it all looks. Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Martin-” Her voice barely comes out in a whisper. She swallows before trying again, “What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m home!” Now she really feels sick, gripping onto the cart for the support her heels are denying her. He spreads his arms like expects something; what a hug? She shuts down the expression of disgust before it crosses her features. She stands up straight, steeling herself with a cold gaze. All the while her hand reaches behind her for something, anything to protect herself with. She feels a sense of calm when her fingers successfully wrap around the heavy metal shaker. “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?”

‘No,” She sighs. “That was just Malcolm.” The lie spills off her tongue effortlessly. In any other setting she’d tell the truth and revel in rubbing it in his face. He tilts his head with narrowed eyes. If he senses that she’s being anything other than truthful, he doesn’t say. But he senses the lie regardless, of course the pathological liar would. She would need to do better than that.

“You’re awfully dressed up to be spending the night alone.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh,” His face darkens and she stumbles to find a new purchase.

“I have a meeting with the new investors of the Sanders’ Foundation. I made a promise to Malcolm that I’d carry on Eve’s charity after she passed. We’re officially signing tonight. It’s a celebratory dinner.” It’s not entirely a lie. She had that meeting last week, not tonight. When his posture straightens up she lets herself breathe a little easier.

“Well you look beautiful. Personally I’ve always preferred you in red, but the green is lovely too.” She weighs her options as he steps closer. The shaker is heavy and if she’s accurate she can stun him at least. From there her plans are null. Where can she run to where he wouldn’t know about, that he wouldn’t suspect from her. One of the guest rooms would work but she’s outmatched if she gets caught.

It’d be safer to play along. “Can I make you a drink?” He glances down at the shattered bottles with a raised eyebrow. “I have more in the kitchen.”

“Where is my boy?”

“Finishing off a case. Surely he talked to you about the-”

“The Candyman, yes I’ve been keeping up with Ainsley’s broadcasting. Riveting stuff.” He smiles, an empty one devoid of all emotion. “Where is she? I’ve been wishing to speak with her for,” He sighs. “Well for ages.”

Absolutely not. Her protective instincts shift into high gear. At least at the precinct Malcolm is safe from him, however she doesn’t trust Ainsley’s studio enough. She would not send him directly to her. No matter what it cost her. “Surely trying to get a closing argument from her brother that’s actually on the record.” Martin guffaws at that, the harsh sound causing her to jump. The sound stops as soon as it started when his eyes land on something new.

“Who’s that from.” It’s not a question. His eyes are trained on the bracelet on her wrist. It’s a simple thing, far less attention grabbing than anything else she’d worn in the past. A simple gold chain with two birthstones intertwined, Malcolm and Ainsley’s. It’d been a birthday gift that she wore fondly.

From Gil.

“Jessie.” The tone comes out as a warning. His eyes are trained on her but with his head tilted upwards his eyes are focused down. Like he’s looking down on her. As if he has any right to the truth, much less to her.

A lie here would be pointless. He knows it’s nothing either of the children would have gotten her. Gifts between the three of them rarely ventured outside of an expensive bottle of alcohol. Who needed them when they could buy anything they could possibly want? Truth be told, the bracelet having been the first gift she’d received in over 15 years brought tears to her eyes.

Of course she had to pick tonight to wear it.

“It’s from Gil.” She’s proud that her voice doesn’t shake with the statement. Her entire body is doing enough of that just standing a few feet from this man. 

“You have a date.” The last word spits out like venom. She tightens her jaw, anger blossoming beneath her chest. How dare he? As he steps forwards again she makes the split second decision.

She swings the cup with all of her might, ready to bolt as soon as she makes connection with his head.

She almost did. He, however, seemed just as prepared for the attack catching her wrist in his hand with ease. The cup clatters loudly to the ground as she drops it, all the momentum of her anger dissipating in a split second.

For a frightening moment they are chest to chest. She can feel his breath fanning her face while his unreadable gaze traces over her features. This close she’s almost certain he can feel how fast her heart is beating, that he can read the fear beneath her rage, he can feel the tremor of her wrist clasped tight in his grip.

Three swift knocks stop whatever he planned to say or do. Strong, heavy raps indicative of the police at her doorstep. For a moment she’s not certain that he will even react. His face an absolutely terrifying blank slate. Then a lighter, much more frantic knock.

“Mom!” She can hear Malcolm calling out to her. “Mom, open the door!”

She watches the switch in Martin’s eyes, a teasing laugh escaping his lips. “Our children have always had horrible timing.”

“I should get that.” She whispers side stepping out of his way. Yet as she walks, he pulls her wrist back spinning her to face him again. He’s making a decision, she recognizes in horror. Whether to take her with him or let her go. She bites her cheek so hard that she can taste copper on her tongue.

She would put up a hell of a fight.

She would lose.

He draws her hand to his lips pressing a kiss to it with a smile. “I’ve missed you. I’ll see you soon.” And he let’s go.

She doesn’t hesitate to see where he goes. In all honesty, it doesn’t matter to her in the slightest as she rushes to the door. Safety is so close but the hallways feel like they stretch forever with Malcolm’s pleading tone getting farther and farther.

