#so i made the beard as barely noticeable as possible lmao

[raiiny-bay]

apocalypse boys (wip)

#this is them before they turn into monsters :-) #there are still a good few things i have to finish/change but #i think we're off to a good start #they don't know each other in this universe (like prior to being monsters i mean) but they are in the same city #i've been thinkin up pre-monster lore since i've been working on the origin stories & ngl #i am kind of sad they don't get to meet up somehow & survive the apocalypse together as like. humans. #bc i think they'd have a really fun/interesting dynamic in this universe #n e way #rainyrambles #dl maybe idk #ETA: i did give Kel facial hair & it literally gave me the most visceral & offensive feeling like #kel boy does not look right w facial hair. there is a reason he shaves every single day in the reg universe #so i made the beard as barely noticeable as possible lmao

[eclipsedpascal]

You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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Thank you sm for reading!!🥺💗

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[farty-city]

inside bo burnham review no one asked for

i enjoy other peoples commentary and i was writing down my first thoughts anyway so here it is

inside

first song/intro song

i like the phone screen on him, very reflective of how we have had phone screens on us

“roberts been a little depressed” osnskjdnfs

they were right “daddys made you some content so open wide” hjbfafn

intro

oh my god he looks awful

but like in a cute way

maybe

healing the world with comedy (second song)

the canned and queued laugher no exactly… is it a symbol or is it just funny.. who's to say. 

it think its a good first song, establishing he knows what he is doing is kind of useless 

“the indescribable power of your comedy”

he looks like marc maron rn

i like the synthed voice and synthesizer

the jesus allusion … yeah

“i'm a special kind of white guy”

this feels like he knows how he is perceived by fans.. Make happy was too much

his fucking dancing fksjdnfksj

i think he did a good job looking manic

the lasers lmao

Side 1

Bo made a huge gamble releasing this like,,, what if you just stumbled upon it and this was ur first introduction to him..

I bet its like when i comment dumb things on instagram comments and get that rush of hehehehe

NO NOT BO DEVELOPING BILLIE EILLISH VOWELS

Also this is exactly what he wanted like,, he just wanted to make his things and not deal with the crowds so..

To think i was like finding scraps of him performing at largo and stuff and now,, so much content

life imitates art

the way he's literally what he wrote hgbkdf

there is no authenticity with cameras

suicide ?

 facetime with my mom tonight

the blue light.. Yeah

o hblue like sad

i don't know how i feel about the electric music but i guess its no different than whatever else i listen to

this is sad wow

still catchy etc

side 2

i wonder if here will be any fart jokes

that is how the world works (songs)

the huge mess and then him in a sweater

this is reminiscent of that walmart muppets

he became tim minchin with a sock puppet

the “yes… yes sir” stoppp 

jkgdsnfijwkensfosnf

qbejfnjne

nerjgnoejns

bo making a political statement and a metaphor for activism and then making it weirdly kinky

brand consultant (bit)

man bun

i have to believe he filmed it with the beard because quarantine vibes and also bc he was tired of being seen as a child

white womans instagram (song)

i did not like that intro

BO AND GLASSES THANK GOD

the daisies wow just wow

underwear

“white womans instagram” or “bo burnham becomes a girlboss”

i like that he didn't lose his cadence like the way the rhymes are you can still tell its him

i don't get the mom part sorry

is it like how people are very superficial but also very personal on their instagrams

this part was legit sad

side 3

i wonder how he felt with cameras constantly on him

Although this is the point hes trying to make

lol seinfeld moment (bit)

unpaid intern (bit and song)

“barely people somehow legal” was so smooth woW

omg he was scatting

he was a man who would scat

oh my god what great news

the react clip omg

i cant believe he did that oh my god

observation/critisism and response to the “can anyone shut the fuck up” 

and as i realized what he was doing he was like “i have this need for everything i make to have a deeper meaning” oh my god

now the question is how long will this go on?

jeffrey bezos (song)

idk its catchy

and then theres him like sleeping and talking which kind of is part of the jeff bezos song

bug eyes salamanders hehe

sexting (song)

i do believe this is just a silly song 

the earrings tho omg

sounds like post malone hbkjdsnfskj

idk its still about like intimacy in quarantine and that stuff..

the knife (bit)

i know hes copying like other youtubers but like,,, what

stuck in a room (song)

the intro is very funny and relatable

classic bo i love it 

i will say this special has been more reflective but i suppose it has to be

“look whos inside again”

i like the end too, this is all a fabrication

this is the clip where hes staring at the projection of himself from his old youtube videos which is sort of more like an ending to the “stuck in my room” song

 sorry (song)

i love the 80’s style music and its like zumba

oh this is like an apology song

“father please forgive me for i did not realise what i did, or that id live to regret it” what a catchy line

i would say this is another more “classic” bo song where its self aware and funny

“my closet it chalk full of stuff that is vaguely shitty” 

camera falling

this deserves its own bullet because its silly

i'm turning 30 (bit and song)

i remember him talking about this on a podcast and like,, damn i didn't know this also happened LOL

i really like how he did the lighting 

“stupid fucking ugly boring children”

suicide talk (1)

this is interesting i like the use of the projection

this is something that could never have happened onstage

just like with the it being projected on him

i guess it could but it would have to be done differently and probably hed have to make it funnier to make it more engaging

intermission

i just checked this is about the halfway point.. Mh

i don't wanna know (song)

“i thought it’d be over by now”

i wish this was longer but i kind of like how its just a little snippet and then the cut

video game (bit)

“i guess i’ll cry again”

“is the dude big or is the room small” lol

hm depression

 feelin like shit (song)

ohh the lighting is fun again

this is the tone shift i suppose

the feels like supalonely and the new kind of music

atl

:(

panic attack 

everything all of the time (song)

feels like brandon rogers 

i enjoy this

this feels like “welcome to youtube” grew up

“a little bit of everything all of the time”

“apathys a tragedy and boredoms a crime”

ok olivia rodrigo

finishing the special (bit)

these feel like diary entries but as standup

interesting choice

jeffery bezos (2)

Why the seaweed suit

Where did he get that

the digital space (bit)

suit up, gather what is needed, and return to the surface

damn

pirate map anfdkjfnskjd

this was so stupid (affectonate)

that funny feeling (song)

the campfire vibes 

kenny loggins

i don't get it..

is it about childhood, is it about the present?

i think its talking about the end of content? 

“the end of culture”, to quote make happy

change and not liking it 

“we were overdue, but it will be over soon”

if the second half of the special is like a panic attack this song is like a momentary pause before it gets worse

“so ive been working on this special”/breakdown 

this was .. uncomfortable and genuine which i'm sure is why he kept it

all eyes on me (song/rant)

another sad thing to watch.. damn

me trying to tell if the audio was from make happy

i think he was trying to make it as if the audio was from make happy 

this feels.. familiar

and obviously that is the point

“come on in the waters fine”

the use of autotune during the talking part... yeah

sad that he was gonna make another special… and it would have been totally different than this

i’ve decided i like the homage to make happy

It feels like hes made peace with it

the montage of him waking up and the “i think i'm done”

and then of course the ending where he's watching it over to remind us that its all fabricated

possible ending song/ “i promise to never go outside again”

ngl he looks good in the shirt with the haircut hehe

which i feel like is what he wants up to notice

and then like not think after we saw all his breakdowns

“i want to hear you tell a joke when no ones laughing in the background”

i really like the medley

Final thoughts

I want a blooper reel, but this doesn't seem like the kind of special

I also wonder if the songs will be on like apple music, but again, doesn't seem like the kind of special

I'm happy for him, he got to be honest and open and show us the sort of panicky stuff

this self aware comedy is exactly the stuff that i think will be making a comeback in the next decade.  John better be pulling up with more deconstructed comedy. 

I hope this has given him peace

#i am so sorry for clogging the feed #bo burnham #inside #inside bo burnham #make happy #what. #words words words #bo fo sho #oh bo

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

70s Jimercury

I know this was completed brilliantly by another anon, but I wanted to give it a try myself because it’s such a funny prompt. Credit goes to the anon who came up with this.

Warning for some outdated language regarding gay people (e.g., queer, homosexual, etc.)

‘In my defence,’ said Roger, as the car went over a speed bump and he temporarily lost his balance, almost ending up on Brian’s lap, ‘it was John who dared me to put chewing gum in your hair, so technically this is all his fault.’

‘Don’t even talk to me.’ Brian growled, his expression so dark it made Roger feel like a ghost had passed through him. ‘You’re lucky Miami was able to get me this appointment at such short notice. If he hadn’t, you and Deacy would be arriving to that photoshoot tonight in a hearse.’

‘You’re breaking my heart, Bri.’ Roger yawned, leaning back in his seat. ‘Don’t get your knickers in a twist; the nice barber man will trim your bush and you’ll be good as new for your close up.’

‘Oh yeah, with a whopping great bald patch!’

‘Such a pessimist. Trust me; one day we’ll be sitting on my front lawn, sipping tea, and laughing about this.’

Brian’s face remained bland as a stone.

‘Oh, cheer up, would you?’ The drummer threw up his arms in defeat. ‘We already have one miserable bastard in this band, we don’t need another one.’

Brian sighed, staring out of the darkened window as his mind turned to their ailing frontman. Freddie hadn’t been the same since his breakup with David Minns. David was, after all, his first proper love; he had given Freddie the courage to finally come to terms with who he really was and end his fraudulent relationship with Mary. There was something about David that brought Freddie to life in a way that Brian had never seen before. When David was around, he glowed with an energy that didn’t seem humanly possible.

But all relationships have their ups and downs. Freddie never went into detail about the rows that occurred between he and David, but Brian had heard through the grapevine that there were several contributing factors to the breakup, ranging from Freddie's strained relationship with his parents to arguments becoming physical. But the real catalyst came in the form of a blond American man named Joe Fanelli; and Freddie being Freddie, he just couldn’t resist temptation when it was offered up to him on a silver platter.

The aftermath of the separation had been…devastating to say the least. The spark in Freddie had almost vanished entirely, replaced with an emotionless husk. He had no motivation, not even to perform; his days were spent hidden away in his hotel room, refusing to emerge, even for the most basic necessities like food and water. And the others had no choice but to sit and watch his self-destruction.

‘We need to do something about him.’ Brian announced, as the car pulled up to the curb where security was already waiting for them. ‘It’s been two weeks and he’s barely shifted from that bed. We’ll need to stage a fucking intervention at this point.’

‘One problem at a time, Bri.’ Roger replied as the car door was pulled open. ‘Now hop it, Miami will eat us alive if we’re late.’

They made it into the Savoy without being detected by any lurking members of the public; Brian sighed in relief as he was led into the salon and all but collapsed in the barber chair. He just wanted to get his hair sorted and then leave as soon as possible. He was tired, he was hungry, and he felt fucking awful for making some poor underpaid hairdresser stay behind after hours to battle with his curly mop. He just hoped he’d be able to keep up with the endless questions that would undoubtedly be coming his way; after all, it wasn’t every day you got to trim a celebrity’s noggin, was it?

‘Alright lads?’ A thick, friendly Irish accent suddenly filled the room, and the two of them turned to see an average sized man with a dark, thick beard pop out from behind the counter, a large black gown draped on his arm and a toolbag under the other. ‘What can I do for you today?’

Brian motioned to the wad of gum stuck in his curls. ‘Going to need to take a chunk out of my head, I’m afraid. This one over hear thought it would be funny to use my skull as a school desk.’

‘It was a dare.’ Roger grumbled.

The man chuckled humorously. ‘Let’s have a look at it before we do anything rash.’ He draped the gown around Brian’s front, before opening up the toolbag and setting out the various instruments on the counter. ‘I’m Jim by the way.’

‘Brian. The smug twat sitting over there is Roger.’

Said twat pulled a face. ‘Oi!’

The first thing that struck Brian was that this fellow didn’t appear to recognise them at all. They chatted about nearly everything except music; and when the conversation turned to work and Jim asked what Brian did for a living, the guitarist was certain that someone was pulling his leg. Had Miami really managed to find the one barber in London who had no idea who Queen was?

‘We’re musicians.’ He replied, glancing in the mirror for any sign of recognition in Jim’s eyes. ‘We actually have our own band. Ever heard of Queen?’

The barber frowned slightly in thought. ‘Queen? Sorry, doesn’t ring any bells. I’m not really up to date with today’s music. Does your band perform locally?’

‘On occasion.’

‘Had any success?’

‘We do alright for ourselves.’ Brian glared at Roger as the drummer sniggered in the background.

‘Good news.’ Declared Jim, after ten minutes of fiddling about with Brian’s forest of curls. ‘I should be able to shift this with a bit of conditioner. No cutting needed.’

‘Are you serious?’ Brian could have kissed the man if he was that way inclined. ‘Mate, that’s fantastic.’

Jim excused himself to go into the back room, oblivious to the pair of narrowed blue eyes that followed him, studying every step. Roger, who had been silent throughout the exchange between the other two men, suddenly twiddled his fingers together like a Bond villain and quietly muttered, ‘queer.’

Brian stopped fussing with his hair long enough to turn towards him. ‘You what?’

‘Him.’ Roger pointed towards the door that Jim had just disappeared through. ‘Queer. I’d bet the Red Special on it.’

‘Roger, you can’t just go around calling people queer.’ Brian could feel his face heating up, praying the Irishman didn’t have sharp hearing. ‘Besides, how the bloody hell would you know if he’s queer or not? It’s not like he has it written on his forehead.’

‘Trust me, I know these things. Call it a sixth sense. Saw it coming from a mile away with Freddie.’

