#para: tutoring and baking

[a-berry-in-lights-blog]

tutoring, baking and revealing the truth

Finn goes over to Rachel’s home for the first time. Things get a little awkward as Finn had a less than pleasant day.

Rachel had to make sure that everything was nice and neat for Finn when he came over, as they were having their tutor meeting at her house this tine rather than at his. She rushed home from Cheerios practice, took a shower and put on a nice cardigan with a skirt that she owned. She liked to dress with her own style, but having to wear the Cheerios outfit everyday, she didn't get to show it off. Knowing the people at school, they would probably make fun of her for it. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was content with how she looked and waited for Finn to make his way over to her home.

Finn had been having a particularly bad day at school, specifically because of Sam Evans. After being a punching bag all day, the last thing Finn wanted to do was go out and help his girlfriend with her homework. He knew better than to back out of it though so he headed out on his bike to her house. When he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder as he waited for an answer. "Hey." he gave her a nod when the door opened.

Rachel hears the doorbell ring, signalling that Finn had arrived. With a smile on her face, she opened up the door and took in his appearance. Her smile faltered, knowing something was up with him. "Come in, Finn," she made room for him and shut the door behind him. "How was your day today?" She tested the waters, seeing if he would open up to her or not.

Finn walked through the door and looked around the front room. It was apparent right away that Rachel's house was a lot nicer than his, but he could tell that from the outside. At her question, he shrugged his shoulders. "It was okay. How was yours?"

Rachel smiled at him, her worries fading away about him. He just looked a bit different than yestersay was all, maybe it was nothing to worry about. "My day went alright, I spent most of it studying in the library." She bit her lip, excitement bubbling up inside of her to give him some good news. "So, I got my grade back on my Algebra test." She turned and raised an eyebrow at him, unable to stop herself from smiling widely. "I got a 93% on it!"

Finn was glad to hear that she had spent time studying. Maybe they would be done with this sooner than he thought. As she told him that she had gotten an A on her test, he gave her a small smile. "Good job. Sounds like we are on the right track."

Rachel smiled softly at him, "thank you for all of your help. I could not have done that without you, you know." She nudged him with her elbow, knowing that he really was the reason she passed that exam. "We can either study at the kitchen table or go to my room, which do you prefer?"

Finn "I'm glad it helped." he looked down at her and shrugged. "Kitchen is fine with me."

Rachel led the way to her kitchen, showing Finn where to sit. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get my backpack and books from my room." She disappeared into her home, but auickly returned with her items and a smile on her face. Sitting down next to Finn, she pulled out a History book and sighed. "It's History on today's ageda, I guess." She hated History, it was so boring that she almost fell asleep every class.

Finn pulled his books out, hoping he would be able to do a little bit of his own work while they did this. When she returned, he looked over her assignment before he started to go through the answers with her. He wasn't in the mood for small talk and he hoped they could finish her assignments quickly.

Rachel noticed that it was quieter than usual, but still remained silent about it. "So, there's this one chapter I just need a little bit of help with," she spoke up, looking over at him before turning to the correct page in the book. "We don't have a test soon but I want to be able to go over this so I'm prepared."

Finn was glad when they finished her assignment, but surprised when she asked for more help. He paused before responding "Are you sure you don't want to wait until you're being tested on it?"

Rachel pushed her hair behind her ear. "Well, I was kinda hoping to at least get a little bit of it studied, but if you don't want to then you don't have to." She was quieter than usual, and she was wondering if he wanted to leave already.

Finn really didn't want to, but he nodded his head "Which chapter?"

Rachel looked over at him, "It's Chapter 6 that I need assistance with." She looked back down at her book and read it, all of the words jumbling together to make it look like a differernt language. That's how History was for her, she really disliked it.

Finn read through the chapter with her, pausing to explain things and to make sure she had dates in her mind. He hoped that he could help with history because it wasn't as easy for him to explain as well as math and science subjects.

Rachel read through and listened as he spoke. She was hoping she would be able to memorize these easily, but it would definitely be a challenge for her. But she enjoyed challenges. "Thank you, Finn."

Finn "You're welcome." he sat back. "If you want to understand this chapter better, I'll send you a link to a website that has all kinds of information on it. I took this class last year and it helped. l"

Rachel "I would appreciate that if you would do that." She knee that with Finn's help, she would be back on the right track. Only a few more classes to understand and then she will no longer have to be tutored.

Finn "I will in the morning. It's good help for essays too. " He sat back, fidgeting the pencil in his hand.

Rachel smiled at the boy sitting next to her, turning back to her book and readin silently to herself. She wasn't really sure what to say, he seemed a bit quiet. She heard her phone go off in the other room and excused herself, going to see that sam had texted her, asking why she has been missing lately. She shook her head, setting her phone back down and went back to the kitchen table.

Finn silently worked on his homework. When she left to attend to her phone, he wondered if they were done with studying tonight. "So uh... Do you need help with anything else?"

Rachel thought about it for a moment. "Well, I don't really need help with anything right now, I don't have a test in any of my classes for a few weeks." She looked over at him. "Were you wanting to leave?"

Finn "I just had a long day, so I'm ready to be home." he admitted.

Rachel "Oh, alright," Rachel spoke, "I was going to make some of my famous banana bread, but if you had a long day, then I really do not want to keep you."

Finn "You don't need to do stuff for me, Rachel. " he shook his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they began to slide.

Rachel frowned a bit, looking at the boy. "What happened today?" She really wanted to know what was wrong with him. "I said I owed you, that's why I was gonna make you banana bread."

Finn "Nothing. I told you it was a long day." He said with a small sigh. "You don't owe me anything. We are both being forced to do this."

Rachel "Okay," she didn't pry anymore than that. "Well, it was at least a sign of graditude for all of the help you have given me, forced or not."

Rachel joined the chat 5 hours ago

Finn "Okay, if you want to make it you can. I just don't expect you to do anything."

Rachel let a smile break out on her face as she turned from the kitchen table and started to gather all of the things that she needed. She had to reach into the top cabinet in her kitchen for a pan, but she was too short to get it. "Um," she turned to Finn, "would you be able to assist me in getting this pan out from up there?" She asked, pointing up high. "I'm pretty short if you didn't notice and you're tall, usually my dads have it in a lower cabinet but I think they must have forgot I like to bake."

Finn decided to focus on his homework while she baked. When she asked for his help, he stood beside her and grabbed the pan for her, setting on the counter.

Rachel thanked Finn, turning back to her baking and let him get back to his studies. Once she got it into the oven, she took a seat at the table by Finn and smiled.

Finn worked in his homework until he felt her right beside him. He turned his head to look at her, feeling torn in his hatred for his entire school and the fact that he kind of liked her. "Your boyfriend sucks." he finally said. "I'm not trying to be mean, but I just want to get your grades up so that we can go back to pretending each other doesn't exist."

Rachel felt her smile fade off of her face, listening to what he said. Sam did something to him today, that was why he has been so quiet. "What did he do to you?" She felt angry, if it were a week ago she wouldn't have had an opinion on it. But the Finn she got to know didn't deserve this. She felt a twinge of hurt by what he said about going back to pretending the other didn't exist, but she shook it off and looked at him with concern.

Finn "It doesn't matter. I just don't want him to find out that we are doing this tutoring thing, okay?"

Rachel "Okay," she said quietly. She didn't feel right, she felt distant from Sam since this tutoring thing began. The more she looked at him, the more terrible of a person she realized he was. Plus their relationship was a lie. She was just confused and upset for Finn. "I won't tell him about it."