Wrenching the door open to see Malcolm and Gil staring at her terrified feels like waking up from a nightmare. Malcolm crashes into her with a quick hug that she barely has time to return before he’s rushing off to see what the hell had spooked her over the phone. Gil’s face is stone, looking at her with a mixture of worry and annoyance.

He knows. Only one person in the world can scare her that much.

“Jess,” He sighs, relief and comfort soothing her fears. “Are you alright?” She shakes her head, almost indecipherably as the tears finally slide down her face. All the rage, terror, and anxiety of the past few minutes crashing over her as she falls into his arms. Gil is the only thing holding her upright as she slips into the cascade with Martin’s threat still ringing in her ears.

I’ll see you soon.

#prodigal son #gil arroyo x jessica whitly #jessica whitly x gil arroyo #gilica #gilssica #jessica whitly #gil arroyo #martin whitly #prodigal son spoilers #prodigal son AU #martin whitly is a bitch #and one day i will let a character stab him #inspired by 2x03 #notgonnarememberthis fics #fanfic

[joie-university-rp]

Dear JESSE ST. JAMES,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

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Congratulations, ROG! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: Rog; they/them

Age, Timezone: 21; EST

Activity, short explanation: I’m very active, and I’ll try to be on as much as I can :D

Ships: Anything with chemistry

Anti-Ships: Forced

Triggers: RFP

Preferred photo for Character’s ID (please give a link): http://wamu.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/t185592953__jonathangroff-545x600.jpg

Anything else: Hit me up!

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Jesse St. James

FC: Jonathan Groff

Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): Graduate Student

Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): June 4th, 1992

Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Akron, Ohio

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male; he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Major(s): Theatre

Minor(s) [optional]: Music

Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): Beiste Dormitory, single

Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!): Drama Club, Glee Club

Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush): -

CHARACTER PROFILE:

•Jesse was born into a very talented and wealthy family, every single relative was involved in the arts in one way or another. His mother was a costume designer for many well-known stars, and came from a famous line of Broadway and Hollywood stars, while his father was a successful film director, so Jesse was definitely expected to become prominent in the arts as well.

•He was told multiple times by his parents that he was their favourite, they didn’t bother keeping it a secret. This lead to some of his siblings to struggle with self-esteem and other problems. He is proud of knowing that his parents thought him most likely to succeed and become somebody important, but he still feels like the guilty one sometimes.

•Jesse had his first role in Broadway at the age of four as a minor character in a play. This was the moment in which he decided what he wanted to do with his life: dedicate it to the stage fully. Since then, he participated in plenty of productions and projects for the acting industry, and hasn’t stopped.

•His parents paid for every single thing he ever wanted, which included a lot of arts lessons. He took classes in singing, dancing, acting, and every similar thing he could find. Even though the lessons noticeably helped him, he was a natural-born performer, a fact that didn’t do much to help with his rapidly-growing ego.

•He didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. Obviously, kids didn’t want to spend recess sitting down with Jesse while he rambled on and on about his latest Broadway show, or about Queen, or just sharing what his mother had told him about how promising his future was. But he didn’t need them, or so he thought. All he needed was his own voice and a tune to sing during recess while he strolled around the playground by himself.

•Jesse comes off as an overconfident, arrogant, dismissive jerk, and while that’s not exactly a lie, he can also be caring and loving to the people close to him. His rude and conceited persona is just a facade he uses. Confidence is the key to success, those are the words he lives by, and he completely agrees with them, even if he unknowingly exaggerates sometimes.

•He can be a very good manipulator when he wants to, and he makes good use of that gift. He has used it before, and he won’t hesitate to use it when necessary.

•While Jesse is fantastic at performing, the same can’t be said about his academic skill. While his parents forced him to keep up with his schoolwork when he was a child, the habit didn’t stick to him, and that caused him to fail out of his scholarship at UCLA.

•He still keeps the care bear Rachel got him. He went back to get it and it now sits on his bed. It’s one of his best kept secrets, and he’ll be dead before he lets anyone find out about it, it’s embarrassing to him.

•His first celebrity crush wasn’t on a woman, but rather on Freddie Mercury. He had always been in awe at the man, and he reluctantly admitted his deep admiration was more of a childish crush.

•Jesse did manage to mature a bit after graduating high school. Failing at UCLA helped him get slightly humbler, as he realised that he wasn’t perfect, after all. Regardless, he is still more arrogant than average, but he’s willing to improve.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)

1. What made you want to attend Joie University?

Plan B. It’s definitely not UCLA, but I guess it’s good enough as a second option.

2. What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess?

•I’m extremely talented and superior.

•Not to brag, but I’m probably better looking than every single one of you here.

•Is this a serious question? I’m basically a walking positive trait! Have you even seen me? Anyway, I’m pretty determined, I guess.

3. Which of your traits do you value most?

All of them. I can’t pick just one, but if I had to, it would probably be my dedication.

4. How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole?

I can assure I won’t let anyone down. You guys need me.

5. What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU?

Well, our latest Broadway show needs some extras, so if I could make some connections with a few people, that would be great.

6. What is a quote or song lyric that describes you?

“Confidence comes naturally with success; but, success comes only to those who are confident.”

#Accepted