‘Did not.’

‘Did so, Brian. Unlike you, this sort of thing doesn’t fly over my head.’

Brian rolled his eyes. ‘Alright, let’s say he is queer. What’s that got to do with anything?’

‘Isn’t it obvious? He’d be perfect for Freddie.’

‘Seriously, Roger? You want to play matchmaker now? How exactly is he “perfect” for Freddie?’

‘He looks like Burt Reynolds, he spent ages gushing about his pet cat, and it’s pretty obvious he has no fucking idea who Queen are. Freddie’s always been a sucker for the average Joe.’

Brian opened his mouth to argue. Then he closed it again, immediately. Roger was…pretty damn spot on.

‘I say we get Freddie in here to meet him.’ Roger murmured, as Jim returned from the back room, bottle of conditioner in hand.

‘Sorry for the wait.’ The Irishman poured a dollop onto his palm, before carefully working it into the gum-infested locks. ‘Let’s see if we can get this bugger out.’

No less than five minutes later, the gum had been safely removed and Brian was a free man again. Miami had already covered the cost for the cut, but Brian insisted on leaving Jim a tip, eternally grateful that his pride and joy was still neatly intact. Maybe Roger had a point; Jim seemed like a decent bloke. Calm, friendly, ordinary in an endearing way. Broad and muscular like Freddie preferred, though not overly tall (though everyone was dwarfed in Brian’s presence.) And now that he thought about it, he did look a bit like Burt Reynolds…

‘You wouldn’t be able to do us a favour, would you Jim?’

‘Just name it.’ Jim replied, still staring gormlessly at the fifty-pound note in his hand.

‘We have a friend who’s in desperate need of a trim.’ The lie fell off Brian’s tongue so easily, it almost made him uncomfortable. ‘Would I be able to arrange an appointment for him with you next week? It would have to be after hours again, but-’

‘No problem.’ Jim quickly came to his sense and shoved the money in his pocket. ‘I can put him down for Friday if that works?’

‘Perfect! See you then.’

He all but dragged Roger out of the salon, wading through the small crowd of fans who had congregated outside the building after being tipped off about their presence, and quickly diving into the car waiting on the curb.

‘Not one word.’ He said between his teeth, as Roger flashed him a smirk that said, “I told you so.” (1/2)

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First of all, I am so sorry for posting this so late! I had a really busy day, and haven't had a moment to myself until now.

And now...

I FUCKING LOVE THIS! The earlier drabble by another anon was wonderful, and this one is equally good!

Lmao, I loved this line:

Brian motioned to the wad of gum stuck in his curls. ‘Going to need to take a chunk out of my head, I’m afraid. This one over hear thought it would be funny to use my skull as a school desk.’

Hahaha this was so damn funny, and sweet and oh god simply amazing!

(More drabbles by writer anon)

#ask response #jim hutton #freddie mercury #anon writing #alternate universe

[berrymeter]

hi everyone this is my first fic be nice to me <3

in which y/n gets to bully mark tuan for free - somewhere over 1k words

It’s getting a little late, isn’t it ? You check your watch— just kidding, you don’t have one. What year is it, 2006 ? Don’t make me laugh. Rather than a clock bracelet conveniently placed around your wrist you lower your eyes to the bottom right corner of your laptop to confirm your suspicions… Ah, yes, the passage of time. You spent the entire damn afternoon scrolling through social media like some kind of zoomer-millennial-loser, again. (Chances are you’re one.) Still that doesn’t negate the fact that it is assuredly late now ; shouldn’t that passive aggressive twink-passing dude be back by now ?

Okay, it’s not that late. Just about time for dinner, the good ol’ almost-nine in the evening. Realistically you shouldn’t be complaining, you never actually have dinner with your problematic roommate nor do you eat dinner at an appropriate time yourself, but you open your notes app nonetheless and add another bullet point to your list: “Things I Get To Throw In His Face When We Have An Argument”. Build up your arsenal and release it all when the time is right, that’ll show him. An exaggerated sigh escapes your lips. Is it so hard to be punctual, after all ? He told you he’d be back by eight ! You’d planned to watch a movie together ! Not that it ever amounted to anything since an argument always broke out mid-film, but plans were nice every once in a while. You bite your bottom lip in annoyance, zoning out for a brief few seconds ( minutes ? Are you aware of time ? I’m not) as your eyes lose focus over the screen emitting all that nasty blue light, before deciding to just brush it off – at the very least, until he gets there. Once the door opens, it’s on. Some more scrolling and it gets you thinking, since your brain doesn’t have much better to do while he’s not here to get his ass jumped by you. You think. You think about how you referred to him as a “twink-passing” dude just a few paragraphs earlier. (You are currently in the mind of the narrator. I get to be y/n.) Why so ? Well, very simply, a twink would refer to a man who engages in romantic relationships with other men, or would at least be willing to. You’re unsure whether he would consider it. He sure looks like you could snap him like a twig though, so you call him a twink anyway. What’s he going to do ? Punch your kneecaps ? (Even if you are short, I, the writer, am shorter than you. I am offering you the ability to be taller than Mark Tuan. Use it wisely.) You think a little further, and think of how ‘twink’ has been used so many times as a joke, like it’s a funny insult. Is it right ? Are we not taking the term seriously enough ? You drop that train of thought soon enough. It doesn’t matter: twinks should be bullied. What convinced you of this is that twink from that NCT group, the one with the monosyllabic name. You nod to yourself. Yes, twinks should undeniably be bullied. (Note that I am a twink too, it’s okay, relax, I’m not calling for twink oppression. I mean I kinda am actually tho.) Within a few more seconds, your eyelids start to slip shut. Ah… What was that about the zoomer-millennial-loser thing ? You know it’s not easy these days to be productive, to find things you enjoy when you’re not in the right headspace, and being in the right headspace is not easy itself either. Work is tiring. You need those bucks, though. You struggle to work and then on your day off you scroll through social media. It doesn’t actually make you a loser, does it ? That’s what the bitter older generations will try to feed you, but it’s all wrong. You’re just living. Yes, you are. I’m proud of you. You made it this far ! Keep scrolling. Maybe get off Twitter though, that’s not how you’re going to make yourself feel any better in any capacity, unless your thing is pissing off ARMYs and getting terminated within the hour… The door unlocks. Your mind snaps back in. Wow, gee, at least you managed to pass time ! And it’s… yikes, you probably dozed off too during that time, because it’s past ten. An offended frown graces your features as you turn to look at that little bastard, that short fucking stick, that— “ Wha ! ” You get hit in the face with a purse… Damn, gay ass, he’s carrying a purse around now ? Wait, hold on. Why the fuck— “ Why the fuck did you do that ? ” you exclaim as you throw the purse aside. The devil’s looking at you with that passive aggressive smile of his on his face. Sickening. “ I heard what you said about Virgo men the other day, ” he responds, his voice barely hiding the pent up anger, “ and that wasn’t really nice, (y/n). We actually shower, you know ? ” “ Yeah, well, you’re gonna need to prove that, bitch boy. ” He grabs his keys and throws them in your face. Ouch, hey ! “ Stop that ! I wasn’t even lying, I— " His hand goes through his pocket while you speak and this time his phone hits your head. It’s enough. Quickly you stand, pushing your laptop aside and throwing the phone right back in his face… but it’s too late. He’s seen it. Your laptop. He gets a flash from the past ; years ago, when he was just a young Virgo man navigating this cruel world, although the world was at his fingertips by virtue of being a FUCKING Virgo man (tells you a lot about why the world is cruel), back when he met that so, so young Taurus boy, and he grabbed his laptop… You notice his glare. Your eyes narrow, and before you can yell out “No” he’s leaping for your laptop, grabbing it and holding onto it tight as you try to pry it from his hands. “ Let it go or I’m calling Jaybee ! “ the words shoot right out of your mouth. “ You think I’m scared of that catboy ? He showers even less than me ! ” “ Did you just admit to not showering ? Fucking nasty ! Go shower, stinky ! ” He roars in response, but it’s really embarrassing because he’s not a lion in any way, shape or form. He is, fortunately, very much human. You move your foot to rest it on his back (picture it: he’s on his stomach, across the couch, holding onto your laptop. So it is possible for you to rest your foot on his back). You put a little pressure on it, and his back cracks a little ; he goes “Ouch, fuck !”, and releases his grip. Yes, good, the laptop is yours (you knew that but I mean it’s in your hands again, don’t be annoying). Once again you put it aside – he uses that time to straighten himself up a little – but you have no mercy. You rush to the fridge as he follows suit, grab the bottle of milk, open it and throw it in his face. “ Jesus Christ, dude ! ” he yells out, completely inconsiderate of whether or not you’d like to be addressed as such. Don’t forget: as hot as he may be, he is a Virgo man. He does not care about you. Stop loving him right now. “ Guess you’re gonna have to shower for real this time, ” you comment, the satisfaction of this battle you just won seeping through your words. “ Fucking loser, lmao. ” “ Fuck you, (y/n). ” “ You look stupid as hell right now. Boo! Take a shower, you and your crusty musty ass ! That’s what you get for making me wait two hours ! You can’t even find the beat though, I guess you couldn’t find where to read the time on your phone. ” The court jester known as Mark Tuan proceeds to exit the scene under these humiliating claims, wiping some of the milk off his face with his milk-drenched shirt. “ Ew, ” is what you have to say to that. “ I beg you to shut your mouth right now, ” he responds from the bathroom.

But you don’t shut up. You’ve got your list, after all. You come closer to the bathroom door and lean against it, opening your handy dandy notes app – it's actually a Drive file so you can open it both on your laptop and your phone, handy dandy ! – and beginning to go through it all. " You remember when we moved in together and you stubbed your toe ? You thought I wouldn't notice how you blamed me for stubbing your toe on YOUR table that I hadn't even touched, and just casually didn't do any chores the next week ? Or the time I asked you to not touch my food and you went and ate all of it without even thinking about it, the time you threw my phone away because you thought it was too old and cheap to still be used by someone... Or worst of all, the time you said Zuko wasn't a 'compelling' or 'well-written' character, and that you found the Joker much more relatable... " " Go away ! " He kind of sounds like a child, not as in cute but as in immature for a grown ass man, and next thing you hear is the sound of rushing water. He's actually showering ? Damn, guess all that bullying paid off at the end of the day ! You smile to yourself but in an evil way. “ What a fucking embarrassing manlet lol, “ you mutter to yourself. Your job here is done (for now). All is well in the world. You go sit back on the couch, grab your laptop again, and browse AO3 for self-insert fics where you help Jinyoung and Jaebum hide their relationship by being Jinyoung’s beard. No way you’d get that close to Jaebum even in the dreamscape ; Mark was kinda right about him not showering…

#perth.txt #perth writes bullshit for fun #it's a masterpiece <3

[chrysalispen]

a very rough bit of sappiness from a WIP i have on the back burner, just so y’all know i’m not dead LMAO

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Standing frozen before her bedchamber door all but vibrating with anxiety, trying not to grab handfuls of the Doman dressing robe that had been a nameday gift to herself last year, Aurelia found herself wondering what in all the seven hells she was thinking.

While still a student at the Valetudinarium she had attended a bridal shower for a young woman whose mother had been a friend of her aunt's. The majority of the gifts bestowed upon the bride had been of the practical variety, but she recalled in particular one carefully wrapped box passed amidst the flurry of gifts and foods and the nigh-unending flow of Dalmascan merlot. It had come with a knowing wink and a "to be shared with your husband." 

That message had been as cryptic to her as an Allagan hieroglyphic, until the moment the box’s lid had been removed and a chorus of piercing shrieks had erupted in scandalized delight at its contents: a sheer lacy black corset and a matching scrap of fabric that barely qualified as smallclothes.

A maid of seventeen winters not long in the capitol, she had never seen its like before. Her shocked reaction had prompted a fresh wave of laughter and not a few mutters about "rustic sensibilities" as the giggling bride placed the box on the hearth along with the piles of other gifts. She still recalled her own wide-eyed stare and the embarrassed heat in her cheeks, as she'd caught sight of both in the reflection of the mantelpiece mirror.

Over ten years later, peering into a hallway mirror to view the results of painstaking preparation, she felt the same distressing sense of acute self-consciousness. This set covered far more skin than that remembered bridal gift, but the delicate-looking straps of the garter belt supporting her thigh-high silk stockings somehow seemed every bit as salacious as that bare scrap of cloth. They peeked slyly beneath the hem of her robe like a half-revealed secret, no matter how snugly she wrapped it about herself for some semblance of modesty.

She was, if she were entirely honest, about two seconds away from hiding in her closet for the rest of the night.

Oh, for the gods' swiving sake, Laskaris, you can face a bleeding legatus on the battlefield but you can't be seen in some frivolous Thavnarian frippery? Gird your loins - with that ridiculous robe if it please you - and get on with it.

Unclenching her fists, Aurelia quickly opened the door- and paused, lingering small and shy and hesitant at the threshold. Nero still sat in her chair at the writing desk where she kept her journals, awaiting her return. His normally straight and exacting posture was a relaxed forward slouch, the laces of his fine shirt loose and open, chin braced upon his knuckles and his elbow upon the desk's well-worn surface. 

She could follow that characteristically hawkish gaze of his through the gap in the gauzy curtains of her bedroom window to their idle contemplation of the night sky beyond, if she cared to do so. She might have done in truth, were she not so charmed by the look of him in the moonlight, strangely serene and for once quite untroubled by the workings of the world.