Finn: "Thank you. I think you're nice, Rachel but... I don't really want to be friends outside of this. I don't want anything to do with the people that make my life hell." He wasn't trying to hurt her feelings, but he knew that being around her was going to have repercussions.

Rachel knew that this was how it was going to have to be. "I understand," she spoke quietly. Hearing the timer beep, Rachel stood up from her seat and took the banana bread out of the over. They could be friends if they really wanted to be, but it seemed as if Finn was not wanting to have all of the attention on him. She didn't blame him for it either. She cut up the banana bread and brought the pieces over to the kitchen table. "Here," she spoke up. "My banana bread can make anyone happier."

Finn didn't feel like eating, which was rare for him. He did take a bite of her bread though and gave her a small smile "It does taste good. Thank you."

Rachel nodded her head at him, hoping he really meant it. "If you want, you can take some home and give some to your mother as well." Rachel pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and grabbed a piece of the bread, taking a bite out of it and looked at the boy sitting next to her.

Finn "Yeah, she might like that." He said with a nod as he finished his piece.

Rachel gave him a warm smile, then heard her phone go off yet again. She stood up and grabbed her phone, to check the message and just incase her dads happened to call, which they never really did. She saw it was a message from Sam. It was asking if she was gonna respond, but it was much ruder than she would like to admit. Her smile faded as she read it and she set her phone back down, shaking her head slightly.

Finn watched her with her phone and sighed slightly. "I should go." he said as he stood up. He had the feeling Sam was texting her and he didnt want to deal with him right now.

Rachel looked over at him, biting her lip slightly. "Alright, well, I appreciate the help, and you can take the banana bread with you." She felt bad for him, really, she did. She wished he would open up to her but she knew better.

Finn "Okay, I'll do that." he began to pack his things back into his bag. "I appreciate you making that for me."

Rachel "It's not a problem," Rachel smiled at him, "I hope that your evening gets better and you have a decent day tomorrow."

Finn "Have a good night." he said softly and walked out and back on to his bike to head home.

Rachel "You too, Finn." She closed the door and walked back to her phone, responding to Sam with a text stating "do not worry about it".

#glee rp #finchel rp #finchel 1x1 #para: tutoring and baking #para: fh

[diabolikal-eve]

Facts about Shizuka / Curiosidades sobre Shizuka

✧Hi guys! I saw a 3-year old post where I did a tag game in which you list a few curiosities about your ocs and thought to do it again with updated information about Shizu!! Thank you for reading!

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✿- Shizuka is right handed

✿- Her favorite flower is the red tulip. In Turkish and Persian folklore, tulips represent perfect and unconditional love as well as loyalty.

✿- Shizuka aspires to be like her mother, reason why she has a strong passion for health and nursing.

✿- Loves literature and books; likes to read genres of mystery and romance in her free time. As well as books that enriches her knowledge in different things.

✿- Skilled in playing the piano. In both school and the Mukami household she likes playing the piano to decompress herself.

✿- She has a passion for cooking. She uses her ability as a way to bond with other people by cooking/baking them small dishes. She sometimes also brings some pastry to school to share with her classmates.

✿- Shizuka’s first language is Italian. Her mother mainly spoke Italian in the house and only learnt Japanese through her step-father, books and tutors. She sometimes struggles with the Japanese language and has a noticeable accent.

✿- Shizuka is demisexual biromantic.

✿- Was raised in Catholicism. Shizuka herself is not religious but still holds spiritual and paranormal beliefs.

✿- Yui Komori is her first ever friend. Shizuka holds deep hatred towards her father Seiji, but genuinely cherishes Yui and wishes to escape together with the hopes of getting Yui and her mother far away from him.

✿- Out of the Mukami brothers she gets along the most with Azusa and Ruki. At first she was frightened by Ruki’s presence alone, but after some time they actually got along pretty well because of their common interest in literature and cooking.

✿- In school she volunteered to help Reinhart in the nurse’s office. She’s to some extent cautious of Reinhart after meeting him and doesn’t trust him. She’s not aware that Reinhart is in fact Karlheinz.

✿- Shizuka avoids the Sakamaki triplets at all costs because of Ayato and Laito’s snarky remarks about her and her body that adds on to the list, but because she hangs out with Yui quite often she sees them regularly.

✿- Because of her occupation in the nurse’s office, she sees Azusa almost everyday and enjoys talking to him as well as assisting him with his bandages.

✿- To avoid bullying caused by Kou’s fangirls and avoid any unwanted encounters with the boys, she has lunch behind the stairs of the school and likes to see it as a “secret spot”. Yui sometimes joins in as well.

~ Español ~

Datos sobre Shizuka / Curiosidades acerca de Shizuka

✧ Hola chicos! Vi una publicación de hace 3 años donde hice un tag game en el que enumeras algunas curiosidades sobre tus ocs y pensé en hacerlo nuevamente con información actualizada de Shizu! Gracias por leer!

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✿- Shizuka es diestra

✿- Su flor favorita es el tulipán rojo. En el folklore turco y persa, los tulipanes representan el amor perfecto e incondicional como también la lealtad.

✿- Shizuka aspira a ser como su madre, razón por la que tiene una fuerte pasión por la salud y la enfermería.

✿- Ama la literatura y los libros; le gusta leer géneros de misterio y romance en su tiempo libre. Así como libros que enriquecen su conocimiento en diferentes cosas.

✿- Tiene habilidad para tocar el piano. Tanto en la escuela como en la casa de los Mukami, le gusta tocar el piano para relajarse.

✿- Tiene pasión por la cocina. Ella usa su habilidad como una forma de vincularse con otras personas cocinando u horneando platos pequeños. A veces también trae algo de pastelería a la escuela para compartir con sus compañeros de clase.

✿- El primer idioma de Shizuka es el italiano. Su madre hablaba principalmente italiano en casa y solo aprendió japonés a través de su padrastro, libros y tutores. A veces tiene problemas con el idioma japonés y tiene un acento notable.

✿- Shizuka es demisexual biromántica.

✿- Fue criada en el catolicismo. Shizuka misma no es religiosa, pero todavía tiene creencias espirituales y en lo paranormal.

✿- Yui Komori es su primera y única amiga. Shizuka siente un profundo odio hacia su padre Seiji, pero realmente aprecia a Yui y desea escapar juntas con la esperanza de alejar a Yui y su madre de él.

✿- De los hermanos Mukami, ella se lleva más con Azusa y Ruki. Al principio le asustaba la sola presencia de Ruki, pero después de un tiempo se llevaban bastante bien debido a su interés común por la literatura y la cocina.

✿- En la escuela se ofreció como voluntaria para ayudar a Reinhart en la enfermería. Ella es hasta cierto punto cautelosa con Reinhart después de conocerlo y no confía en él. Ella no sabe que Reinhart es, de hecho, Karlheinz.

✿- Shizuka evita a toda costa a los trillizos Sakamaki debido a los comentarios de Ayato y Laito sobre ella y su cuerpo que se suman a la lista, pero debido a que está con Yui frecuentemente, los ve regularmente.

✿- Debido a su ocupación en la enfermería, ve a Azusa casi todos los días y disfruta hablar con él como también ayudarle con sus vendajes.

✿- Para evitar bullying causado por las fangirls de Kou y evitar encuentros no deseados con los chicos, almuerza detrás de las escaleras de la escuela y le gusta verlo como un “lugar secreto”. Yui también la acompaña de vez en cuando.

#shizuka kobayashi #dl oc #headcannons #diabolik oc #rb and likes appreciated!

[smythesm]

Mini Para: My Train Could Take You Home

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

Blaine: @andersoncharm

Sebastian: @smythesm

When: (Three month time skip.) Friday, August 13, 2021 

Location: Marblehead, Massachusetts- Blaine’s gifted magical beach cottage.

Notes: Sebastian talks with Blaine about their future.

Warnings:  None for this particular Para. However, this RP in general includes; Mentions of death. Parental Death (Blaine’s Mom), Mentions of toxic past relationships. Mentions of brief past Klaine. Depression. Anxiety.

Extra Warnings: (This RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. You’ve all been warned.)

Para Title Taken From: Willow by Taylor Swift

Extra Information: We will be doing a series of little mini’s to progress over the next few years of this RP. Things might get a little confusing but we promise to date them accordingly. 

Under Cut to keep it uniform. Work is mostly unedited as usual.

 Sebastian’s POV:

Salt air ghosted across Sebastian’s skin in the small cottage bedroom. Blaine was asleep on his chest still and he could see the moon perched perfectly above the dark ocean through the window they always left open. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up, he just sort of gently fell out of a dream and was looking out at the sea as he listened to the other man breathe. He noticed a large dark figure poke its head up and dive back into the water-it was Flotsam. The past few months had been a whirlwind of hopping back and forth between the apartment and the cottage, an ever-growing sea monster and work for the both of them. Sometimes it was long hours at the office for Sebastian, other times Blaine would spend hours making draughts and tea blends for Hunter and Tony or leaving before the sun rose to start baking at the Snowed In. 

Seb’s mind was wandering in the fuzzy way they often did when you were in between dreams and being fully awake. He would still be able to fall asleep if he just rolled over and let his eyes flutter closed. Instead, he was thinking about time and how much had passed which turned into him thinking about how long he and Blaine had been together which snowballed into the fact that they had spent all this time in an apartment that only one of them had picked out. Seb wondered how Blaine would feel about maybe, possibly moving. They could afford it and more space might be nice. 

Sebastian felt Blaine stir against his chest, “Hey, B? Are you up?” He twirled his fingers playfully in his boyfriend’s messy bed head of curls. He waited until the other man groggily muttered. “I was wondering….how would you feel about moving? The two of us, I mean.” The words were out before he could stop himself, it was probably the anxiety and excitement of the thought. “You know what? This can wait until morning.”

Blaine’s POV:

The night had been an ordinary yet perfect night, filled with things they did weekly-  Seb working through cases on the sofa, books spread across the table, the little line of concentration that lived between his eyes in place while Blaine made a fresh batch of energy and sleep draughts for his friends in the open kitchen. He wasn’t supposed to make them, they had other Witches that were assigned to that, but he’d always help them- The elders could exile him from his world, but it would always be a part of him and he always did what he could. Plus, it helped ground him and connect him to his magic more. Ras and Freya were somewhere out in the sand taunting Flotsam to the shore. The night ended in a tangle of limbs and lips and yet another whisper of let’s just sleep here tonight. The waxing moon sat low and lazy in her sky palace over the quiet sea. Her bright, thin crescent was the last image Blaine had before he’d slipped off into a satisfied and peaceful sleep, his cheek resting against Sebastian’s chest, his boyfriend's sure and steady heartbeat, and the gentle ripple of waves shushing him to dreams better than any lullaby. 

Blaine had never been happier.

He sensed Sebastian awake more than heard him, his connection to the other man prickling in the back of his skull and tingling his skin like an electric charge. He could tell nothing was wrong, but at the same time, something was different in the air around them. He lifted his head and pressed it back into Seb’s hand, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in his hair- his eyes meeting the green-blue of Seb’s as he listened to his boyfriend talk. It took a moment for the words to catch up to his brain. Seb wanted to move? 

“Hey, now, no waiting, I’m awake. Talk to me, baby. What’s all this?” He propped himself up on the bed, his face still hovering over Seb’s chest, his thumb slowly stroking over his skin soothingly. “I mean it’s technically morning now anyway. ” He paused and kept his tone light, his curiosity and even excitement creeping upon him. They had so many memories in that apartment, what could make Seb want to up and leave it?

Their three year anniversary was coming up, not to mention Sebastian’s twenty-seventh birthday and Blaine had spent weeks bothering his boyfriend about what they’d do for each thing, and what he might want. But the bothering always turned into teasing about how Seb had everything he needed and the teasing turned into forgetting that Blaine had even asked at all, but it didn’t matter anyway, they’d be together for whatever they picked, Blaine was sure he’d make it perfect for his guy. 

He had never been more sure and more confident about the direction his life was going than he was right now. Sure, he still had days where he ached for his old world and his mom and now his dad who was just out of reach, and he wasn’t chasing his musical therapy dream, the one he was free to pursue now- he’d wanted it so long even though he’d known he’d be stuck being Headmaster of LeFay, but now it seemed wrong for him. And working at the Snowed In was the most therapeutic thing in the world to him. He got to bake and be around people and he got to lead them and it made him stupidly happy. He was even managing to do freelance tutoring on the side, teaching people to play whatever instrument they wanted to. He was in such a good place right now. They both were. Could a move possibly make that better? Gods, they could build a home together… Blaine had inherited a great deal of money that he had no clue what to do with. He was from a world where he could make anything he wanted. He bit his lip and went on.

“What brought thought on? You’re excited by the thought, aren’t you? I can sense it. Have you been thinking about it a lot and it’s serious or are these the thoughts of a content, sleepy man? I’m not saying no, I mean, I’d go anywhere with you. But, what’s this about?” 

 Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian could feel Blaine lean into his touch, he was looking up at him with sleepy but present eyes. He wasn’t surprised that Blaine wanted to talk now, he knew that the other man could sense emotions as he primarily worked with those.

“I just think it might be time, you know? I picked that apartment out intending to only be there during school and I never really pictured making it into a home. I just never imagined that for myself. It’s the only thing I see now. We should find a place together that we...could see ourselves staying in for a while.” 

He bit his bottom lip, sort of embarrassed at how cheesy his words felt. But, all of it was true. Seb wanted a home with the other man, wanted a yard for Enjolras, windows for Freya to perch on. 

“I know that your stuff is there and I know you have this cottage but, I think starting together from scratch and having our stuff just sort of naturally blend together would be nice. I know that this is a pretty big step but, I don’t know, I’m ready to start taking...big….steps. “ 

Sebastian wanted to crawl into himself. Being open and honest was so scary and still felt fresh and the burn of blush on his cheeks always tore his icy façade down, which was hard for him. He had no protection when he was vulnerable but, if he wanted to keep moving forward, it was what needed to be done. 

“What do you think?”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine let his fingers trace lightly over Seb’s chest and then over to his arms and slowly back again, able to tell that the things his beautiful boyfriend was saying were incredibly difficult for him to articulate. I love you had once been hard for Seb, and now it was as easy as breathing for them to say, but this was different. Sebastian had always struggled with saying a lot, he showed how he felt every day, of course, but for him to be this open with Blaine, to put into this many words what he wanted showed Blaine that Sebastian was serious. He could feel Seb’s embarrassment and he wanted to soothe it away, but his own emotions were too busy wiggling with excitement. 