A peasant's face, her aunt would have sniffed: its features were what the aristocratic sensibilities of the capitol would call ‘coarse.’ Broad and strong and quite often haggard- although as he sat lost in whatever thoughts held his attention in that moment, the angles and lines of his face were nearly smooth, and the watery light lent an almost dreamlike cast to high cheekbones and strong nose and square jaw. Even his ever-present shadow of a beard seemed lovely to her eyes. It gleamed in soft shades of aurum and auburn upon alabaster, deliberate suggestions of a painter's sponge upon a canvas. 

No matter the time of day, it was a face she privately loved to look upon, especially when he seemed to be happy- or, at the very least, content. She wasn’t all that certain she had ever seen him genuinely happy, and the thought was both saddening and sobering. 

But, she thought, it was accurate. Nero was possessed of a quick mind, a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. He was also an intensely private man - as secretive about his true self as he was his personal junkets - and so unguarded instances like this one were so few and far between that she had learned to appreciate them. He’d notice her silent perusal quickly enough, of course; he would let fly some witticism or other and she would respond in kind. This soft window would fall shut before her eyes like all the others and perhaps it might resurface at some later date and perhaps it would not. 

It was all very predictable- and probably, Aurelia thought, also for the best. She feared these moments as much as she cherished them, for she was always afforded the briefest glimpses of a man she knew it would be possible to love were he ever to allow it.

And were you ever possessed of sufficient courage to wish for it.

--but tonight was not the night for such somber considerations. She had made a promise, one she intended to keep.

The sound of the falling latch at her back wrested his attention away from the window, and the moon's spell was broken. 

Even so, he nearly returned to his quiet contemplation for all of a brace of seconds before her sigh caused him to snap sharply upright in his seat, startling at her presence in a double take that might have been comical were the entire situation not so nerve-wracking.

She offered an uncertain smile, arms still folded over her chest. "Did I interrupt?"

"Not at all. You were on that call for quite some time." She didn't have to see his smirk to know it was there; she heard it in the teasing note of his voice. He was humoring her, knew she was dancing around some subject or other, simply wasn't sure what or why. "I was half-minded to send a search party."

She was very aware of the thin silk of her robe's hem whispering against flesh, perhaps an ilm or two higher than the lacy tops of the hosiery. The straps on her thighs and the metal clasps that braced her stockings would be visible the moment she stepped into the golden corona of light cast upon the floor by her lamp.

Anxiety nearly overwhelmed her again and she froze in place, uncertain how to proceed.

"I-..." Her mouth felt as dry as the dunes of the Sagolii. "Yes, I suppose I was. I..."

She made her slow approach on near-silent feet, hands clutching at her silk: staring at the floor, at the window, at the wall, anywhere but his face. Above all, she was afraid to see the sardonic amusement that must surely be writ large in his eyes. She knew she could not possibly be the least bit enticing, stammering and sweating mess that she was. She didn't need the reminder.

She drew up short when her shin struck the lip of the chair.

He'd shifted his knees, spreading them apart to allow her space. One of his hands settled over one of her white-knuckled fists where it grasped a handful of silk and curled so tightly into the weave that her fingernails had distended the fabric (a distant part of her mind fretted over it; she'd probably ruined the godsdamned thing).

"....I had something to give you," she began. With a deft touch his fingers wound into the curl of her grip as if it were a piece of malfunctioning machinery and gently divested it of the silk she'd clutched. "It's... it's a surprise, so..."

"Not the robe, I assume."

There it was again, that smile in his voice, the one that put her in mind of a cat playing with a mouse it had caught. She paused, an idea blossoming to life in the back of her mind.

"No, not the robe. It's- actually, can I borrow your hands for a moment-... oh hells." She'd caught the unintentional innuendo a moment too late to take it back, and as if on cue, she saw the white flash of that toothy grin in the heartbeat before Nero began to cackle. "Damn it, no! I meant-"

He was openly laughing now. His hands had dropped to brace her hips, squeezing affectionately through thin silk.

Aurelia was so annoyed at her own clumsiness that she quite forgot her anxiety, and released a loud and irritable sigh, her posture drooping with disappointment like a wilting flower. "This was not my intention, I shall have you know."

"I am quite aware. Were you attempting to seduce me? Gods know I'm flattered, I'm just trying to figure out why the deuce you're acting like a bride on her wedding night." Playfully he tugged at the now quite rumbled panel over one of her breasts. "Are you naked under there or are you hiding contraband? Is that it? Diamonds? The imperial crown? A very small basket of coeurl kittens?"

Hells below, now she was laughing, hard enough to make her legs wobble. The whole mishap was too bloody ridiculous not to find humor in it.

"I'll keep guessing if you don't tell me," he warned. She swatted at his fingers, tried to scowl, ruined the effect by shrieking with laughter when he began to tickle her sides. "Is this some sort of extremely specific roleplay? Am I meant to be punishing you for a smuggling infraction-"

"Smuggling infraction," she chortled, gasping with laughter, "Scaeva, you pillock-"

"Oh, Tribunus, I've been a very naughty girl," he trilled, "perhaps if you would let me go I might show you the kitten in my pocket-"

She took the opportunity to attack his sides, cackled when he yelped and tried to grab her wrists. They mock-wrestled for a handful of moments, until her legs gave out beneath the force of her own mirth. Nero caught her as she pitched forward and buried her face against his chest, howling with the absurdity of it all.

It felt good, cathartic even, and all her low-level terror vanished.

Mutual accord came about when each abandoned their efforts in turn. Aurelia sat upright to see the other Garlean smiling at her, his hair already tousled, still chuckling.

"Contraband," she scoffed aloud. "Honestly, this robe barely covers my arse let alone aught of substance."

Put at her ease and amused by the night's misadventure despite herself, Aurelia paid little heed to the fact of her modest weight seated astride his long legs- until the friction of warm, rough palms skimming over the tops of her stockings served as a sudden reminder. The lower hem of her robe had slipped out of place during their tussle; the Doman silk sat bunched nearly at her waist, leaving her thighs exposed to his perusal.

Deft fingers continued their lazy exploration, pausing just long enough to catch in the garter belt's suspenders and give each ribbon a cheeky little tug, until their owner was bestowed with two generous handfuls of backside, neatly wrapped in soft lace and satin.

He gave a slow and experimental squeeze, and any retort she might have made died upon her lips before it could form.

"Contraband," the one-word observation was delivered with such a deadpan blandness that it would have been simplicity itself to miss the avaricious gleam in his eyes. His smile had turned from playful to wickedly speculative.

A soft laugh, this one ever so slightly tremulous, spilled forth from her throat - not nervousness, but anticipation.

His hands gave her rear another squeeze before retreating: calloused fingers tracing patterns in the lace and dragging against plush smoothness, coming to rest upon the tops of her thighs. She could hear her heart hammering in her ears. His eyes were the color of a clear Coerthan sky, wintry and bright.

"May I?" He leaned forward until he was close enough to rest his head against hers, the soft heat of his breath whispering against her cheekbone. She could feel the slight indent in her skin: his third eye pressed carefully against the smooth ridge of her brow. It was a gesture as intimate as any kiss. At length, she was able to whisper: “I was rather hoping you would.”

#chrysalispen writes #just some sappy shit with idiots in denial

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

A Night At The Opera- Chapter 4

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May x reader/ John Deacon x reader

TW: Brian being possessive of what’s not his(AGAIN), blood, brian wants the readers blood lmao, managers being dicks, language, the managers are also pervs and everyone seems to hate (Y/N) I stg, vomit, blood, angry brian, murder, betrayal ig?

Genre: Horror ig?? ( based on phantom Of the opera)

Series: A Night At The Opera

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: Oof this chapter is BEEFY. Hope you guys enjoy!

(Y/N) sat in the darkness, chest heaving with every second that she spent there. The darkness had been something that she loved, something that she thrived in. Now, since he'd come into her life, she was terrified of it. Never wanting to spend more than a few seconds inside of it. A soft voice sang distantly and (Y/N)'s hair rose on the back of her neck, eyes darting to the full-length mirror. The girl instantly shot up, sprinting to the door and jiggling the door handle. It was locked. Or blocked from the outside.

"And where do you think you're going?" Brian's voice was gentle, but held a slight venom to it, making her freeze, hand instantly letting go of the door handle as if it had scorched her.

"I just- just have to go talk to Deaky,"  (Y/N) stammered anxiously, her fingers clutching the stem of the rose that had remained in her hand. Brian's dark eyes flitted down to the rose and a smile grew on his face, but it promptly transformed back into a frown at the mention of Deaky. One of the barriers between their love. Deaky didn't deserve her affection. The only person that deserved it, deserved her, was him.

"No, you don't. You don't need to talk to that insolent boy. He only tries to bask in your glory. This brave, young suitor, sharing in my triumph," Brian's words were cold and sarcastic, and he made his distaste, his hatred, for Deaky as definite as anyone could do. (Y/N)'s eyes flashed in alarm, as she took a step back, only to have her back pressed to the door. She didn't see anything but Brian could see the way her eyes flared and fear started to seep in.

"He doesn't- ow! Shit!" She cursed, feeling a small prickle of pain in her middle finger. Looking down, (Y/N) saw a thorn on the rose, covered in a bit of blood. Her blood. There was a small trickle of blood, leaking from her middle finger and she brought it up to inspect it. But Brian couldn't tear his eyes away from it. The smell of her blood made his eyes swirl and glow red, darting around frantically. Her blood smelt astounding. He had to have her...

No! No! What was he thinking? He couldn't hurt her. No, he couldn't. He wouldn't let herself. While (Y/N) eyed the tiny wound, Brian allowed himself to tread backwards, slipping back into the gap he had hidden behind the mirror, and taking off. The girl hadn't even noticed he'd left, as what had taken forever for him, had taken the blink of an eye for her. (Y/N) glanced up from her bloodied finger and did a double-take upon seeing nothing but an empty room.  Was she imagining things again? Had she been talking to herself? What the actual fuck was going on?

"Boys, (Y/N)," Lucille quietly stated, pulling from the group from their conversation "I would like to introduce you to Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams. They are the new managers of the theatre," It was then that they noticed the two men stood behind Lucille. The first man stood tall, hands folded behind his back. His lips were pulled back into a thin line, beady black eyes peering over a hooked nose. He had a beard growing on his face, making him look slightly burlier than he was, and long, slightly greasy, hair flowed over his shoulders.

The second man was older, if not he had under gone a lot of stress in his time, judging by his grey, almost white hair. It was clipped short, making his ears protrude quite largely. Wrinkles were embedded deep into his pale skin. His face was fairly thin and his piercing blue eyes, hidden beneath fairly thick white eyebrows, seemed to stare into the groups souls. The clothes he wore were pristine, not a crease or mark in sight.

Casually, Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams stepped forwards, extending a hand each and the band shook their hands, one by one, albeit quite warily. Freddie gave them both a rosy smile, Roger a small scowl,  Deaky a small nod of acknowledgement, (Y/N) an unconvincing look of merriment and Adam, well, no one had ever seen Adam grin so wide.  His eyes were bright and excitable, gawking at them in astonishment. However, when these two men shook hands with (Y/N), they exchanged a look that was a little too perverted for her liking. She wore only a black tank top, to prevent her from getting too while sorting the stage and lighting, and some black leggings, but she practically felt exposed under their gazes. It was a painfully awkward situation and she desired nothing more than to get back to her work. Deaky felt his blood boiling, his skin writhing as the two managers got closer to his girlfriend

"And what is your name, young lady?" Dr Addams asked, sky blue eyes ogling at her, leaning down so he was barely an inch away from her face. The girl took a step back, a forced laugh pushing past her lips.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," She answered shortly, narrowing her eyes, daring him to continue acting the way he was. Deaky swiftly sidestepped to her and wrapped a secure arm around her waist.

"Our techie, roadie and my girlfriend," Deaky added, putting as much emphasis on the girlfriend as possible. Mr Goldbrooke smirked at the younger man's possessiveness and too got closer to the pair. Roger felt himself bristle and damn near punched both of them in the face.

"If you ever tire of him, dear, you know where to find us," Goldbrooke chuckled but before Roger's head could blow, Lucille positioned herself between the new managers and the band.

"I have a letter for you sirs, you too, boys," Lucille passed an envelope to each person, watching as the bands eyes all furrowed in confusion.

"A letter?" Adam questioned.

"Who from, darling?" Freddie pushed

"I didn't even know we could receive letters here," Roger mumbled, glancing at Deaky and (Y/N), who only shrugged, just as confused. However, Dr Addams and Mr Goldbrooke only let out small scoffs before Dr Addams ripped the envelope open, paying no mind to the intricate wax seal.

"I would like to welcome you gentlemen to my opera house. I trust that Lucille has made you well acquainted with the band that is performing here for the coming months, Queen. They are an exceptional talent. The opera house is an important factor in this city and I want you to take care of it as well as I have. I would like to remind you, nevertheless, that your payment is due. Leave £4,000 on the counter of Mr Freddie Mercury's dressing room. I also command that box five is to be left empty. See to it that these demands are followed or there will be dire consequences. - B.M- Opera ghost" The doctor read, flabberghasted. Mr Goldbrooke snatched the paper from his hands, ignoring the prying eyes of the band stood in front of him.

"£4,000?!" Mr Goldbrooke parroted, eyes wide, a look of bewilderment planted in them.

"The old manager used to pay £12,000 per month if they think that is too much," Lucille muttered to (Y/N), causing the girl to giggle, thumb running over the wax seal of the letter in her hand. The giggle didn't get past the two managers, who's sharp eyes shot to her.