Sebastian wanted to buy a house, no- a home, with Blaine. Wanted to live there for a long time, maybe forever… Blaine couldn’t stop the smile that attacked his face.  This shouldn’t be a shock, they loved each other, they were soulmates, they were meant to be and both had suffered losses for it. But, it mattered to him that Seb had voiced the want out loud in such a sweet way. Blaine let out a breathy little laugh and gave his boyfriend's arm a squeeze to show him he agreed. Seb’s lingering words about big steps echoed in his ears and his heart thudded and flipped and the butterflies that had lived in his belly since the day he’d met this man flittered to life. What did that mean? Would they get to travel the world one day? Maybe adopt another pet and grow old holding hands on a porch swing with no worries in the world like some perfect book ending… Did that mean that maybe Sebastian would want to marry him even though doing that came with more secrets and baggage? His heart pounded harder.

Blaine knew Seb was his, knew that he had him and they'd always be together. He’d thought about marriage to Seb, of course, and he'd thought of children with him, which was a loss he had to carry and yes, it was a heavy loss and sometimes it got to him. But he'd known they’d be together no matter what and assumed they’d stay just like this because it was safe. They’d live in that apartment and magic travel to the beach cottage to get away from reminders of the trial and other bad memories. He never thought he’d get anything more. He didn’t need anything more, he was happy and content and still so in love… And yet here he was being offered a new home, a home that he got to build with his person and a promise of something more. 

“I w-,” he tried to speak, his voice again too breathy and small to take up much space in the room. “I want that, too.” He laughed again, a strange elation falling over his whole being and suddenly he couldn’t stop talking.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes I think we should do it. As I said, I’d go anywhere with you or to be with you.” He pulled himself up, forgetting how naked he still was, and pressed his smiling lips to his boyfriend’s and giggled again. He wondered if decorating this place had led him to think about this or if it had always been there in his mind, either way, he was happy for it.

“We could get all new stuff, pick everything out together and build a home. Of course we’d keep some older stuff and memories too. And I could have a little space for magic in the new house, and you could have an office and oh, yes we’d keep the beach cottage- we still have to have a getaway. But, yes, we could have a home together. Would we stay in the state- oh! We could buy a house with a huge kitchen, I could cook so much better for you-” He was talking fast, hardly breathing as he spoke. He paused and shook his head, his smile a little bashful.

“Gods, I’m sorry, I’m just so happy right now. I never thought… I-I’m just happy, Seb. You have no idea.” He leaned down and kissed Seb once more. “It makes me want to get online and look at the market right now.” His cheeks flared in a blush and he had to hide his face in Seb’s neck to hide it.

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian loved the look of elation that fell over Blaine’s features. He could practically feel his happiness thrum against him under the covers. Seb kissed his boyfriend despite the smile on his face and wished they could go buy a house right then and there.

“I’d love all of that and don’t be sorry, I’m happy that you’re into this.” 

He rubbed circles over Blaine’s strong shoulders, “We can start looking whenever you want but, maybe we should sleep a little bit more and then eat breakfast first?” Sebastian’s face slowly spread into a sly grin. He knew that B would have his laptop out and logged onto Zillow as soon as they stepped back into the apartment.

“I’m happy, too. This will be good for us.” Seb cuddled in closer to his boyfriend. “You’ll get to pick out paint swatches and furniture to match.” He knew that Blaine’s stomach would flip at the idea. 

Sebastian wanted to spend his whole life making Blaine smile that infectious smile. 

Blaine’s POV:

“I’m just happy.” He said the words with a grin and nuzzled his nose into Seb’s neck again after accepting his kiss. He traced over his mother’s protective crystal that still lived over Sebastian’s heart before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Seb’s chest. He could feel the rhythm of his boyfriend’s heart and it told Blaine that Seb was just as happy as he was. This was one of those moments where he wanted to take the memory and scoop it up into a snow globe so he could take it down and rewatch it again later. The scars around his wrists and the ones on his mind seemed all the more worth it in moments like this.

“I suppose you’re right, we can wait until we’re rested.” Blaine could have easily gotten up and given them both an energy potion so they could work through it all right now. Blaine could have them moved in a week if he used magic, he could speed up the process. But, one look at Seb’s hopeful face basked in the soft glow of the magical candles that permanently lit the whole beach cottage told him that he needed to do this all naturally. They needed to do it the hard way to get the full experience of building it together. Blaine could share some of his magic with Seb, but for the most part, it was his. This needed to be theirs.  

“Don’t you dare tease me with that right now, I’ll never sleep.” He openly laughed, his voice causing Ras and Freya both to come shambling into the bedroom. Freya gave him a look and Blaine knew she approved without her having to tell him. Enjolras hopped up onto the bed and promptly snuggled at the foot of their bed, exhausted from playing one the shore with Freya and Flotsam. Freya got herself comfortable by snuggling into Ras and before long the two of them were asleep. Blaine loved that they were all together.

“We can sleep, I can wait.” He snuggled down into the covers, his arms pulling Sebastian close to him, whispers of I love you were exchanged and his boyfriend was fast asleep in minutes. Blaine held him close, relishing in the feeling of sleepy, hopefully, contentedness. He felt safe, not just because an actual magical sea creature was watching over them, but because they were all together. He finally let himself relax and drifted off to sleep with an itch in his fingertips- not for magic this time, but with the urge to pick up his phone and begin the search for their perfect home. Luckily Seb’s gentle breathing in his ear and Ras’ soft snores guided him away and into a deep slumber.

/fin.

#para #seblaine #smythesm #andersoncharm #My Train Could Take You Home #seblaine witch rp

[frangipanidownunder]

msr au: mulder is a prince about to ascend the throne, scully is his brilliant tutor

Weird little five para AU set somewhere in Wales in some unspecified medieval time…

1

She noticed the painting on the wall first. An oversized, gold-framed family portrait looming over guests at the top of the stairs that were the focal point the opulent entrance hall. The King stared down, crown gleaming atop his dark hair, beard neatly trimmed, mouth closed, hand resting on his heart, fingers splayed so that the tips brushed the ermine collar of his cloak; the Queen was standing by his side, face inclined to her husband but her eyes were looking past him, wistful, her silvering hair was looped under her crown, hands clasped in front of her. Seated in front of them, a young boy, around twelve maybe, dark hair waving around his face, soft skin, kind eyes of the most brilliant green, nose just on the point of being too large. His long limbs were tucked away neatly, like the painter had placed them there under strict orders for him not to move. Prince Llwynog. The Little Fox. She had expected a red head. Had looked forward to a camaraderie based on shared hair colour. 

The butler asked her to wait. And so she did. For a long time. The domestic staff milled to and fro. She heard horses outside and wondered if her own mare, Missy, were growing restless.

When the seneschal walked down the staircase with a menacing tread, she found herself standing to attention. 

“I am Gwallter, his highness’ steward. Follow me, Sir.”

Dana dipped her head and kept her first thoughts trapped in her mouth. Gwallter was a giant.

2

The room was cavernous. Spectacular but so large and noisy that Dana pulled her cap further over her ears. The feast smelled divine. She saw whole pigs, lamb, beef on silver platters; piles of round baked breads between each guest, turnips and swedes and carrots falling off plates. It had been hours since her last meagre meal. The din was cacophonous as she followed Gwallter past the gentry seated at the high-backed chairs. In the far corner a group of musicians played, instruments Dana had only seen in paintings. The whole scene was so replete with sensory experiences that she hadn’t realised the they had arrived at the head table. Gwallter announced her.

“Your highness, the tutor has arrived.”