"Go on, girl! What does yours say?" Mr Goldbrooke commanded, a snicker rising from Adam. Freddie immediately placed himself in front of her, glaring at the two men who towered over him slightly.

"Her name is (Y/N)," Freddie hissed protectively, nearly baring his teeth in anger. (Y/N) took Freddie's hand, tugging him back gently. It wasn't worth the fight. They needed these performances. Hesitantly, she looked down at the envelope, the word ' Queen' written in cursive, before turning it over. The red wax that was pressed onto the parchment was in the form of a skull, and she nearly felt her blood run cold. Her hands began to tremble but, nevertheless, she cracked open the envelope and drew the letter out.

"Your performance featuring Miss (L/N) was, in a word, stupendous. She is a vast improvement from the fool you call Adam. He is a snivelling cockroach who can't tell his E string from his B string. (Y/N) has an immense talent that you can no longer ignore, and I would like all of your performances from this day forth to feature her, rather than that mule. Should these actions not be followed, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur- B.M- Opera Ghost," She announced out loud, her words growing more clustered and slightly panicked. Roger set his hand on her shoulder, concern rising in his body; Deaky's arm tightened around her waist, feeling goosebumps rising on her flesh and Freddie clutched onto her hand tightly, squeezing it slightly.

"Are you alright, lovie?" Deaky asked softly, his lips making contact with her temple as they moved.  (Y/N) nodded slightly but it wasn't convincing. Adam's glare seared into her back, his face growing redder with rage, while the two managers watched the group cooing over the girl, a look of slight disgust on their faces.

"(Y/N) can't take my place! She won’t take my place! I earned this job! Besides she can't even play! She fumbles with the strings and doesn't know how to play a proper riff!" Adam exploded, arms folded tightly over his chest, pouting like a toddler.

"Is that why we have a full house tonight? Her playing sold more tickets last night than yours has ever done. And, unlike you, (Y/N) can hit the fucking notes!" Roger snapped instantly, taking a defensive stance and removing his hand from (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"As amusing as this is, I believe this young man here. Adam, is it?" Mr Goldbrooke interrupted, brushing past Roger carelessly. Adam nodded immediately.

"Adam Johnson, sir," He replied. God, what a suck-up.

"But (Y/N) is a much better performer than Adam will ever be! People don't cringe when they hear her play, for one," Deaky continued, remembering their first performance. A few people had left that first night, due to Adams lacklustre playing.

"Mr Deacon, maybe you should be thinking about this situation with your brain rather than what's between your legs," Dr Addams remarked and (Y/N)  ruffled, steam nearly rolling out of her ears. But as she went to approach the man, to give him a piece of her mind, she was yanked back.

"With all due respect, doctor, sir, the Opera Ghost has stated that he wants her to play. I have seen many disasters happen because people haven't followed his instructions. The opera ghost sees, the opera ghost knows," Lucille commented calmly, attempting to remedy the heated situation.

"For god's sake! Can't you all see that this is some sick joke! There is no opera ghost here! We will not be paying £4,000, we won't leave box five empty and Mr Johnson will most definitely be playing instead of Miss (L/N)," Dr Addams shouted, causing every to quieten down.

"Oh and (Y/N), I'm afraid you're being demoted. You see, we've hired our own tech group, so you need not do anything," Mr Goldbrooke smirked slightly but that smirk didn't remain for long as Freddie waltzed right up to the man, standing so close that he could feel Mr Goldbrooke's disgusting breath on his face.

"Who do you think you are, firing my staff?" Freddie growled lowly, so quiet that it almost seemed as if he hadn't said anything at all. Roger and Deaky's eyebrows raised in surprise at Freddie's outburst.

"I'm the manager here. I can stop you performing here altogether if I don't like what I see," Mr Goldbrooke replied, before glancing at the Doctor and the pair took their leave. Deaky let out a long sigh, Freddie rolled his eyes and Roger decided it was a bright idea to punch the wall beside him. Spontaneously, he let out a loud curse and pulled his hand back, to reveal his knuckles starting to grow bloody.

"For goodness sakes, Rog. Come on, let me patch you up," (Y/N) murmured, starting to head to the bathroom to grab the first-aid set. Everyone, minus Adam, who still held a sour look on his face, shared a look. Something wasn't right. She hadn't been acting right since she read that letter. Freddie took the note from Lucille, reading it over himself. Why had this ghost sent this? Something told him that the band's success wasn't where this opera ghosts interests lay. It was all to do with her. Why was he obssessed with her? What did he want with her?

(Y/N) was busy cleaning the stage of some of the rubbish that had been dropped on stage the day before and that afternoon. She could hear the tinkering and chattering of a few techies up in the scaffolding as she brushed the rubbish to the side to scoop up in a trash bag later. Faintly, a squeal of excitement sounded from backstage, which (Y/N) could only guess was Adam's girlfriend Freya. Adam hadn't shut the fuck up about her and how hot she was since Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams had gone off to who knows where.She continued to brush dust and rubbish off stage before placing the brush down and tucking a few wires away. (Y/N) checked the number of spare drumsticks behind Rog's drumset, before taking a wipe and starting to rub off the sticky mess the bear had left behind. Sat on the floor, (Y/N) pushed her hair back before getting to work. After a few minutes, heels clacking on the stage brought the girl back to reality. Freya sat herself down on the stool behind the drumset as (Y/N) scrubbed, not paying Adam's girlfriend any mind.

 "Wow, Adam was right. You are a rude bitch," Freya's pitchy voice commented, making (Y/N)'s eyes snap up to her. She had silky, straight, auburn locks, positioned perfectly in a half-up half-down hairdo.  There was a thick layer of makeup plastered on her tanned skin, making her look very barbie-gone-wrong. Her shirt barely hid her boobs and her skirt was halfway up her butt, showing off more skin than deemed appropriate in public, and those shoes could NOT be comfortable to walk in.

"Sorry, trying to work, if you haven't noticed," (Y/N) sneered back, eyes falling back to the work ahead of her

. "Y'know, I heard about last night. You're trying to steal my boyfriend's job, but it's not going to work. He has more talent in his finger than you do in your entire body. So when Queen get famous because of him, you're just going to be lingering behind. A sad little roadie pushed away from the limelight," Freya said, blowing a piece of gum that (Y/N) hadn't even noticed that she had in her mouth. A small smile of disbelief rose to her lips.

"Right to the chase, huh? I can see Adam only chooses women as pleasant as he is," (Y/N) replied, throwing the dirtied wipe to the side and reaching for another once. But before she could reach the packet, Freya caught onto her wrist, wrenching her forward so that she nearly hit her head on one of the drums.

 "Just stay away from my boyfriend. He's on a walk straight to fame but you keep getting in the way. Just fuck off, alright?" Freya released her wrist and (Y/N) chuckled slightly

. "Alright, I got it, princess. I got to get back to work if you'll excuse me," (Y/N) shot back sharply, giving her a pointed look and soon enough, Freya stood up and walked back to the backstage area.

"Are we ready boys?" Roger asked as he bounced on the spot, shaking out his wrists. Freddie was busy taking a long sip of water, before throwing back a shot of vodka, while Deaky checked that his bass was properly tuned. But both boys hummed in agreement. Adam, however, was too busy sucking Freya's face off, nearly catching one of the strings of his guitar on Freya's massive bracelet.

"Ready, my love?" Deaky turned to (Y/N), who was occupied on running over a control centre that had possession over the lights on stage. The new techies had fitted it in earlier and showed her how to use it before fucking off, leaving one guy up in the scaffolding. The guy they'd left in the scaffolding was a massive dick, who barely cared about his job but rather taking preference to ogle the girls and drinking any booze he could find. Mr Goldbrooke and Dr Addams were sat in box five and Adam was set to play on stage.

 Neither of those things helped ease (Y/N)'s anxiety about the letter the group had received earlier. Something terrible was going to happen. She could feel it in her gut. She tried to push it aside as paranoia, but the feeling kept returning. Haunting her. (Y/N) knew that Brian would do anything to get his way.  The two scabs on Adam's neck reminded her of that every time she looked over at him. The fresh rose on the table in Deaky's dressing room taunted her. It'd appeared earlier while the band were taking a break. (Y/N) had gone to grab one of her boyfriend's hoodie's only to find a new red rose on the table, tied with that same silk black bow.

Then the moment she dreaded came. The boys ran on stage, and Deaky's low, rhythmic bass started, followed by Roger's immaculate drumming, Freddie's perfect pitch. And Adam's artificial playing. (Y/N) winced as she adjusted the lighting, changing the colour from green to a red colour. Freya seemed to get as close to her as possible, while still watching her talentless boyfriend play. It was forty-five minutes into the show before anything happened. With each minute that passed (Y/N) could both feel her heart in her throat and her body calming. 

Until there was a loud crash on stage and all the music came to a jolting halt. Upon the impact, there were a few screams and a few gasps as a light landed a few yards from Adam's body. Suddenly, just as everyone was beginning to calm down, and as (Y/N) ran on stage to remove the shattered light, a booming voice called out

."Didn't I strictly instruct that box five was to be left empty."A few more murmurs resonated through the crowd and just past the chandelier (Y/N) could see a dark body, an insane mass of hair and a white surgical mask. In the corner of her eye, she could spy the techie in the scaffolding running between lights to check their security.

"He's here. The Opera ghost," (Y/N) stated out loud but Adam lightly smacked her with his guitar, turning to make it seem like an accident

."You're supposed to be silent, little toad," He hissed. (Y/N) only gave a fearful exhale before she pulled the broken light off stage, carefully lifting it and placing as much as she could on the table. Deaky glared furiously at Adam. How dare he?  Up in the hidden ceiling compartment, Brian watched the interaction between his beloved and that awful creature, finding himself mumbling

"A toad, sir? I think you'll find it's you, who are the toad."

After a few minutes of calming the audience down, Roger counted the group back in, though they all looked anxious to get off the stage, especially Deaky, who wanted nothing more than to run to (Y/N) and just cuddle with her for the rest of eternity. The music continued, and everyone seemed to think that it would be the end of their troubles.

If only.

Freya watched curiously when she saw the techie in the scaffolding running around again, except this time, he looked terrified out of his mind. Thinking nothing of it, she brushed it off as worry for any more falling lights and looked back down to the performers on stage. She wished that was all it had been. (Y/N) was too distracted with the lighting to notice the commotion happening in the scaffolding.

 Because not even five minutes later there was an even louder thud and a blood-curdling scream broke through the air. (Y/N)'s head snapped to the stage and a hand shot to her mouth, a gasp catching in her throat. She thought she was going to be sick. The music on stage stopped once again but this time, there was the sound of scrabbling and yelling come from the audience. Freya sprinted off the bathroom, tears streaming down her cheeks. Because there lay the techie in the middle of the stage, eyes wide, frozen in fear, skin white as snow, veins protruding oddly, body limp and lifeless.

And two bloody bite marks on his neck.

 (Y/N) raced on stage, yanked Deaky's bass off his body, gripped his hand and sprinted off, dragging him behind her. She ventured up some steep, winding stairs, her fingers clutching onto his, before shoving on a door at the top, revealing the roof of the opera house. A deep breath filled her lungs with freezing air. A bitingly cold December night.  She hadn't even noticed that she'd picked up the rose on her way out.

 "Why have you brought me here? We need to return" Deaky asked gently, running a light hand across her cheek.

"We can't go back there! He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there!" (Y/N) ranted, nervous eyes flitting around, her body involuntarily beginning to pace in circles

"Don't say that. Don't even think it," Deaky said, trying to calm down his hysterical girlfriend, who was so close to tears, holding the rose close to her chest.

"Those eyes that burn. And if he has to kill a thousand people, the opera ghost will kill and kill again," (Y/N) whimpered, tears building up in her eyes, about to break at any moment.

"There is no opera ghost, love. It was just a freak accident. We'll figure out what happened," He sighed, reaching out to touch her arm but she stepped back in fright.

"John, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Those kind eyes, that crazy hair, the jagged teeth, the broken mouth. In the darkness..." There was a pregnant pause, where (Y/N) glanced over the edge of the building, noticing the people flocking from the building "But his playing filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. And I began to sour. Higher and better than I ever have in my life."

"What you saw was a dream. A nightmare. Nothing more," Deaky reassured but she kept shaking her head, hair falling out of the ponytail she had place it in.

"But in his eyes, all the sadness in the world. Like he'd lived a hundred lives that he couldn't escape. Seen all the wars the world has ever faced. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore," If there hadn't just been an extremely traumatic event, Deaky probably would've believed her. But she'd just experienced one of the worst things possible. Looking for someone to blame.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), calm down, darling,"

"(Y/N)..." A ghostly voice called out, and (Y/N) could swear on her life that it was Brian, and she tensed, freezing on the spot. Deaky's arms wrapped around her, shielding her from the cold.

"No more talk of darkness. I'm here. Nothing will harm you," He promised, pressing his lips to her forehead soothingly. His touch was so gentle and sweet, she wanted to believe that he could hide her from the darkness of the world. From Brian. And maybe she could. Maybe she could elt herself believe it. Just this once.

"Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. That's all I ask of you. Please, Deaky," Their noses pressed together and slowly, very slowly, the rose fell from between her fingers and to the frosted floor.

"Anywhere you go, let me go too. I can protect you You just need to believe me. (Y/N), I love you," Deaky connected their lips together tenderly, to which (Y/N) tangled her fingers in his hair. Reluctantly the pair broke away, knowing they'd have to face the music.

"I believe you. And I love you too. Now come, they'll wonder where we are," With a reassuring smile, the couples' hands reconnected, and they made their way back into the opera house, leaving the rose abandoned on the rooftop.

And in their moment, they'd failed to notice the opera ghost himself, crouched behind one of the gargoyles on the roof, listening to them intently, his heart breaking and tearing at the declaration of their love. When he was sure that they were gone, Brian stood up and wandered over to the rose, picking it up and holding it tightly to him.

"I gave you my music. I made you soar. And now, how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me," His tears fell onto the crimson petals, but his sorrow turned to hatred when his over-sensitive hearing picked up on the exchanged words of love between (Y/N) and Deaky on their descent of the the staircase. With each word, his grip tightened on the rose until the mangled petals fell to the floor, and he threw the stem down, tearing off his cape angrily.

"You will CURSE the day you didn't do everything that the opera ghost asked of YOU!"

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Ahh do you think you could do Yandere McCree branding his female s/o? Maybe NSFW (with him getting aroused I guess lmao) but with some "aftercare" (surprised I haven't seen anything about McCree branding before haha)

McCree: 

For a while now things had been going relatively well with Jesse. You’d been doing your best at listening to the rules he set up for you in the house and with your good behavior he had been a lot kinder to you. It didn’t have you leaning towards liking him any better but it made him a hell of a lot more tolerable to be around. 

Often times he would come back home with a handful of beautiful flowers or some sweets that had caught his eye along the way, Jesse was trying to be the type of boyfriend that he thought you needed and it was nice for now, you could hold out until you found a way to get out of here. You were getting closer to escape, Jesse had been leaving your bedroom door unlocked more often which gave you the chance to explore the house he was keeping you in. 

It was around the time that your captor would be coming home so you slinked back to your room and settled on one of the long couches, flicking the screen onto watch whatever you’d been watching before. 

Most times Jesse came barreling into your room to be welcomed home by you, a big grin on his face as he tried to get you to be affectionate with him. This time, he didn’t come straight to your room and you didn’t dare come out to see what was taking him so long to get in here. Your teeth went down to worry at your bottom lip, fingers picking at the smooth material of the couch. Maybe he had a bad day? 

The sound of metal clattering bled through the walls for a few minutes before the door finally opened, the tall brunet grinning like he always did when he saw you. “There she is! The prettiest lil’ thing my eyes ever saw,” he crooned out, walking right over to where you sat to kneel down and throw his arms around you. Jesse was so much bigger than you and to be quite frank it scared you a lot. You didn’t reciprocate other than a quick, “Welcome back,” but you didn’t dare pull away from him, the last time you’d done that he had nearly knocked you out with a hard slap to the face. There was a kiss to the side of your head, feeling his beard scratch your cheek as he did, and he was practically glowing with joy as he reached down to scoop you up. Jesse tended to come home happy but never this much, you were curious about what this huge lift in his mood but weren’t too sure about asking him about it. Questioning him might lead to him souring up on you. 

“I’ve got somethin’ real special for ya, for behavin’ so good these last couple weeks,” he explained as he carried you into the living room, humming as he set you down on the couch. There was a fire crackling the fireplace you’d never seen used before, bathing the room in its warm glow and making you warm all over. It was nice. There were even snacks set out on the coffee table, most of them consisted of your favorite foods which was a particularly nice touch. 

Jesse moved to kneel in front of you, hands sliding up to rub at the skin under your shirt. It set you on edge but you didn’t shift away, fighting always made him more violent; as long as he wasn’t being too cruel you wouldn’t fuss about what was happening. “How about ya slip outta that, I wanna give ya a massage,” he hummed out, eyes bright with an odd type of excitement. Maybe he thought this would ease you into willingly sleeping with him. If so, you’d allow him to try but now you were sure that this nice streak would end. You would never willingly be with him, you had to tell yourself that every time you woke up and before you went to bed. 

With a soft sigh, you nodded your agreement and slipped out of the t-shirt you had on. Your hands went up to cover your breasts, cheeks flushed as you moved to lay face down on your stomach. You took your time with getting comfortable, arms acting as a pillow for your head, and when you were done you spoke up, “Alright, go ahead.” Instead of staring at the fire you looked to the back of the couch, you wanted to forget that he was the one fawning over you. For however long possible you were going to make believe that it was someone you liked before he had taken you away from everything you’d ever known. Your eyes fell to a close, hoping that he wouldn’t ask anything more of you; gaining his trust against would be a pain in the ass. 

“I’m gonna grab the oil real quick,” he practically sang out as he moved away from you for a few minutes before you could feel his leg press up against yours. It took every bit of courage for you not to open your eyes and look up at what he was going to do. 

Trying to trust him was a mistake. 

For a moment there was nothing and then in the next, there was hot, searing pain in the left side of your lower back. A piercing scream left your throat and before you could try rolling away or bucking around his left arm was pinning you down to the couch. Tears wet your cheeks as you reached back to try to slap his arm away, fingers curling around the hard prosthetic in a vain attempt to get him away from you. “Hush down now sweetheart, keep still or it won’t come out right,” he cooed, holding down the brand for a few more seconds before tossing the metal rod to the side of the room, The pain made your head swim and you barely noticed it when he leaned down to kiss the top of your head before leaving for a bit. 

The tall man returned and whistled softly as he slathered the burn in an ointment that felt cool on your skin, his touch as gentle as he could possibly be. The slight pressure was pulling loud whimpers and whines from your lips but Jesse mostly ignored them as he took the time to praise you, “Did such a good job, look even prettier now. Anyone who gets a look at that will know who ya belong to.” 

At this point, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying. All you could think about was the fact that he had made such a permanent mark on you. One that was going to be visible for the rest of your life. 

#mccree #yandere overwatch

[purplesurveys]

726

Do you have any stuffed animals from Build-a-Bear Workshop? No. I'm not aware if they brought it to the Philippines when I was younger or if it’s been brought here at all, but I don’t feel like I missed out since I never liked stuffed toys. When was the last time that you ate fruit? I tried a California maki (which has mango instead of avocado here) when we bought a box of varied sushi a couple of weeks ago just to give it a chance. It’s always been my least favorite roll because after I’ve had a wide array of innovative and creative rolls through the years, California maki just tastes so plain – and because it has mango. My taste test that day didn’t change my mind about the sushi and I still hated it, so I gave the rest of them to my sister. Can you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? Yup. It got popular to try in school for a time hahaha so I practiced until I perfected it. Do you listen to country music? The only country song I really enjoyed was Need You Now by Lady Antebellum; otherwise I can’t stand the genre. Are you the generic person? I don’t think it’s fair to call anyone generic. I like to think there’s always at least one unique or interesting thing about everyone.

Have you ever had your palms read? No. Do you know what a fuzzy navel is? I wanna say a hairy belly button but I just looked it up on Google aaaaand...IT’S A DRINK HAHAHAHAHA   Do you like peaches? Nope. It’s a no on most fruits for me. Do you have in fruit trees in your backyard? We don’t but I think some of our neighbors do. I know for sure someone is growing siling labuyo, but I forgot which one of my neighbors it was.  When was the last time your lawn was mowed? I haven’t heard the village lawnmower being used in a very long time, honestly. Understandable, since a lot of people don’t have to work right now. Have you ever been hit in the face really hard? My brother did this to me last year, which is why I have made the decision to stop talking to him entirely. I haven’t talked to him since March 2019 even if we’re under the same roof. Do you hate anyone? Right now I hate our local police more than anyone in the world, but I don’t feel this way for anyone I know in real life. Do you like fingerpainting? I don’t think I’ve tried it. I imagine I would hate the texture though. Are you sick? Nope. Do you use flashlights when there is a blackout? We used to but with more modern phones having built-in flashlights, we haven’t needed to buy actual flashlights anymore. Do you like black coffee? Sorry, no. Some cream and milk is always the way to go for me. Have you ever stolen from a store before? Haha unintentionally. I once walked away from a bookstore with a box of crayons and that was in 2004 when security measures weren’t very techy yet and nothing alarmed when I got out of the store. I realized I hadn’t paid for it when I noticed I was still holding the box and it wasn’t in a paper bag. Do you like the color yellow? I like the current trendy shade of yellow, but that’s absolutely it. It’s still one of my least favorite colors. Do you like calm, pretty colors or wild, bright, flashy colors? Pastel colors, which to me are calm and pretty. Do you collect coins? No. I’d be such a clumsy collector if ever, because I lose everything I own that’s as small as coins. When was the last time you rode a bike? The first or second week of the lockdown when I made a goal to learn how to ride the bike while on quarantine. Of course, that hasn’t happened. Have you ever walked on stilts? I don’t think so. Is there anything orange on your computer screen? I have a Bzoink tab open and its logo is orange, so yep. Do you use Dial-up? Internet??????? Welcome to 2020, my dude. I mean to be fair this survey was made all the way in 2008 lmao, but even by that point we had upgraded from dial-up to cable internet. Who was the last person that you called? Gabie, who’s really the only person I ever call. How many letters are in your middle name? If you mean my second first name, it has 8 letters. My maiden name, which is more understood here as our legit middle name, has 5. Do you collect seashells? Nope. Beaches here prohibit taking seashells, and I’m glad such a provision exists. Have you ever been to New York City? I haven’t but I can’t wait. I have an uncle living in Manhattan who has promised to be my tour guide once I get to visit.  Do you like to bake cupcakes? I imagine myself loving the work but I never have the time to do it or anyone to do it with. How old were you 10 years ago? I was 12. Do you age well? If aging well means I still mostly look 18 and hardly like a 22 year old, then yes I have been doing that. Seeing reactions from current freshies when they find out I’m a graduating senior was one of my favorite parts of my final semester in college hahahaha. How many lamps are in the room that you are currently in? There are no lamps in the dining area. What color is your keyboard? The keys are black but the spaces between them are gray. When was the last time that you clipped your fingernails? Around a month ago. I’ve actually been reminding myself these days to cut them again since they’re quite long now, but I always forget. I’ll probs forget tonight too. What about your toenails? Around the same time. But toenails grow slower, so I don’t feel the need to clip them just yet. Have you ever had the chicken pox? I have not, which means I’m just waiting for the day it hits me D: Do you like history? Yep, quite literally in my blood. Give me all the articles, books, electives, workshops, museums, etc on history and I’ll gladly be all over them. Do you wear deodorant all the time? Yeah. Do you tend to tangle things up? Not really. I want things to be as smooth-sailing as possible, because disarray would just overwhelm me. Can you unknot knots? Just super basic knots. When did you first learn how to tie your shoes? This was actually one of the practical tests that they gave when I was in preschool so I had to have my lola teach me when I was five. To this day, I have to admit I’m still clumsy at tying my shoes and 8 out of 10 times I can’t do it perfectly on the first try :(( How different is the world today, than it was 5 years ago? I don’t feel like racking my head for global events but as for personally, these days, I no longer have my maternal lolo around; we’re in the midst of a pandemic that has disrupted life as we know it; I unexpectedly have had no fucking clue when I’m graduating now; and we are now under a dictator and murderer of a President. What kind of car would you like to have? My ultimate goal is to have a Mini.

How loud is the volume on your computer? It’s in the upper half but not completely all the way through. Name 5 things that are in your room. A certificate of appreciation from a school I recently taught at, my book stand, my coloring books, my mock college entrance tests, a couple of neck pillows and several unopened face masks. Do you like the number 46? It’s insignificant to me. Have you ever left your handprint in wet concrete? Nope. Do you vaccuum? I haven’t tried it, no. When was the last time that you graduated from a grade? 2016 when I graduated from high school. Do you have a nickname? My relatives call me Byn but that’s my only nickname. Can you wiggle your ears? No but one of my uncles can. It was his favorite ~party trick to do for my cousins, siblings, and I when we were kids cause it always made us laugh. For many years we tried practicing ourselves but none of us ever learned how to. Have you ever been in a commercial before? I have not. Have you ever built a castle out of cardboard? I don’t think so. Do you really ever get too old for certain things? High school drama, for one. Some people haven’t gotten over it and still like to stir up shit, but it’s almost always those who only peaked in high school and are trying to grasp and claw for their glory days back.

Do you like apple juice? Just the one from a local brand, Zesto.  Can you whistle? Yes. Do you celebrate Christmas? Only because it’s family tradition. Do you have a New Years Resolution? No. How thick is your hair? Quiiiiite thick. It’s a bit to handle especially when my hair is supposed to be styled into a very intricate and elegant bun... a lot of the hair always falls out no matter how many thousand bobby pins are stabbed into my scalp before the end of whatever thing I’m supposed to be at. Have you ever wanted to grow a beard or mustache? I was curious as most kids are, so yeah I guess this thought occured once or twice. I don’t wish for this now. Do you use highlighters? For studying. Are you a very traditional person? I still view some things in a traditional way, like how my ultimate goal is to settle down, have a house, and raise kids or that I wouldn’t let my future kid get a tattoo or have their hair dyed until they’re 18...but studying in UP and living in an age where I get to meet people from different parts of the world who may live differently and see things differently than Filipinos do has certainly widened my perspectives. Do you feel awkward around certain people? With people I barely know but am forced to interact with, yes. Do you like bananas? No. Do you like Febreeze? I don’t think we have it here. How many children do you want? One or two. How tall are you? Barely passed the 5′ mark.

#survey #surveys

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Falling Stars (4)

Pairing: Slight Lindir x reader and Fili x reader in here. Send me your requests! Word count: 2404 (lmao its so long im sorry)                                                Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, oblivious!modern!reader                                                   A/N: Hey guys I promise this chapter is actually good unlike the last one lmao. Also there’s a little lindir x reader in here so be warned haha.