The King was watery-eyed, picking at a bone on his plate. The Queen was dabbing at her mouth. Dana assessed that they both looked much older than the painting, and immediately felt foolish at her naivete as a blush spread across her face. To the King’s right was a wily man, grey-haired, sallow skin, smoking an ornate pipe. To the Queen’s left sat the Prince. Llwynog, The Little Fox, who was now…not so little. 

“Who is this young fellow, Gwallter?” The King appeared unfocused, annoyed. The man with the pipe puffed and smirked at her.

“This is Deiniol Scully, the best tutor in the land,” the Queen said to her husband.

“He’s here to teach Llwynog.”

“What use is that?” King Gwilym snapped. “The boy is a dreamer.” He smashed his hands down and bowls and cutlery jumped and rattled. Almost as suddenly, he slouched over and began to eat the vegetables on the plate, gnawing carrots like a rabbit might.

Gwallter turned to her and offered her an almost sympathetic smile. 

“Your highnesses, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. It has been a long journey.” She bowed and her hair fell from her cap. Gwallter loomed over her, squinting at her red curls. The Queen gasped so loudly the diners fell silent and Dana felt their heads turn towards her. The King continued to eat his meal and mumble to himself. Llwynog stood up and walked around the length of the table, leaving the hall so that his echoing footsteps sounded eerily for the longest time.

When they quieted, the smoker laughed. “A girl, Gwilym? You’ve outdone yourself this time, brother.”

3

The door to the Prince’s chambers was so heavy she had to use all her might to open it. Gwallter was standing on the other side and barely moved to let her past. She spotted the Prince in the far corner, lounging on a chaise near a window. Outside, rain had left the gardens bedraggled and the sky frosted silver.

“Prince Llwynog,” she said when he sat up on his chaise, “I’m Dana Scully. I’ve been assigned to work with you.”

He ignored her proffered hand, draping his own down to reach a pile of manuscript papers from the floor. “Oh, isn’t it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded? Under whose penance are you here, Scully?”

She held her ground, tilted her chin. “I am here of my own free will. I am employed to be your tutor. Someone who can give you the intellect desired to enable your succession to the throne, when the time comes.”

He stood then, still holding the papers. “I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me. At any rate, you have misrepresented yourself to my parents.” He glanced at her attire. A velvet green dress, fastened under her bust and flowing the floor. 

“Deiniol Scully? Really?” Gwallter said from behind her.

“I did not write that in any of my letters,” she said. “I referred to myself as D Scully. If there has been a mistake, it is not on my part.”

The Prince laughed. “An omission that is just as culpable as a misrepresentation. What else might you have omitted to tell us, Scully?”

“If you have any doubt about my credentials,” she started but he cut her off, shoving the papers into her hands. 

“Maybe I can get your opinion on this?” 

She looked through some pages of cursive, elaborate writings from the heart. She read and re-read the prose and looked up at him. “An allegory, a praise poem, maybe? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Gwallter crossed the floor and stood between her and the Prince. She heard his low, urgent whispers and Llwynog retorts. The Prince stepped to the side and smiled at her, taking the papers back.

“My parents will pay you handsomely to teach me things I do not wish to know. Had my brother Samuel been with us still, it would have been his place to sit with you and learn. But he has vanished and along with him, my parents’ pride and strength. My uncle is waiting in the wings for me to fail, so you have a task ahead of you, Scully.” 

“I am equal to that task,” she said. Gwallter went to open the door. Llwynog edged closer to her, so that she could see the different colours in his eyes. “The manuscript. It is beautiful. You write very well.” And with that, she nodded her head. 

He smiled at her. “I will see you bright and early in the morrow, Scully.”

4

She became accustomed to Gwallter accompanying her on her morning walk around the gardens. He told her about the older Prince Samuel and his strange disappearance, how the Queen had taken to her room for weeks and how the King had slowly crumbled from commanding leader to demented soul. The smoker, the King’s brother, Lord Carl, had arrived unannounced and fancied himself the next-in-line. Gwallter had grave fears for Llwynog.

“Fox is a sensitive and passionate young man. He is driven by a different energy to most of us.”

She nodded, smiling up at the huge, bald man. “He is a romantic. I can see that. But he is also strong. He has an openness that others might mistake as a vulnerable side, but it is this transparency that gives him his strength. He will be a good leader for the people. He has empathy.”

“I cannot agree,” Gwallter said. “There are those who would seek to make his life a misery should they find out about his…empathy and most especially his writings. He is under the strange impression that others might wish to read his work. What is the future in reading other people’s imaginings? It is senseless.”

“I have discovered many writings that lift the spirit, touch the heart and challenge the imagination in a way that even scripture and other religious texts cannot. It is a good cure for many ills. There is a sense of camaraderie. That one is not alone in this world. I feel there is no harm in letting him dream.”

Gwallter stopped. “You surprise me, Scully. You are sounding more and more like Fox by the week. Has he begun to mesmerise you with his words?” She laughed. Mesmerising was an apt descriptor. The Little Fox was the most unique, infuriating, stubborn, generous man she had ever met. “Next, you will be telling me that you believe his stories about lights in the skies.”

“I want to believe.”

A flurry of movement over by the stables caught her attention. She moved forward but Gwallter grabbed her arm. She saw the puff of smoke float over the half-door. Heard the Queen’s tinkle of laughter between the horse’s braying. “You will not speak of it,” Gwallter said. “Llwynog must not know. He will put it into one of his tales and that would spell danger greater than the would-be conquerors at our borders. War by weapon is valiant. War by words would be catastrophe.”

5

She let the pages fall together with a pleasant whump. The lesson was over. And she had learned more than her pupil. He was kneeling at the foot of the chaise, smiling up at her with his eyes sparkling and his mouth open in wonder. It was as though he had never heard the tale before. And yet it was his own story, put together from the stirrings of his heart and inspired by his eyes. He knew of his mother’s affair, he knew of his father’s emotional and mental decline. He knew of Gwallter’s noble desire to protect his young charge. Fox knew it all. And he had written every word. From Samuel’s vanishing into the bright white light one wintery night to the scheming brother who had planned it and more, his manuscript was a ride into lunacy.

“You must burn this,” she said.

“Why?” he cried. “It’s the truth.”

She rubbed her knees, trying to find the right words. “Your highness,” she said, but he caught her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth.

“You can call me Llwynog, Fox…if you prefer. I have long since thought of you as Dana.” 

A tremor ran up her spine and she shifted back in the seat, but left her hand at his lips. His generous mouth pressed harder against her knuckles and she licked her own lips. She had grown fond of him, with his grand ideas and wild explanations for the most mundane of life’s occurrences. She struggled to work out why they should have such a strong bond, given their different upbringings and personalities. But she came to the conclusion that he made her feel things in a new and interesting way, he challenged her as much as she challenged him. And he made her smile.

“This could ruin you. This could be the lever that your uncle has been looking to release, to unbalance your father so that he tips into insanity. With him gone, it will be just you and Lord Carl. And he has no conscience. He would stoop as low as he needed to ensure you would not stand between him and the throne. I’m afraid for you, Fox.”

Fox leaned up and kissed her. Her first instinct was to pull away but she liked the feel of his breath in her mouth and his evening shadow bristling against her skin. The way his fingers walked up her thighs and teased her belly. She felt a hot rush between her legs and understood that she must end the kiss but it felt so good and right that she found herself nestling closer to him, allowing him to swallow her in his warm embrace. 

She only heard the door click shut. She rubbed at her mouth and patted down her hair, while the Prince looked outside.

“I saw nobody.” His voice was breathy when he returned, his face panic-stricken. She looked at the table by the window. It was empty. “The manuscript is gone.”