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Everything hurt, and when you said everything you meant everything. Even your arms hurt and you were given the lightest pack!

You wished the ponies hadn't run away... Or you know, eaten.

It wasn't your fault you had stumbled upon the trolls when you went to pee, they just sort of popped outta nowhere carrying away the company's ponies. Your brain couldn't even process what you saw and to top it all off after Kíli, Fíli, and Bilbo found you hiding near a fallen log, the princes forced you an Bilbo to go check them out. Some friends they were!

The trolls were probably the most ugly things you had the pleasure of gazing upon and you certainly did not want to 'check them out' as Fíli put it. You weren't a warrior or Bilbo's size and so once the two of you stealthily padded over to where your captured ponies where, the one sharpening a knife, William, had spotted you.

Bilbo of course-that lucky bastard, escaped once Tom, the one with the cold, snatched you up by the ankle.

You really hated your life right then.

Though, just as the trolls decided to make you into a pie, your heroes, beards and all, came to your rescue. Yet, as brave as they were it didn't go as planned and poor Bilbo almost had his limbs ripped off. And so, you were all shoved into burlap sacks while some of the dwarves were strapped onto a spit. You were included in that bunch lucky enough to roast on the fire and strapped on under Bofur's stinky feet and above Dwalin's tattooed head. You made sure your feet dug into his back each time he complained about your own smelly feet or how the fire singed his skin.

But, as always, Gandalf came to the rescue just as the sun rose and cracked the giant stone. Just like in Narnia! Anyways....

Now you had no ponies, and that meant you could feel the full wrath of your Converse shoes plus thin socks. Helllooooo blisters!

At first you didn't think it was such a terrible idea to walk the rest of the way, like, Erebor couldn't be that far away right? Also, the weather wasn't terrible and although you hated walking, it was better than getting sore muscles from ridding a pony all day.

Boy, were you wrong.

The first bad thing to happen besides the trolls of course, was the strange other wizard with bird shit in his hair and screamed about evil and spiders and shit. The only good thing that came out of the chance encounter with Radagast the Brown was that Fíli and Kíli had the balls to actually apologize to you for forcing you to meet with the trolls. You gave them each a good punch to the stomach, not that it hurt them in anyway at all...Really, it hurt you instead to the point of your knuckles bruising.

Damn those dwarves! At least they gave you kisses upon your injured fist and a group hug that left you gasping for breath when they squeezed too hard.

At first you thought nothing about the howls that echoed around the forest but after a wolf, which most definitely was not a wolf, nearly killed poor Bofur, but your Hulk with tattoos whacked it over its head with his intimidating axe before it could do any harm.

And now you were running. That's right, running while the Company and you bolted across the land covered in yellow grass to God knows where.

It was no secret that you weren't the most athletic human being to ever live, but sometimes a girl gotta lift some weights every now and then. So in no way you were considered weak(at least for human standards) but running! You despised running.

Goddamnit, I knew I should of used the treadmill, you thought gloomily.

"(y/n)! Keep up!" Thorin barked, yanking you from your horrid thoughts of impeding doom.

"I could if I didn't have short fuckin' legs." You hissed under your breath while picking up your pace.

You legs burned but the thought of being consumed by an angry pack of oversized dogs and strange mutated goblin things kept you going. That is, until you were surrounded by the snarling beasts.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

"(y/n)!" Thorin shouted, snatching your arm to pull you out of the way as one of the wargs charged.

His blade easily sliced through its pelt and you winced as the beast fell. You sure hoped you'd never be on the receiving end of his blade...

"Stay behind me," Thorin ordered, glancing behind his shoulder. "I intend to keep you alive."

"Great." You breathed, glancing behind you to see if there was another escape rout. There wasn't anything but rock behind you. Or so you thought.

"This way, you fools!" The sudden voice of Gandalf ordered, his pointy hat popping out from the rock.

You didn't hesitate in throwing yourself into the alcove of rock, desperate to escape the threat of a having your face ripped off. Try explaining that to your mother once you returned home.

The rest of the dwarves and Bilbo barreled in after you, some of them landing right on top of you. Namely Bombur.

For some reason the idea of getting squashed by a massive dwarf was better than being eaten in your mind. Maybe it was because Bombur gave you food. Yeah, that was it.

Anyhow, with a devious smirk from Gandalf and moody grumbles from the dwarves, you all piled into the narrow passageway that smelled like wet rock and moss. You tried you best not to trip over the stones that jutted out on the path, but it happened every so often anyways. Thankfully Fíli caught you each time.

"Careful, lass." He chuckled, blue eyes twinkling. "Wouldn't want ya to hurt yourself."

"I'm surprised I haven't yet." You laughed. "Knowing my luck I'll probably be sliced into pieces soon, or thrown off a cliff, or maybe eaten..."

You missed the flash of worry present on Fíli's face, too occupied with trying to maneuver safely out of the crevice, or as you deemed it, a secret passage. You for one wanted to get out of the small space as quickly as possible.

And as if someone answered your prayers, the passage opened up to probably the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You let out a gasp and wandered to the edge of the small cliff that led into the valley.

"The Valley of Imladris," Gandalf spoke. "In the common tongue it is known by another name. Here lies the last Homely House East of the sea."  

It was gorgeous and magical all at once from what you saw, with it's ornate buildings built upon the various rivers and cascading falls. Already you could feel the spray of the waterfalls from up on the ledge, a bubble of excitement building inside you.

The rest of the dwarves seemed to be as mystified as you were but after a few angry words from Thorin in that harsh language of theirs, they were snapped out of the spell. You, not really giving two shits about what Thorin said, happily trotted along with Gandalf who led the line of dwarves down the pass and onto the beautifully carved bridges.

"Gandalf?" You said dreamily.

"Yes, dear one?"

"What is this place?"

"It is called Rivendell in the common tongue. The elves call it Imladris." The wizard answered with a smile.

"Elves?"

Your second question was left unanswered as you crossed a final bridge and into a courtyard. Trees with shimmering green and golden leaves swayed around the circular area, the rushing river hugging the left side of it. You spun around and breathed in the sharp mountain air as it rustled your hair, the scent of lilacs lingering as an after taste. If magic had a smell this would be it.

Just as you did another spin to memorize the scenery, a man with long brown hair with a silver diadem placed upon his brow, gracefully descended down the steps towards the Company. He wore a purple robe, but as he got closer you realized the cloth wasn't just purple; t was black and silver and gold, and the deepest shade of something similar to purple that you could not name. It truly was magic.

In your confusion to name the color of the mystery man's robe, you also took note of his not-so-human like ears. They were pointy. When Gandalf mentioned elves your mind took the courtesy of imagining little tiny people with brightly colored clothes with golden bells and pointed shoes, not drop-dead gorgeous men with long flowing locks.

"Mithrandir." The elf called.

"Ah! Lindir!" Gandalf greeted, placing his hand on his heart, the elf doing the same.

The rest of the conversation went right over your head as the two fell into some other kind of language you couldn't hope to comprehend. It sounded nice though. Much more gentle and smooth compared to what the dwarves spoke, like comparing water to rock.

At least while they spoke you could dreamily stare at 'Lindir', as Gandalf called him. Unfortunately it didn't last long since the sudden sound of a horn being blown echoed around the valley. An iron fist wrenched you away from Galdalf's side and threw you into the center of a smelly dwarf circle along with Bilbo. The dwarves all bared their weapons as at least 50 horses surrounded them, towering over the party.

They were all so pretty even if the carried swords and spears.

You were too lost in your thoughts and overwhelmed by Rivendell and its inhabitants to notice that the Lord of Rivendell had welcomed you with open arms. Too overwhelmed it seemed that even as the company followed Lord Elrond up the stairs, you didn't even notice.

"Excuse me, my lady." A soft voice spoke as you leaned over the edge of the courtyard to peek at the running river.

You whipped around, you fascination now fixed on a certain elf who stood before you. He was even more impressive up close and seeing his near perfect self you realized you probably looked like utter shit. Dirt covered your clothes and shoes and you probably had mud streaked across your forehead along with a couple of bleeding scratches you hadn't bothered to worry about. In all honesty you were surprised you were even allowed in here. Speaking of not being allowed in places...where did your friends go?

"Um...hi?" You stuttered, faltering under Lindir's intense gaze.

"I do not mean to be insensitive, my lady, but you are not a dwarf." He stated, his head tilting to the side. "Why would a human girl such as yourself be traveling with them?"

Why indeed, you thought bitterly, flashes of that night where you had fallen into Middle Earth spinning inside your head.

You shrugged and gave Lindir a wry smile. "Dunno, it wasn't like I had much of a choice."

Lindir's puppy dog eyes widened. "You were kidnapped?"

"What? No!" You laughed, scratching the back of your head. "It's just-it's a long story and I'd probably bore you out of your mind if I told you. Plus you'd never believe me."

Lindir gave you an empathetic smile and brushed a pale hand over your shoulder, the touch sending shivers through you. "Come, I will bring you to your friends, and if you wish you may tell me your tale while we walk."

"Oh, o-okay.." You said, blushing a fiery red that put tomatoes to shame. "Your name is Lindir right?"

"Yes, my lady." He said, folding his arms behind his back as you both climbed the marble steps.

"That's a nice name." You said without thinking. After processing what you did, you hurriedly blurted out something before Lindir realized what you said. "My name is (y/n), by the way. Not that you care or whatever. Just thought you should know since you keep calling me 'my lady'. I'm not a princess or anything...ha..ha.."

You swore at yourself for rambling. Goddammit (y/n), this is why people think you're crazy!  

"(y/n)." He repeated as if testing to see how it sounded on his own tongue. You blushed again. "A lovely name for an equally lovely lady."

You swore you just had a heart attack. This man- or rather elf, was a smooth talker and eye candy. Though, he was probably just being nice. I mean, you looked like a hobo and you were  a guest and all. You sighed.

Oh well, at least you could say you got complimented at least once by a hot guy even if it was just out of hospitality.

As Lindir escorted you through the swirling designs and patterns of Rivendell, you couldn't help falling a little in love with the place. It was so peaceful and lovely here, much different from your journey here and the urban life back at home.

You rounded another corner and Lindir stopped in front of an ornate looking door. Flowers hung from the ceiling, framing the wood and you reached out to thumb a scarlet petal, marveling at the color.

"This is your room Lord Elrond has provided you, lady (y/n)." Lindir smiled, pearly white teeth flashing behind his lips. "A bath has been drawn and clothes are laid out for you if you decide to dine with Lord Elrond and your Company tonight."

Your heart swelled at his kindness. "Thanks Lindir."

He bowed his head in acknowledgement, his hand unclasping from behind his back to reach for your own. His soft hand held your forearm with a certain tenderness and swept down towards your wrist, his nimble fingers brushing against the fragile bone, then finally down to grasp your hand in his, knuckles faced up. Meeting your eye, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon your bruised knuckles, much like how Fíli and Kíli did earlier that day.

"I hope to see you at dinner, (y/n)." Lindir murmered. "You still have not told me your tale, and I wish to hear it."

"Alright." You hummed sheepishly, your face matching the scarlet flowers that hung from the potted plants.

With one last smile, Lindir turned gracefully on his heel and disappeared down another corridor, his purple robes and his dark hair flowing behind him. You couldn't help the dopey smile that lingered on your lips.

Rivendell was rockin'.  

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[saintkimora]

well here is how my past 3-5 dates w joel have gone this past week

so! ive been spending the night w him p much every other night. so our 4th date was like 8 days ago. i got there and i THOUGHT we were gonna be in his room again but we were in his room for 2 seconds then he came in like “oh btw my roommates are making us go in the living room and be social” so i was like ..................................................rip i was like here i go its time for the caleb and leeann applebees date 2.0 :/ so we went in to the living room and it was with marissa and lindsey bc his other roommate was out. so everyone was like wtf are we gonna do so after some talking joel decided we would all watch the babadook on netflix since we were talking about the meme and most of us hadnt seen it. i hate scary movies but i figured i could get through it since i had joel to hold on to and since the babadook is like a meme now. so yeah it was fine i got along ok w the roommates and the movie wasnt that scary except for one part. there was one point where i felt like i was starting to shut down a little and i was feeling bad about possibly ruining things again but i asked joel afterwards and he didnt even notice lmao so i dont think it was as bad as i thought

lindsey went to bed halfway through the movie so it was just me joel and marissa by the end. after the movie marissa went into her room and joel and i went back to his room. idk if this next part happened at this point or if it happened on our next date bc its hard for me to keep the timeline straight since it all happens so fast lol so regardless of what day it was this was the next significant thing that happened w me and joel

so i was watching him play overwatch or something and his brother called him on the phone and they had a long conversation about joels financial situation while i was just sitting there lol. so afterwards joel put his head in my lap and explained all his problems to me about how hes so stressed out with money and stuff. and like obv i felt really bad for him bc that sucks. BUT i actually kinda liked it bc i liked how vulnerable and genuine he was being! it made me feel a lot closer to him. then we watched these olds 80s (?) game shows w his head still in my lap (one of them was like some knockoff of snatch game but w regular celebrities instead of drag queens omg) and he had the FUNNIEST commentary about all the old commercials and stuff lol i havent laughed that hard in a LONG time so it was really nice

and idk if this happened that night or the babadook night but i ate his ass again and once again it was a religious experience like his ass is SOOOOOOOO nice i still cant get over it lmao