Later that night, when her heart had stopped thumping in her chest, she heard a rattle at her door. In her haste to light a candle, she tripped and before she could right herself, a hand clamped over her mouth. 

She struggled free, crawling towards the still open door, and yelling, “Llwynog, Fox! I need your help.”

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #medieval au #msr #weirdness abounds

[madefate-a]

modern au gren HCs bc i accidentally left this in my drafts from last month 👏 

gren works as a para-professional, mostly with grades k-6 but he’s also certified for high school! his concentration is special education and most frequently he works as an ASL interpreter in classrooms or at school-wide events. 

his schedule is a little all over the place since a lot of his work is done on a need and budget basis, so when his caseloads are thin for a school year he picks up extra work in administration, tutoring, or working with companies or individuals as an interpreter. 

he also helps his moms out at their flower shop whenever he can ! 

when he’s not at work he’s usually hanging out with amaya, and though he’d never ever consider it professional work or accept payment for it, over the years he’s fallen into the role or interpreting whenever she wants him to -- if someone’s not fluent and she doesn’t want to spend time & energy using apps or reading lips. 

he remains, as always, a Dork™ 

some hobbies include photography, music, hiking, and cooking / baking, and he’s super prone to giving people little gifts of flowers or treats. 

#( gren. ) #( gren hc. ) #( verse. )

[silassmythe]

SUCCESS IN A SMALL INSTANCE || SELF-PARA

WHO: Silas Smythe            with mentions of Christian Reed ( NPC ), @jimmyclip, Olly, Dalton, and Anna            Smythe ( NPC ), Damian Westbrooke ( NPC ), @ceceharps

WHEN: Fall 1999, Winter 2005, Winter 2007, Summer 2012, and 9/17/17 ( Fall 2017 )

WHERE: Smythe’s backyard, Cotton Plant Schools, Silas’ Harvard Dorm, Theatre in NYC, Christian Reed’s office, Little Rock

SUMMARY: The four times things have gone hopelessly wrong in Silas’ life, and the one time they go surprisingly well. 

WARNINGS: mentions of self-loathing; minor instance of misgendering ( only in Fall 1999 )

NOTES: The para is easier to follow than the rest of the things in this description part I promise

FALL 1999

The first time things went wrong for Silas, he was eleven years old. He was in the fifth grade, but he wasn’t good at a lot of things. His worst subject is, and has always been, mathematics. He just isn’t good at it. He didn’t find it interesting to him, at all. And the first time things went wrong for him, was the day he failed his first test. Usually, he was pretty good at math for an eleven year old. Simple multiplications, maybe a little basic algebra. But when things started getting more complicated, he became confused. Didn’t understand what he wanted to do. And when he walked home knowing there was that 13 / 40 test in his backpack, he felt his heart fall to his stomach. 

He didn’t know how his parents would react. He was the oldest; he was supposed to be the best he could be so he could be a good role model despite Jimmy only being a few minutes younger than him. Maybe it was all in his head; the pressure to excel at everything. It was a lot on his little, eleven year old shoulders. But he still wanted to try as hard as he could. 

He was home a lot earlier than he should be. He was supposed to go to the theater center after school, but he didn’t feel up to going. The fear over how his family would react to that test was eating at him from the inside out; to the point where he didn’t even walk through the front door. Instead, he opened the gate to the backyard, and after making sure that he wouldn’t be seen, he scurried up the ladder to the treehouse his father had build for him and jimmy a few years ago. The wood was old, but sturdy enough to hold his small frame as he tucked himself in the corner, staring at the test. He was out there for what felt like forever for a young boy, but it was only a few hours. He didn’t even stop to think that his parents may worry about him; that they may wonder where he went. He was just afraid of how they’d react. 

The sun had just started to set when he heard someone climbing up the ladder. His first thought was that it was Jimmy -- Silas had been trying to call them via twin telepathy, and maybe it had finally worked. But when he looked over, and saw his father’s head peek up from the entrance to the treehouse, he panicked and shoved the test in his backpack again. 

“What are you doing up here? We were all so worried, Silas. Why didn’t you tell your brother you were coming home earlier? He could have told us.”

Silas paused, holding his backpack close to his chest. He didn’t want to show his father the test. He was afraid, so very afraid and he felt his stomach in his chest. His heartbeat was fast; paranoid. Fear. 

“I...” He sighed, shaking his head. “I didn’t do too well today.” He explained softly, letting his knees fall to the floor. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I failed a test.” 

Dalton was silent. “How bad is it?” 

He didn’t sound upset, more... curious. Silas took the test from his bag and handed the slightly wrinkled paper over. 

“Hm. C’mon, let’s go show this to your mother.” 

The fear was back in Silas’ chest as he descended the ladder, and his mother’s reaction was the same as his father’s. They weren’t mad, a little upset, and they decided to have Silas be tutored. Silas didn’t want to be, however, and from that point on he pushed himself to study harder, if anything to make his parents proud. 

WINTER 2004

The second time things went wrong for Silas, he was a sophomore in high school. Sixteen years old, driving a car, and ready to see where the next few years would take him in life. He already had his own car; a small, hand-me-down vehicle that he got from his grandfather, and he had a boyfriend whom he felt ike he loved.  He had spent the entirety of that past fall going to every football game and standing in the stands, cheering as loud as he could. He even dragged Jimmy to a few, just to show moral support for Damian. Damian Westbrooke was on the football team; a runningback. He was tall, attractive, and Silas felt like the luckiest boy in the world to be able to be dating him. His sophomore year started off to be one of the best of his life.

That is, until Damian asked him to meet him under the bleachers one day after practice. 

Silas, as per usual, had stayed after school to watch the practice. He usually gave Damian a ride home, would say hello to Damian’s mother, then be on his way home to his own family. This time, however, he couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. He had this feeling in his stomach; this feeling like he was in trouble. Almost like his fight or flight instincts, except this time it was something a little more intense. It caused his palms to sweat and his fingers to fidget; desperate for something to fiddle with. 

“Hey, you.” 

Silas jumped, startled by Damian appearing under the bleachers. He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t even notice the boy approaching him. He smiled, greeting Damian with a kiss on the cheek. It was normal for him -- they had been dating since the last day of school their freshman year. “Hey -- what’d you want to talk about?” 

He could see Damian swallow -- the way he adjusted his practice bag on his shoulder; his fist tightening and loosening against the strap. This wasn’t good; this wasn’t good at all. Damian was avoiding eye contact -- his eyes were on the ground. The wind picked up around them, sending a breeze through Silas’ hair that made him wish he didn’t leave his beanie in his car. He could feel his heartbeat pick up -- terrified that Damian would say something was wrong, that he would say --

“I think we should break up.” 

It was like a punch in the gut. 

He was silent a moment; “What?” 

The look on Damian’s face told him enough. There was pain, that little bit of remorse that always came with a breakup, but there wasn’t regret. And that’s what killed Silas the most. “What are you talking about, Dame?” 

“I think we should break up, Silas.” He commented, adjusting his strap again. 

“Why? We were doing so well. Hell, we don’t even argue--” 

“The boys, in the locker room, they’ve been talking--” 

“So what? Screw ‘em! You’re happy, Damian! We’re happy!” 

Damian paused, blinking. Almost as if Silas had said something that he shouldn’t have. The taller boy frowned; his eyebrows pulling together. 

“Damian? You are happy, right?” 

“I...” Damian paused. He looked up at Silas, then back down at the ground. “No. I’m not.” 