so then fast forward to the next 2 days later and for whatever reason joel and i werent planning on meeting that night. but he texted me at like 2am telling me he was feeling kinda down about things and how he wished i was there w him rn so i decided to go visit him! and like he kept being like “i dont wanna bother you/i feel bad about always making you come all the way out here for me” and how he wasnt used to guys putting in so much effort and caring about him so much and like...it really wasnt that serious like it wasnt a hindrance to me at all bc i wanted to see him anyways lol but it did make me feel kinda bad for him bc like his old bfs must have been real flops for him to view me just doing decent bf things as like these grand gestures. i have more to say on this but it will be towards the end of the post

so yeah i showered and got there by like 3am. he set up his futon since it was bigger than his bed so we would have more room. and he talked to me about how stressed he was about money and medical school applications and how he felt kinda worthless so i listened to him and comforted him and all that stuff. then we watched the rpdr reunion together and it was SO much fun omg he was shook p much the whole time since it was so iconic. then we went to sleep since i had work in the morning

also like the night after that we were texting and i told him i was really tired and he was like but youre never tired and i was like ya but i had 2 full days of work and i barely got any sleep last night (which was bc i was awake w him until like 5am) and i realized afterwards that it was kinda mean of me to say it bc to me i was just explaining why i was tired but he was already feeling like a burden making me drive all the way there and comfort him so telling him how tired i was probably made him feel bad about asking me for comfort which is NOT how i want him to feel bc i want him to be able to request my help whenever he needs it. so i could tell he was kinda caught off guard by me saying it so i called him and apologized and we cleared it all up. anyways it was just nice to actually call him and discuss the issue and resolve it without any drama. and he said it meant a lot that i even called him to make sure he was feeling ok so it seems that at least i did something right 

there was the next date which was pretty much the same as usual. this time i watched him play diablo 3. but this time we also fooled around and he made me cum and then i was trying to make him cum but i fell asleep bc i was so tired asfnkjashdasna i felt SOOOOOOOOO bad when i woke up that morning :( i apologized and he said it was fine and he was tired too but i still felt bad about it

so then last night/this morning was our most recent date. when i got there a friend of him/his roommates named chris was using his room bc he was playing overwatch so i had to hang out w joel marissa and lindsey in the living room. it was extremely nerve wracking and i was sweating like crazy but i tried to hide my nervousness and socialize. lindsey and marissa seem to like me esp bc i brought joel a gift that day (hes like obsessed w friends and i saw a friends t shirt when i was shopping that day so i got it for him lol) also lindsey is iconic bc she is so wacky shes always getting on the floor and doing weird poses and moves and stunts. and marissa is p funny so i like them both. but still having to talk to them was stressful even though theyre both really nice. lindsey walked into joels room later that night when he was laying down and i was sitting on top of him and said she wanted to join and then later when joel was in the kitchen she came in the doorway and asked if i could be her boyfriend asfjkafndsjnkajs now THIS is a cracked queen

so the rest of the night was nice! we watched like 3 drag race s5 eps on amazon video and we did lots of cuddling and stuff as usual. then we went to bed and we woke up and we fooled around and we BOTH came this time. it was difficult for me trying to get him to cum but i had to power through it bc i had to redeem myself after last time. then i watched him play overwatch and then i watched him play destiny. i really enjoyed it! like i was sitting there cuddling a cute guy and watching him play videogames w both of us shirtless like that is literally all i want and i finally have it!

so yeah! its going really well w joel at the moment. we get along really well and i like his sense of humor and its nice having someone w similar interests to mine! and i love playing w his hair and touching his nice soft belly and his thick thighs and playing w his beard. and i looooooooooooooooooooovvvveeeeeee his voice so much omg the way he says certain words is so cute and hes always making cute weird noises and its super endearing. and i LOVE love love being able to cuddle w someone until we both fall asleep and then waking up together! its so nice 

he doesnt seem to be losing interest in me yet which is good. however this is the issue that i mentioned earlier that i would come back to. so hes constantly telling me about how hes not used to being w someone that puts in so much effort and treats him so well. so that got me thinking. like...obv he likes me at least a little but i have a feeling he might like me a lot more rn bc he isnt used to being treated so nicely. so like, after the initial novelty of being treated like this wears off im afraid he’ll realize he doesnt actually like me that much (like if it ends up being more of a he likes the way i make him feel more than he actually likes me as a person). so im kinda worried about that but im hoping it doesnt happen obv and that he continues to like me. and again. we’ve been in somewhat social situations together now since i had to talk to his 2 roommates but it really wasnt easy for me at all. and we still havent actually gone “out” and done something, like going out to eat or attending a function together or something. so i still have to wait and see how we’re able to interact in those situations before i can determine whether our relationship will work out. im also still too nervous to eat in front of him so whenever he asks if im hungry i lie and say no even though majority of the time i am actually really hungry :/ rip

so yeah thats p much it! its pretty nice atm, except for the issues i just mentioned. also last night joel told me that one of his hookup buddies was back in town the other day and texted him but he had to turn him down and tell him that he is with someone now (me) so that was nice to know! since he seems to view us as exclusive now. we still havent officially decided we are in a relationship but im really in no rush to do that since its only been like a week and a half so i want to continue getting to know him and stuff. i still do feel that he is gonna lose interest at some point but rn it seems that will be later rather than sooner so i am just trying to take it day by day. im also worried about greece since ill be gone for a month so it is very possible that he might meet someone else that he likes more during that time which would really suck. but im kinda just operating on the assumption that its what is gonna happen that way if it does happen i wont be too shocked and if it doesnt happen ill be pleasantly surprised

so yeah thats it, overall its going really well and im having a lot of fun with him! hopefully things continue on this path and we get even closer bc i really like him so far

#personal

[faith-in-dean]

Eager To See

Summary: The ride back to the old motel rooms, you stayed in after a successful hunt, always seemed to be quite interesting. Though none of the rides you experienced were ever as intimate as this one. John insisted that Dean would get hard by only watching the two of you get at it and would bug out as soon as possible to get himself off. Only you didn’t know that this now turned into a bet between the two Winchesters. Requested by: Anonymous

Words: 1508

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader with Voyeur!Dean

(ignore the sam and dean in this one lmao)

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, kinda dirty talk, unprotected sex, Dean is watching so if Dean watching John isn’t your thing, don’t read it. 

A/N: This is written for SPN Smut appreciation day! This sucks I’m sorry.

Masterpost

John, Dean and you were just on your way back to the motel from taking out a nest of vampires. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Or at least you thought.

It was normal for you and the Winchesters to sit and talk when you were driving back to motels from your hunts. Especially since John Winchester himself was your lover, your boyfriend as you liked to call him.

But this time the topic you talked about wasn't so normal. You never thought John would mention something like this, let alone talk with Dean about something like this.

“You know, I know Dean here heard us a lot lately. And I know most of the times he used his magazines or anything like that to get himself off to that in the shower,” John started and you couldn't help but blush at his words. How did he come up with this so sudden?

“I'm sure he would get hard so fast just by watching me fuck you,” he smirked and looked into the rearview mirror to see your reaction.

“That's not true,” Dean tried to defend himself but John only shook his head and laughed.

While you couldn't stop blushing, Dean and John kept discussing. John was sure that Dean would get all horny by watching the two of you, while Dean insisted that he wouldn't and that it was disgusting. But you already knew John was going to prove him wrong.

As soon as you were in your shared motel room, John made his intentions clear as he pulled you close and kissed you deeply. You didn’t remember the last time he had put that much passion into a kiss, but you couldn’t complain.

John’s rough but skilled hands slowly slid underneath your shirt, resting on your bare skin before he slowly pushed up your shirt.

“Are you serious right now?” Dean huffed and you could only hear the sound of what must be him plopping down on one of the chairs of the room. So he was watching.

You could feel John smirking against your lips as he pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it to the ground while walking you over to the bed, yet he didn’t push you down or anything. His hands slid behind your back to unclasp your bra as he started nipping at your neck.

Both of his hands slowly slid your bra down, making it fall to the ground as well, exposing your breasts not only to John but also to Dean. His hands then started roaming over your body again before he reached the front of your pants, unbuttoning them ever so slowly until he gripped tightly onto them.

John got onto his knees and pulled down your pants, kissing your thighs as he did so, and helped you take them off before he pressed kisses against your pantie-clothed sex, making you hum in satisfaction.

It felt weird knowing Dean was in the same room as you, watching you and his father go at it, but you managed to ignore him as much as possible and only focus on John. Which actually wasn’t that hard considering the things he did to you.

His rough hands ran over your thighs a few times before he got a hold of your panties and pulled them down so far that they would drop down on their own before he lifted one of your legs up and put it over his shoulder and wasted no time in sucking your clit into his mouth.

You moaned out at the sensation of his mouth and his beard tickling you before you ran a hand through his hair and then tightly gripped onto it.

John hummed against you, sending vibrations right to the pit of your stomach where you could already feel a bead of heat emerge.

His tongue darted out and licked your fold as his nose buried against your clit, making sure he was stimulating you in every way he could, which he successfully did as you felt yourself become wet already. Usually, he never got you that ready so fast, but this time?

This time was a whole other level.

“So wet for me already,” John moaned slightly and you noticed him readjusting himself in his pants.

“John, please. I need you deep inside me,” you moaned and pulled him up by his hair, hoping he would give you want you wanted.

“Well, that depends if my princess is ready for me,” he smirked and easily pushed two fingers into you.

“Damn, you’re soaking for me. What a lucky man I am,” he smirked and kissed you deeply before he quickly got rid of his clothes and sat down on the bed.

“Not sure if I am ready for you, though,” he winked and you already knew what to do, cause otherwise, you wouldn’t get what you wanted. You knelt down in front of him and took his length into your hand.

Slowly but surely you started rubbing him, even if he was already rock hard, but you would play along with it. A few times you licked over his tip and the vein on the underside of his cock before you released him again because you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Very ready now,” you bit your lip and waited for the next step. You knew John had something in his mind and for that you would follow along.

“Turn around and sit down on my lap,” he ordered and you did just as you were told.

John pulled you up just a bit more as he wrapped an arm around you and started rubbing his cock against your sex.

His other hand shoved your hair to the side before he started whispering in your ear.

“Look at him, how his eyes are focused on your face, but we all know he wants to look down to your pretty pussy rubbing against my cock,” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“He’s trying so hard to prove his point. Trying so hard not to get hard by the view of us, but if you look closely, you can see him struggling,” he whispered even quieter, breathing into your ears afterwards.

You wondered if John knew how hot this was, he probably did, but if he didn’t start working on you soon, you would go crazy.

It was as if John could read your mind as he now used his free hand to line himself up at your entrance and then finally entered you ever so slowly.

“Mhhh, taking my cock so good,” John moaned out, this time he spoke loud so Dean could hear. You closed your eyes and tried to stay calm. You needed more and you needed it now. But John would go at his pace, doing his best to not only drive you crazy but also Dean.

“God how I love the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you,” John moaned out and when you opened your eyes again, you saw how Dean’s eyes were focused on your pussy with John’s cock inside.

“Look at how he is watching us, watching me fuck your beautiful pussy,” John now whispered into your ear again as he started thrusting into you, making you moan out.

One of his hands slid up to your breasts and started massaging one of them as he used his other arm to hold you steady and close as he thrust into you.

“Bet he is thinking about how his cock would pound into that pussy,” he whispered, “but he never will, because this pussy is mine and you’re gonna let him know.”

Out of sudden John now started relentlessly pounding into you. You moaned out loudly, throwing your head back onto his shoulder at each of his thrusts.

“Fuck.. feels so good,” John groaned and changed his angle a bit, hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

At this point, you were already just about to come and knew you couldn’t hold it much longer.

“Make him know who you belong to,” John moaned into your ear and while you thought he couldn’t get any faster, he somehow did and sent you right over the edge, making you moan his name loudly as you came hard, clenching down on him.

You could only hear Dean groan and the door of the bathroom close, but that was your last thought at this moment.

You rather focused on how John was holding tightly onto you as he came and spilled all his load inside of you. He groaned and stilled for a moment, breathing heavily as he did so.

Slowly but surely he pulled out of you and laid down on the bed with you.

“What do you say, love, in for a round two so Dean has something to jerk off to?” John smirked at you and was already half on top of you again.

“How could I ever deny you?” you grinned right back at him before you pulled him down for a kiss.