Silas took a moment, replaying every instance in his head. He couldn’t think of a time when Damian wasn’t happy; wasn’t smiling. He thought he had done a good job; that he had been a good boyfriend. Damian always told him how much he loved him. How much they were happy together -- Hell, Damian once told Silas how he looked forward to spending the rest of their lives together. It hurt, thinking that he wasn’t happy. 

“Are you serious?” 

He waited, but Damian nodded. And with that, the boy turned to walk away. “I’m sorry, Silas. I never meant to hurt you.” 

Silas watched as Damian walked away, feeling like his heart had been ripped out.

But nothing could match the feeling he felt when he saw Damian walking hand-in-hand with Jenny the Head Cheerleader the very next day. 

WINTER 2007

The third time that things went wrong for Silas was his Freshman year of college; his first year away from home. He was nineteen years old, at one of the best schools in the country, and happy as could be. He even started working on a pledge for fraternities. Things were going well.

It was the day before Christmas Eve. He had bought a ticket weeks in advance to be able to fly home for Christmas, and stay for the rest of the year in Cotton Plant before returning for classes to start again. Some of his favorite memories of home were waking up early Christmas day with Jimmy and going to sit by the tree, eagerly waiting for his parents to wake up and join them. Others included baking cookies on Christmas Eve for dinner the next day, and within the later years Olly had joined him with that. He was excited. He missed home; missed his family. 

The airport was cold. He didn’t expect anything less; with the amount of people in it at this time of year it was better to keep the air on than have everyone complain about how warm it was. He sat in a chair, his luggage a little too close to his legs as he waited impatiently for the intercom to announce his flight. 

It felt like hours had passed by before he heard anything. It had gotten dark outside; and since Silas had just been lost in his book he hadn’t been paying attention to the time. He had wanted to save his phone battery so he had something to drown out the noise of the plane. He finally glanced up and glanced outside, his bottom lip immediately being pulled between his teeth as he saw the snowfall. Almost moments after, he finally heard the intercom -- 

“Attention, members of flight 1251 to Little Rock: Your flight has been cancelled due to insufficient weather. Please visit the ticket desk for rescheduling.” 

Silas all but ran to the ticket desk -- he really wanted to make it home on time. But as he saw the line, he saw how long the line was. It seemed like his flight wasn’t the only one that was cancelled. Sighing, he checked the time -- it was already 6 pm. By the time he was able to reschedule his flight, it would be beyond late and he wouldn’t have time. Nevertheless, he stood in line, and waited. And waited, and waited, and waited, until he was able to talk to the lady at the desk.

“Hello, sir. Are you here to purchase a flight ticket, or reschedule?” 

“Uh,” He cleared his throat, “Reschedule.” 

“Which flight?” 

Tapping his finger against the desk, he placed his ticket down. “1251 to Little Rock, Arkansas.” 

The lady tapped on her keyboard, then looked up at him again. “The next flight to Little Rock is tomorrow at twelve pm.” 

Twelve pm. That was noon. That wasn’t enough time to get home, and do all that he wanted to do. And that didn’t even add in the fact that it would take even longer to get home because after a storm like this, the roads would be horrible. Sighing, he shook his head. “Is there any flights that have layover? Flights preferably tonight?” 

She tapped away on her keyboard, and after a moment, frowned. “I’m sorry sir, but all flights for tonight have been cancelled due to the storm. The next flight isn’t until one am tomorrow to Miami.” 

A dual flight from Miami to Little Rock didn’t seem too bad. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it would just take longer. And he wouldn’t get any sleep. And it would probably cost a lot more than just waiting until noon. “I’ll take the twelve o’clock pm flight to Little Rock.” 

The lady was kind enough to exchange his ticket, meaning he didn’t have to pay another penny. But what he was the most frustrated about, was that the next day, the storm still hadn’t lifted. Boston was covered in snow, the streets were horrible. He had to take take the train to the airport in the first place just to find out that the twelve pm flight to Little Rock had been cancelled as well. 

He had to spend his first Christmas in college alone in his dorm room because of the stupid snow. And he spent it looking at the presents he had gotten for his family -- the Harvard sweatshirt he had gotten for his father, the necklace for his mother, the snowglobe for Olly, the painting for Jimmy -- all wrapped in the corner of his room, waiting to be opened. He ate takeout that he had to trudge through the snow to get, watched his favorite movies, but that didn’t stop the empty feeling that he had the entire time. He felt beyond alone, and there was really nothing that he could do. 

SUMMER 2012

The fourth time things went wrong for Silas, it was right after he graduated from school and had spent time lingering around, hoping for something that may or may not come true. He made the decision on a whim; mostly because he hadn’t wanted to go home just yet. He wanted to try and make something for himself. He had yet to have enough money saved to get his own shop, and part of him wanted to try something spontaneous. So he sold his car -- the old, beat up car he had from high school -- and took the train to New York City. He rented a small studio apartment, ready to take on the city for whatever it had with him. And he got a basic job at a coffee shop. It was nice; his post-grad life was starting off pretty well. 

He started auditioning. Just something on the side; trying to see if anything happened. And things went slow at first. He knew he wasn’t going to get the parts he wanted right away, and he didn’t mind it. But when he got his first callback, he was beyond excited. He walked into the theater with confidence, his head held high and excitement coursing through his veins. He thought this was his big break. Things were going so smoothly; he was hoping for the best. 

There was two things he had to do for the callback. The first thing was a re-reading of the scenes that he wasn’t able to do previously, and the second was a chemistry read with the females that had been called back. It seemed simple enough. And he did what he had to do. He did the scenes, almost memorized the slides he was given, and even made a few friends. And when he left the theater later that day, he was pretty sure that he would at least get a small part in the show. 

He found out a week later that he didn’t even get that. He had heard from one of his friends from the callbacks that someone else had gotten the part, and that the reason he wasn’t cast was that the female that was cast was so much shorter than him, that it wouldn’t work. And as much as he didn’t want to believe it, he knew it was true. One of the girls was almost two feet shorter than him. And when it boiled down to it, he knew that was the girl that was cast. 

He knew he shouldn’t have been upset, but he was. He really, really was. 

It was a stupid thing to be upset over. But it seemed to be one of the turning points for him. He fell in a small, downward spiral after that -- not going to work, avoiding going out with friends. He just didn’t feel motivated after that. That’s what made him head home; he knew he’d be happy in Cotton Plant. But that still didn’t mean that he didn’t bring his sadness with him. 

FALL 2017 -- 9/17/17

“You seem very sure of this, Mr. Smythe.” Christian commented, a smile on his face. He typed away on his keyboard, finishing up the formalities of the purchase. Silas was all but bouncing in his seat. He even dressed up for the occasion -- as dressed up as dressy casual could be. 

“I am. I’ve been saving up for this for many years.” 

Christian nodded, printing out the documents. He collected them all, stapled them, marked some areas with a red circle, then handed the packet to Silas. “Sign everywhere there’s a circle.” 

Silas nodded, eagerly looking over the contract then picked up the pen and signed his big, scribbled signature. He glanced it over once more, and handed it back to Christian. 

He had been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. Hell, he and CeCe talked about it when they were younger. And while he wanted her to be there with him, signing the papers -- he knew why she couldn’t. He wanted to surprise her. But things were finally going right. Things were finally falling into place and it was only a few more months of preparations before he was able to really live out his dream, with his best friend by his side. All that was left to do was buy the equipment, get his license, and start hiring. He was almost there that he felt like he could taste it. 