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[becausehesmyteacher]

Journal 03.07.17

LATE ASF IM AWARE So I dreamt of B again, we were sitting on the school bleachers just talking about anime and hockey and everything we havent been able to catch up on. It was amazing, so amazing i wasnt even sad when i woke up instead i was smiling while reminiscing about him. I attended classes as normal; nothing out of the usual happened. I mean during 9th period i stepped out to "go to the restroom" but i actually had to make a few calls to my dad and grandparents to make sure they were at school when it ended bc the school we were playing against was 30 minutes away and the game started 30 minutes after school. To make this clear, I was desperate to go to this game as it was where B is currently teaching and it was a chance to see him; Hes always putting it out there that he likes it way better at my school than where he was hired. Last year was his first year teaching so we were practically his first years. Too bad he got laid off at the end of last year so found a job at a nearby-ish school. So I took the long ride to the school, my grandmother doesn't like the freeway so we took the longest route possible. Luckily, I still got there on time, actually 4 minutes were still left before the game actually began when i stepped into the gym. Before that I was wandering around trying to find the gym since it wasnt labeled atop the door like my school and man the school is beautiful! I wondered how B could despise this place compared to my school. The quad was clean, the field was nearly 2x bigger than ours, and the gym is nicely set up. When I walked in there I saw the coaches who also happen to be my former teachers and right beside them on the bench was B! My heart swelled even if he was so far. I tried to act like i didnt notice when I sat on the far end of the gym. He got up and sat on the opposite end so I was staring at him for probably 30 seconds while asking myself "Am I gutsy? Am i gutsy enough to do that?" As i pondered the idea of going to say hi or perhaps even sitting besides him. I did. I got a burst of courage, Ill most likely never see him again I might as well take the chance. I stepped down from the bleachers and walked to the side that was closest to the doors. When my eyes landed on him I noticed he looked prominently different. When i had him last year he always kept his hair gelled up and his scruff shaved. But now he slicks back his hair and grew out his scruff to a beard. Not duck dynasty long but long enough for it to appear as a beard. I yelled him name and he looked over and he smiled. A smile i havent seen in nearly half a year. It was honestly the most beautiful thing ive seen in a while. I sat beside him and fist bumped him asking how he was doing. He say he was "eh" and in turn asked how Im doing as well. I said this year sucks, and that i hate it. His face contorted to look really concerned and asked whats the matter. I smiled and just wrote it off. Remember how I said this school was beautiful compared to my own? Well i confronted him about it and he went "Sure the school LOOKS nice but the kids are something else..." We both laughed at that and oh man I missed that. I missed us having moments together. The game started and he went "GO (my school)!!" His coworkers sighed, like theyve heard that repeatedly on a day to day basis. He turned to me and admitted that this was the first basketball game the whole year he attended. I asked him why if he always went when he used to teach at my school. He told me that he didnt care THAT much and its difficult since their games start nearly 2 hours after the end of school. At my school its only 30 minutes after. Kind of sad considering its a playoff game and its end of regular season. But Im glad he attended this one, its the only away game i considered attending for the sake of seeing him again. Throughout the game we talked about the players and how he had most of them, anime, and sports (ah fitting, no?). He remembered every single students he had on the team, he even texted the coaches to tell them to put his former students on the team. I couldnt tell if he was joking or not because he pulled out his phone and text messaging app but i turned away to keep from being nosy. I dont know how but i found a way to bring up how i finished a couple anime over a few weeks. He also finished a mutual anime and it turns out hes finishing up an anime i barely started. It has like 750 episodes fucken nerd i swear. I changed subject and poked fun at him and asked whats the difference between the students at my school and the ones over here. He sighed and was frank, "The kids here have no personality! They dont care about anything! Not sports, not video games, not anime! Like at your school you guys at least liked SOMETHING. You know how we have spirit week right? Well one of the days was sports day and barely anyone wore anything! Even on the Superbowl day no one cared!" I was surprised he cared that much about how students act, enough to be surprised no one cared for a sport he didnt enjoy. He rambled on and told me in highschool he used to play baseball and was the pitcher. He told me he hasnt really played since then so his aim must be bad but man that image of him as a baseball player is so cool. He is so cool. We talked about basketball (we were attending one after all) and i told him about how i played on an opposing team against these girls after school for fun and that theyre scary and aggresive even if theyre your friends. He laughed and agreed, he said that if he played these girls he would probably lose as well. That was the main points i could remember but we talked about miscellaneous things throughout and inbetween. I loved every second, his voice is the most beautiful thing ive heard in my life. And before I knew it the game was over, we lost by about 20 points, we were out of the playoffs. I shouldve been sad or frustrated but i wasnt! I walked down the bleachers with him with a smile on both of our faces. We stood in front of the bleachers and my current english teacher came up to us and joined our conversation. She laughed when she saw him and teased at him beard and hair. I wouldve been jealous but shes a middle aged woman that is married with children versus him whose single and in his 20s. I fist bumped her as well and i joked about "humanization" (a dumb joke about a meeting the teachers had about how if you interact with the students like handshakes or fistbumps will """humanize""" us students) B didnt get it so my english teacher explained and he was like "thats dumb lmao" and hes just the cutest man. We all talked for a bit before parting ways. He went out the side entrance and I went out the front entrance but just before we hit the door i saw him glacing at me before i looked back at him and waved my hand up high and yelled "It was nice seeing you B!" and he yelled back waving that it was nice that he saw me as well. I walked out and called my parents but couldnt come for another hour or so since they were at a casino that was a far distance. So i decided to explore the school since it was so pretty. I circled the building and i was singing loudly because i was so happy. I reached the back entrance and I made eye contact with a couple making out who was just staring at me because i was signing so loudly. I went silent for like 3 seconds then burst into laughter and yelled out "WHO CARES??" to myself and I began singing again. I never felt this content in my life. I reached the field and stood in one of the baseball fields they had and imagined B pitching a ball. I held onto that image for a while, there was no one in the field afterall so I was alone in my thoughts. I finally got up after a while and walked around the field and i was still bursting with energy due to being so overfilled with happiness i began running laps! Laps! You guys dont understand how un-athletic i am and to run laps voluntarily is rare. I ended up running 2 and a half laps. When i got tired i flopped down in the middle of the field and looked at the stars since it was practically night now. You could see more stars on this side of town than where i lived. It was amazing. I picked up one of those wish flowers and blew it with nothing in mind. This was the first time I couldnt think of anything to wish for. All ive been wishing for for these past months came true and i was the happiest girl alive at the moment. I whispered to him as if he were beside me, "I'm in love with you." I could swear my heart swelled 10x as big today. I havent seen him in months, 5 months to be exact, and seeing him revived feelings that were always going strong but just needed that little spark. Today the little spark was ignited. And i cant stop smiling now.

#journal #b #teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc #tcc #sorry for putting it in these tag guys but i hope you guus understand how happy I am right now #plus this journal was only supposed to be like 4 paragraphs but i got caught up in the memories

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Live-blogging The Hobbit pt. 6 (it’s been so long I had to check)

Queer Lodgings

“And though the Lord of the Eagles became in after days the King of All Birds and wore a golden  crown, and his fifteen chieftains golden collars (made of the gold that the dwarves gave them), Bilbo never saw them again—except high and far off in the battle of Five Armies.” Nice subtle foreshadowing to the fact that the dwarves probably get back Erebor, and the riches to make golden collars therein, and a more direct one to the battle of Five Armies.

Also, is it too dumb to get kinda sad that that’s the last time they see each other?

“‘I always meant to see you all safe (if possible) over the mountains,’ said the wizard, ‘and now by good management and good luck I have done it. Indeed we are now a good deal further east than I ever meant to come with you, for after all this is not my adventure. I may look in on it again before it is all over, but in the meanwhile I have some other pressing business to attend to.”

The dwarves groaned and lookd most distressed, and Bilbo wept.”

Gandalf: “Mkay, bye now, you’re welcome.”

Dwarves: “We want to Die.”

Bilbo: *straight up starts crying*

1° image, the book: “‘And why is it called the Carrock?’”

2°image, a google search: “The word Carrock is somewhat of a linguistical joke on Tolkien’s part; in Anglo-Saxon carr means “rock” and in Welsh, carreg also means “rock, stone”.

Tolkien turn on your location I just want to talk.

“‘What! A furrier, a man that calls rabbits conies, when he doesn’t turn their skins into squirrels?’ Asked Bilbo.

‘Good gracious heavens, no, no, NO, NO!’ said Gandalf. ‘Don’t be a fool Mr. Baggins if you can help it[…].’”

This might be the funniest moment in the whole book. I’m trying to think of ways to parody it like the bulletpoint before last and I can’t think of anyway funnier than this. It also sounds so modern?

Anyway, what’s “turn their [rabbits] skins into squirrels” supposed to mean?

Relevant quote: “‘[…] Bombur is fattest and will do for two, he had better come alone and last. Come on Mr. Baggins! There is a gate somewhere round this way.’ And with that he went off along the hedge taking the frightened hobbit with him.”

First off, um, rude. Stop picking on Bombur.

Second, lmao, Bilbo can’t get any peace.  

“Standing near was a huge man with a thick black beard and hair, and great bare arms and legs with knotted muscles. He was clothed in a tunic of wool down to his knees, and was leaning on a large axe. The horses were standing by him with their noses at his shoulder.

‘Ugh! Here they are!’ he said to the horses. ‘They don’t look dangerous. You can be off!” He laughed a great rolling laugh, put down his axe and came forward.”

Dang, you made me get all menacing for nothing.

“Here they sat on wooden benches while Gandalf began his tale, and Bilbo swung his dangling legs and looked at the flowers in the garden, wondering what their names could be, as he has never seen half of them before.”

I love how child-like adults are in children’s stories.

Also, I can just imagine Gandalf thinking “yes, now you just sit there on your hands and don’t interrupt, for goodness’ sake.”

Lastly, further confirmation that Bilbo likes flowers. (Besides, you know, that moment at the start where it says in the narration that he likes flowers.)

“‘Good heavens!’ Growled Beorn. ‘Don’t pretend that goblins can’t count. They can. Twelve isn’t fifteen and they know it.’”

So do you, Bee. You figured it out a page ago.

“The dwarves listened and shook their beards[…]”

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What

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What exactly is this supposed to mean.

Are their mouths trembling out of fear or like

Is grabbing your beard and shaking it a common dwarven way to show fear.

“‘One question at a time—and none till after supper! I haven’t had a bite since breakfast.’

At last Gandalf pushed away his plate and jug—he had eaten two whole loaves (with masses of butter and honey and clotted cream) and drunk at least a quart of mead—and he took out his pipe. ‘I will answer the second question first,’ he said, ‘—but bless me! This is a splendid place for smoke rings!’ Indeed for a long time they could get nothing more out of him, he was so busy sending smoke rings dodging round the pillars of the hall, changing them into all sorts of different shapes and colours, and setting them at last chasing one another out of the hole in the roof.”

Gandalf spends the majority of the book .5 seconds away from being the victim of a murder attempt. (Attempt being the key word here.)

Also shout out to “they must have looked very queer”, like yeah, those rainbow coloured smoke rings must have.

“Bilbo thought he knew what the wizard meant. ‘What shall we do,’ he cried, ‘if he leads all the Wargs and the goblins down here? We shall all be caught and killed! I thought you said he was not a friend of theirs.’

‘So I did. And don’t be silly! You had better go to bed, your wits are sleepy.’

The hobbit felt quite crushed, and as there seemed nothing else to do he did go to bed[…].”

Gandalf: Bilbo I’m begging you to shut up. Go try turning off and on again.

“in there the wild things are dark, queer and savage.”

… tumblr?

Also, first mention not to stray off the path.

“As the light faded Bilbo thought he saw away to the right, or to the left, the shadowy form of a great bear prowling along in the same direction. But if he dared to mention it to Gandalf, the wizard only said: ‘Hush! Take no notice!’”

Bilbo: um Gandalf, remember that bear man that warned us not to be out at night because he implied that he would kill us in his bear form? I think he might be following us, right now, at dark.

Gandalf: read 0:47

“Mr. Baggins’ eyes are sharper than yours, if you have not seen each night after dark a great bear going along with us or sitting far off in the moon watching our camps.”

Gandalf: I’m as surprised as the next person, but it does seem like Bilbo is the brain of your operation. V sorry.

“I have, as I told you, some pressing business away south; and I am already late through bothering with you people.”

Gandalf is so quotable.

“That depends on your luck and on your courage and sense; and I am sending Mr. Baggins with you. I have told you before that he has more about him than you guess, and you will find that out before long. So cheer up Bilbo and don’t look so glum.”

Gandalf: I’ve said before that Bilbo is a key part of this quest and I won’t let anyone contradict me, no, not even you, Bilbo.

I like to imagine that every time Gandalf starts talking about how skillful Bilbo’ll turn out to be, he’s in the background making faces of either anger or consternation, maybe even making noises. No, sir, we hobbits are bred to be useless and proud of it.

“‘Don’t you worry!’ said Thorin. ‘It will get lighter all too soon. Before long I expect we shall all wish our packs heavier, when the food begins to run short.’”

Thx

Again, don’t stray off the track.

“‘[…] And I am not going to allow you to back out now, Mr. Baggins. I am ashamed of you for thinking of it. You have got to look after all these dwarves for me,’ he laughed.”

Gandalf how bad is you opinion of the dwarves

(For those unable to read the print on the image, the context is Bilbo asking if they have to go through and, after Gandalf assumes the question is about whether to go through with the quest at all and playfully scolds him for it, clarifying that he’s only asking for an alternative to actually going through the forest, like going around. Didn’t feel like quoting the whole exchange, but I also didn’t want to give people the wrong impression.)

“Before you could get round it in the South, you would get into the land of the Necromancer; and even you, Bilbo, won’t need me to tell you tales of that black sorcerer.”

Wizard so done with local hayseed.

“‘Good-bye then, and really good-bye!” said Gandalf, and he turned his horse and rode down into the West. But he could not resist the temptation to have the last word. Before he had passed quite out of hearing he turned and put his hands to his mouth and called to them. They heard his voice come faintly: ‘Good-bye! Be good, take care of yourselves—and DON’T LEAVE THE PATH!’”

Lmao, bolding mine, of course he had to have the last word.

Extra: “Now began the most dangerous part of all the journey.” As in… until now? The whole journey, including the dragon? I mean, I know in hindsight it wasn’t that bad and Bard took care of it but, like, the absolutely most dangerous part?

I know it’s taken me a lot of time, it was part actual business, part my exec dysfunction at work. I’ve actually already read well into the next chap, but I didn’t take pics, which is what I’ll be doing as soon as I finish this post.

#The Hobbit #liveblogging #Bilbo Baggins #Thorin Oakenshield III #dwarves #hobbits #The Company of Thorin Oakenshield #Gandalf