“Alright, it seems like everything’s in order and paid for.” Christian smiled, pushing off from his desk and standing up. “Shall we go check it out?” 

“Of course.” Silas was given the address, and followed Christian out to Little Rock. 

The building was on the corner of a small strip mall on the outskirts of downtown Little Rock. Cars were still coming and going, and it was right next to a small diner. It seemed like the perfect spot for his plans. He parked right in front, right next to Christian, and tried not to seem too excited about it. Christian unlocked the door and let Silas inside, and the taller man couldn’t hide the grin that appeared on his face. 

The walls were bare white, and the floor was hard, dark wood. It seemed that the place hadn’t been occupied in years despite it being only a few months. Silas stepped into the center of the room, taking it all in. “What did this used to be?” He asked, looking around. 

“A nail studio. There’s the big area here, two rooms in the back for offices, and a bathroom.” Christian stated, watching as Silas looked around.

Ideas already started coming to life in Silas’ mind. He could hang up movie posters; make it partially his own. Bring in things that he and CeCe both loved; make it theirs. They could paint on the walls; put up his own designs. They could turn the two office spaces in the back into one big room where their artists could relax on their breaks. They could make it a great little space to be.

He was just hoping that CeCe would be willing to do this with him at the cost in mind. 

He could see the chairs lining the walls. The desks at the front for check-ins and appointments to be made. Half walls to separate the artists’ spaces. Everything was coming together in his mind. 

“And you said that renovations alone would only take a few months, right?” 

“With dedication, yes.” 

“And I can do whatever I want?” 

“Within reason.” 

Silas grinned. “That’s amazing.” He looked back to the area, feeling like he was about to start jumping for joy. It was coming together. It was all coming together and things were going right. He was one step closer to creating his own tattoo shop. 

He was getting lost in his head again. Too busy going through ideas in his mind to notice Christian coming up behind him and tapping on his shoulder. 

“Mr. Smythe?” 

“Hm?”

“Here’s your keys.” 

Silas grinned, taking the key in his hand. “Thank you, so much.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Smythe. I’m going to head out, though -- please contact me if you have any questions. Enjoy your new space.” 

It was when Christian was out the door that Silas let out a laugh, and really did jump for joy.

#p. #p. success in a small instance #p. self #st. #ft. damian #ft. olly #ft. jimmy #ft. the smythes #ft. christian #self loathing tw #misgendering tw

[fnlgleeks]

October Calendar

October 12th, Thursday; Longhorns Rally Girl Raffle

On Thursday, the 12th we will announce Rally Girl pairings. Admins will use chatzy to randomly decide who will be paired with each football player. A rally girl or gal is someone who pretty much plays support system to the football player. Every Friday they make them baked good, decorate their door with Long Horn spirit, and outside of that, can be a tutor, fitness bud, or whatever else. It’s no mystery there has been a tradition - one not in the handbook - about rally girls or guys doing the homework, instead of just ‘helping’, and of course, several other scandalous things.

This event is exclusive to football players and cheerleaders alike, and because there are far more football players than cheerleaders, each cheerleader will have two football players. We will also be deciding pairings for the football players and cheerleaders that are currently not taken, so that if they were to be applied for, their muns could easily jump into the games.

October 14th, Saturday; Longhorns vs Rice University

Kickoff at 6 PM

October 16th, Monday; Pledge Move In

Pledges will move into their respected houses on Monday.

October 20th, Friday; Haunted House Competition

Each house on Greek Row must decorate their house for a competition to see who has the scariest haunted house. The judges will be Sue, Mr. Schuester, and Ms. Pillsbury. They’re scoring off of originality, creepiness, and scare factor. The evening will take place that Friday, when night falls. The houses will be open to everyone to go through, and the winners will be announced around 6:30.

You get a Party City trophy, a voucher to Applebees,  and bragging rights all year. It’s a Greek Row tradition everyone is known to get into, and enthusiastic about. The Kappa boys have taken the prize three years in the row, and everyone's jonesing to be the Greek House that finally broke their streak

October 21st, Saturday; Mud Run, Charity Event:

The Kappa brothers and sisters will put on a Mud Run for a charity event to help, Wounded Warriors, and it will begin at 7 AM and continue throughout the entire day.

This is how it works: every person participating will buy a ticket, which will be fifty bucks a pop to participate. They will rally people to donate a certain amount of money for each mile they complete. 100% of the proceeds will go to Wounded Warrior. 

Seeing as it’s the month of Halloween, zombies are welcome. You can either team up with a friend and get zombified, or even use some of the make-up and paint that will be at a couple craft tables manned by some Cheerleaders before the race begins. 

Because the event is so kick ass, you deserve to celebrate with a kick-ass time, an after party will be thrown. Prepare to be met at the finish line with Long Horn Cheerleaders greeting you with beer, a clean towel, and pointing you to the direction of the party! 

The United States Navy Band will be teaming up with a local country artist, Jennifer Thompson, and the Long Horn Cheerleaders will performing during intermission on stage. The food will be donated by Bucks BBQ.

October 22nd, Sunday; Longhorns at Missouri

Kickoff at 11am

They will be leaving for Missouri the night before, at 7 PM.

October 24th to 31st, Tuesday through Tuesday; Murder Week

(this link has the explanation of what this is!) How things will work: we will use chatzy to randomly pair the ‘knives’ up with someone. On Tuesday,  the 24th, everyone will wake up with the knife, with their targets name written on it, slipped under their door. And that’s when games begin! This can be written out in f2f, so when you get to the ‘stabby’ part of it all, notify admins by either sending an ask or private message, and we will use chatzy to decide the fate of the stab - did it land, or not land? We will then send the attacker a message after letting them know if it succeeded or not.

For the Murder Week, we will also be testing out something new! If someone has a knife emoji, or (open) next to their thread with someone else, that is an open invitation for an attacker with a knife with said characters name on it, to jump into the thread, and attack.

For example: If Admin T and I were threading Tedtana and we had the Knife emoji, or (Open) next, to the title of the para, that means we are inviting their attackers to jump in - if they chose too, of course. So, if Mercedes had Teddy’s knife, Jordan could use that opportunity to reblog our thread, with Mercedes ‘attacking’ Teddy. If Blaine had Santana, and saw our thread with the knife emoji or (Open) next to the title that means Mari could reblog our thread and have Blaine ‘attack’ Santana. If the attack is a success or not will be decided by the admins, with chatzy, like above!

It is completely your choice to use that ‘open’ method with your threading during the week so ‘attackers’ can attack. it is not mandatory, but an option we thought people could utilize if they want!

October 28th, Saturday; Longhorns vs. Oklahoma

Kickoff at 12 PM

Red River Rivalry, so be sure to get your seats as soon as you get the chance! Tailgating starts at 7 AM.

October 31st, Tuesday; Costume/Halloween Party

This will all lead to a costume party held by Kappa. They will have their famous hallloween costume, in which each house dresses up as a ‘theme’ to show off, and hopefully take home the coveted “best dressed house” award . Which usually comes with a sachet, a crown, and a case of beer. Hunter will be holding the party at his mansion in Austin, so none of those pesky campus rules can ruin this years Halloween Bash. 

All sororities/frats that want to participate can send in their costume themes two days before the event to the cattle chatter, we will put them up and have a ‘vote’ for who is best dressed using a poll system! The link and other details will be uploaded the day before the event.

*reminder, if anyone wants to hold an event, or Halloween party don’t forget we have an EVENT FORM you guys can fill out, and slip in our submit box! If approved we can add it to the calendar.

#long post #fnlgschedule